The following experience begins as an “abduction”. The beings behind it are determined to show me something. Aside from this, as a preface, I will say that prior to this experience I had no knowledge of the data that is contained within it. Namely what is called “the Ethiopian rift”, and that the continent of Africa itself rests on the juncture of multiple tectonic plates. In researching this particular data I found multiple articles on the subject and centered in on this one as quite helpful, titled “More on the Great Rift Valley“, in which the following is said:

“This latest split, added to the long-term rifting process, which is tearing the northeast of Ethiopia and Eritrea from the rest of Africa, could eventually create a huge new sea.  What has scientists especially excited is that this event has given scientists an unprecedented opportunity to monitor the rupture in real time.  This region of Africa will undoubtedly be one of the most investigated in the future of all the geological places of interest on Earth.”

I can only wonder why I am being shown this at this time.

It could have something to do with this,
with a “sign of the times” >>

“In a July 2006 story posted by Sara Goudarzi, Staff Writer for LiveScience, she reported that the Earth’s crust had split along a 37-mile section of the East African Rift [part of the Great Rift], in Afar, Ethiopia.  As she put it, “The Red Sea is parting again, but this time Moses doesn’t have a hand in it.”

Needless to say,
I now very much have my eye on this ball and am bringing it to your own, as well. >>

June 20, 2023

It has happened again.

The group who comes for me, who I do not like going out to is here. It is deep into the night, I would guess around 2am. The room is very dark and I am sleeping on the floor to the side of my bed when I feel the energetic signature and tractor beam lock on. It encompasses me, as though engulfing me, like a dark shadow that is eating me whole — this is what my experience OF it is like. I begin screaming through to my physical body, screaming out the single word “help!” It takes a moment but I finally do reach myself. I surface in the bed, where it takes a moment more to realize what has just happened. The waves are thick, though, and they are already pulling me under again. 

I am alert enough once in here to see into the etheric frequency bandwidth, the etheric version of my physical room, the larger structure it is resting in and my position here on the floor aside my bed. There is another attempt of the group to take me, I resist hard and call out “not while I am still awake!”, leaving open the possibility the group is positive and it is just my experience of it that seems so frightening. I still do not know who is on the other end of this and I do want the opportunity to find out. “Why” I wonder “does this one group always so alarm my central nervous system?” I push through their lock on me, stand and head toward my bedroom door.

The thought is to check the front door to the house, to see that it is locked. I walk through my bedroom door and head downstairs, feeling my dad in the larger second room on this upper floor. There are no lights, the whole house is dark, as though the dead of night. When I get down to the door, I try it. Darned if it hasn’t been left unlocked. I lock it myself and head back up the stairs to my room. Again feeling dad in the larger second room at the top of the steps. “Dad” … “why is dad here?” I wonder. I can see no more after having this thought. I find I am still trying to push through to physical space. Where in an intoxicated state of cognitive dissonance, though realizing what has been happening, I get up use the bathroom. I don’t feel well, my body hurts, and I have thrown something in my right hip area again. I have to be very careful as I walk. 

Once I am back in the bed I fall right in;
when I surface again, ( inside the fields ), I am sleeping on the floor to the side of the bed.

This time the room I am in is one I have just recently moved into. I have moved in before the previous occupant, a college aged female has even moved all the way out. She still has many of her boxes scattered all over the center of the room. They are not typical brown cardboard moving boxes, they are smaller and perfectly square, each is white with either red or blue etched into them. I am sleeping on my stomach and can feel I am wearing no top ( ie: half out of body ) when I sense the girl, accompanied by another approach the door. Rather than knock they just open the door and enter ( as though it were still their space ). The action perturbs me slightly. I can hear their mild shock at the sight of me and I listen to them talk amongst themselves for awhile—until I decide to push through and join in the conversation. They are just here to remove the rest of the girl’s boxes. I tell her it is good she has come, that tomorrow I was going to clear the space and put them all out in the hallway. Her timing has been good. 

As the girls set about their work I begin to notice that on the two opposing walls she has whole wall-sized clear cellophane sheets with large world maps engraved into them. There is a young child here now, I think he is a boy, maybe 7 years old. The girl calls out an area on the map to him, which I hear at the time but do not recall now. I want to say Spain, or Ecuador, but it isn’t quite right. The boy is to find it on the map, which he successfully does. The next thing I know I am in the ocean. There is a family out here floating on drift. The wife is hurt. The husband, who is with his young son wants me to put a crystal he is handing me into her back jean’s pocket. “Maybe it can help her or bring her luck” he says. I do as he instructs, unbuttoning the flip on the pocket, placing the crystal inside, a small clear quartz cluster, and refastening the button. 

The boy and his father seem to be on or at the edge of a different land mass, ice shelf or tectonic plate than the wife and I, which I notice more fully as one of them screams out at something that has begun happening. I look over in the general direction of their duress.

The waters, ice and shelves along the sea floor have all begun to heavily shift. The masses are all crushing into one another, water is stained red with blood, the large sea creatures are being smashed and killed in all the upheaval. I see the dead bodies of hundreds of porpoises, dolphins, sharks and whales. We are next. The mass the wife and I are on is beginning to move fast as well, in a direction that is away from the boy and his father. I look to the front of us, in the direction the mass is moving to see the tall barren trees ahead which any moment we are going to crash into. Calmly focusing down into myself I say out with all my might “highest and greatest”, again and again, “in the highest light for the greatest good.”

By the third repetition the masses have settled, I am standing on sand and before me, walking in my direction is a dark skinned male with long hair and beard, wearing sandals and white, neutral colored cotton robes. He wears no shirt beneath the outer cape. I want to say he looks Ethiopian, ( was Ethiopia the location the boy was directed to on the map? It is possible ). He is approaching, eyes smiling heartwarmingly as he sees me. I have stopped the land masses from shifting. Or I have simply shifted from the frequency in which this is happening. Where am I now? Where is this? Who is this man who is approaching? >> to my knowing I never get to find out.

Through the shift back toward physical space I briefly see the wife I had just been with on a busy bus with her mother and son. It is just a normal, bustling and ALIVE day. The son is standing, his attention drawn to something on his mother’s lap. My attention fills the whole bus and expands out into the surrounding city. It could easily be a rural Ethiopian town or village.

Again I can only wonder what in the world I have just been shown.

So. much. information.

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