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Mr X:
hello,

perhap that is the test. could we somehow focus on g, and summon him. if some sync happened in his life, so strong he comes here to report it.

it is fair to say that with limited activitys on the forum there would be limited syncs. but yes i think for whatever reason syncs seem more active when g was participation.

people not wanting it that way is very interested. very understandable. there  is also the thing where it will all get to them anyway, wether they want it or not.*

mr x.

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i remember at an point of guessing games, g wondering if he was being hacked. i hope that didnt spook him. all guessing games were legit as far as my end goes. if that spooked him then further stories of the anti toltecs he likes would not be palatable.

tally-ho!:
unpalatable anti toltec:

tally-ho!:
hmm... i'm not Mr g, and this is hardly a synchro - but anyway, i found a dream written, from 13/4/16:
bus, arriving to a camping. fensed area. cafateria. talking to a woman\girl, persuading a curly young man, nerd looking, eye glasses, pale skin, to climb a tower with me -  stairs to high levels. he goes, i try a shortcut - kind of veranda, requires a bit of climbing (over its rail) - not too difficult, but, as if gravity got immense, i can't move.
eventually i recover, cross the rails back, ascend the regular stairs. the boy went upstairs and now coming back, pissed, completely mad: "you let me go alone, ha? i'll tell them! i'll tell them you told me to climb up (for which they will shut me on the spot), i'll tell them ...(something else for which they will shoot me on the spot - if they won't shoot me merely for being there) people pass by, he fulfills his threat, tells them. an (uncharacteristic) deadly fear - death any minute, no way out - they don't shoot for some reason. a wide area, armed people are walking by - the end! but no one shoots.
woke needing couple of hours more sleep to recover. a hypnogogic vision on falling back to sleep: little electric black square plastic box - "0" wriiten on it. thought:
"need to be replaced! into? : 0 in power0!"
burst into laughter, which woke me. (no clue what was so funny).
  later (that day?)  i red on-line something about a box the size of match-box  all polititians (aledgedly) secretly wore under their lepels during the 60-70, which transmitted a hissing, electric static sound, aimed at keeping their mood uplifted, against woodo-like stuff, that was transmitted around them routinely to let down their mood and judgment.
maybe it's about the static sound*, most of the time sounds like waves, which my lap-top is  making recently - and is it good? or is it bad? it's heavy anyway. and music is mostly disabled - the slow mod of my mothly cycle...

*i mentioned this  - saying my lap-top plays sound of the dark sea of concouseness -  in the shout box conversation with nemo, in the middle of which he banned me, gathered all my threads on that board into a geto forum and since i deleted all, he re-loaded them and banned me from writing/editing/deleting on "my own" forum. but i also mentioned tamahtufa, net of karma, the narrative that keeps being deleted...

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