I was getting a visual image of Ursula now—she was threatening to wash my clothes; going into my closet and pulling out clothes. I thought about telling her not to, but she might’ve taken that the wrong way, so i didn’t. I don’t know what this symbolized—i suppose i was supposed to interpret it in various ways and send back the way that made the most sense or was the most persistent in my mind. I used to do this with license plates—sounding out the letters—having assigned a number to every letter of the alphabet, etc. That ended up getting completely out of control: i couldn’t stop—every license plate was trying to tell me something, and they weren’t necessarily on my side.
I didn’t feel like trying to guess what Ursula or somebody talking about Ursula meant when they told me they were going to wash my clothes—it probably had something to do with my evolution as an artist or a person—on the road of recovery, always, and yet, somehow, a little angry at the way people used to treat me—especially when I was ill. I imagine i was Ursula—and I was washing the world’s clothes as i progressed along the fifth dimension.
i was trying to count in our voice—my voice on the consonants and her voice on the vowels, but i could barely hear her voice. i could barely hear my voice—that was probably due to the fact that my brain hadn’t yet fully adapted. Perhaps I needed to evolve a little since, as a person that lives in a world where people still have to work, my talents might’ve been relatively limited—no matter how far ahead of my time i was. I could only be so far ahead of my time, and there would always be people ahead of the time i would find myself in—so it basically meant that i’d always be behind someone, in this life, at least. I don’t know what kind of talents I had on the other side—but if cavemen can catch up to us and them then I can too—that’s what really happens when you advance to the next life.
I was drifting a little, trying to hear Ursula’s voice, but, at the moment, I was getting little but imagery—as i write, however, i can hear a little better—slowly. I see her, now, telling the public—not me, specifically, that free food was available for those feeling the worst of the government shutdown. I think Ursula was telling me that I could utilize the talents of many that existed in our future—they’d be a continual source of ideas. I suspected, then, that there was some correlation between food and work, as in—when i’m working i don’t think so much about food; i don’t notice, as much, that I’m hungry, or, on the other hand, i don’t get as hungry as i would if i was not working.
i tried reading this back to myself in middle English in Ursula’s voice and that was a success; i don’t think i’d ever done that before, so perhaps i was on the cusp of something—perhaps that was the something, but i suspected that i had somehow advanced to a new level of consciousness. I figured when i regulated my breathing and tuned my mind’s ear and my mind’s voice I was doing nothing short of coupling to the fifth dimension, and, in so doing, communicating with those that existed there—including myself. The geometry of the fifth dimension organized light into patterns such that resonance was achieved (that was how i was communicating from the other side) so i had to imagine: when i’m thinking of Ursula, am i thinking of myself in the other world? But i concluded that, no, i was tuning Ursula in, so, no matter how much i was communicating with myself, i was also communicating with Ursula in the future—Ursula in the next world, Ursula in the present, and me, there, doing my part, there, to resonate when needed.
Now you might be asking yourself: how do others understand middle English or Navajo speak? How do people that speak a different language understand? well, using middle English or Navajo speak was a way of concentrating on the frequency of the vowel being used—each vowel had it’s own natural frequency, and, communicating, no matter what language you were speaking, was about matching frequencies—everything took care of itself after that. The frequencies were the building blocks. Your brain could take the building blocks and reconstruct them into your native language. Speaking to the other world—coupling with the other world, was paramount—more so than building a relationship with someone that was unattainable, someone that i would hope to match with at some point in the future. It seemed, however, that the two went hand in hand. I had no ability to comprehend or see or hear what we were like in 5D, but i could see and hear what we were like in 4D, and resonating with that person (even if it was just me resonating with myself—my internal narrator and the way my voice sounded on a recording) was more important than anything except showing, mathematically, that this was possible—that we could increase our faith this way.