Telepathy or something like it, better. I knew during my first immersive contact that it wasn’t a dream or projection. The detail was clear, the breakthrough that I’d most desired, linking with my Guatemalan friend. We went through visuals first, me walking naked through smoke and burnt forest, reading what Bobby left behind, seeing Fubar for the first time, sitting in the gloom of evening at the old farm table weaving my tale and her, giving birth to her two girls, losing her parents then husband, forming a small growing guild with other women only to see their hard work wasted by drought and finally the hard decision to leave, hooking up with a caravan moving north like a herd of cattle drawn to better growing areas.
Then ideas, trying different speeds of thought with and without silent words until things meshed and began to rapidly flow. There was a rhythmic pattern to it, rising and falling, always rising more than falling until it became a flat line of perfect synchronicity. It was beautiful! And caused another wave of Awe as the ramifications of passed information took hold. The group that my Maya friend is traveling with have all been inoculated before me and so she had developed a deep empathetic connection with them including me. That alone would be enough for one or more entrees into this journal but during a beautiful but intense exchange, she envisioned me having a child when completely mature with the full third strand, I would understand why the wait.
There was hope along with concern for her daughters, especially one who had sprained an ankle that had become swollen who she carried, falling back with a few others who were there for her protection. I was able to see her journey through her mind’s eye, feeling drought, oppressive heat, internal arguments, an almost rape and laughing children around a small fire, all little story tellers of this upside-down time. It all made me hunger to fill my void with likeminded souls.
She wants to live here, eternally grateful, never could she imagine such a gift, wept when receiving my message. Also, a Mayan straight through, as many of the others. Her daughters send their love, want to hug me for a long time, can’t wait. Knows how to raise vegetables they eat, how to weave and wants to build a kiln for pottery. But the most important thing was for me to copy the hanging nests, described in the book, that once I started, my maternal instincts and memory would take over but to always prioritize with growing food. She said one daughter is just beginning to ‘jump’ especially after a bad day.
When I awoke, it felt like I’d been up all night. Fubar was gone, the dim lemon barely behind a thin veil of clouds through the burned trees and birds, I think robins, right outside the window. I resumed my strip and walk right out of bed to let it all become reimagined with increased blood flow and oxygen. I thought that if the upgrades stopped here, I’d be what the book calls~ back in full. Please let this be it. Both the evolved Jenna and not quit the old just Jenna doesn’t want to grow wings or gills. Joke, not.
As I’ve repeated here, I mostly review my past week here from my improving just Jenna, human. It’s hard to say that anymore for obvious reasons so for the insights and memory gained with that walk, I’m deferring to the other. There was it seemed only a moment during contact, when things went blank but I knew from experience that meant a lot jammed into a few seconds, revealing itself during the very slow deliberate walk.
She warned of an imposter ‘volver who is intentionally working against Restoration and impossible to detect except for those who have this ability to jump into ones thoughts and experience. It’s a rarity that only comes with a strong single genetic heritage, having held the original biological implant without any weakening or dilution. Note, I’ve heard of this implant but have always glossed over it because it seemed part of a conspiracy so will focus on it and seek the truth.
'This simulacrum will gain trust while feeding off the power of the Collective, passing all knowledge to those who would disrupt Restoration. It need not kill but will if cornered for self-preservation of the cause. They are all males with genomes that map out an eons span of cross lineages with a strong heritage of ownership and domination. Luckily, there aren’t many but enough as in past lives to disrupt and threaten the sacred work being done. Yes, we’re calling it sacred. You will instantly know by their scent, a rush of dark acidic, atonal complexity that tries to hide itself while lying to your face. It never gets rid of its Karma and with its new powers, intensifies its claim over all. It also knows by your body language if you’ve picked it up so at the first hint of dysfunction, brace yourself with a smile.
So, there are kinds of 'volvers depending on ones genetic heritage!
Also during the walk, these few words keep growing in my thoughts, weaving its magic, a thing felt deeply that resonated chords deep within, ‘We are teachers, Jenna, of the coming new age.’
My human worried for them, my other sent blessings, strength, resilience. With full empathetic power, each is as strong as the collective. Bonding to a group, as described in Book One, is a force unlike any other, one that expands outward, rather than relinquishing them to group think. From the benefit of many comes true change, undiluted in its power to transform. I was yet a neophyte, a baby in diapers, learning to crawl but now a new member of the Collective.
The food drop was unusual again because it wasn’t exactly what I had think listed but possibly what I had been thinking about. Now there’s a nuance I haven’t yet wrapped my head around! There were 4 bags of soft Tacos, four bags of dried black beans, onions, tomato sauce and wait for it….CHEESE! Dried parmesan but still! Also, a bag of dried lentils, split peas and quinoa, a half pound of dried milk and butter, an eight pack of Aloe Vera juice, a pound of organic rainforest Columbian, a pack of different spices, an eight pack of tuna and oatmeal. And a box of chocolate!
The hybrid vegetables I planted are incredible. The low growing ground cover spreads close to a foot a day, only reaching four inches. The great taste borrows from tastes of chives, lemon mint, ginger with an after taste of something unfamiliar. The tall thing grows bunches of twelve inch fat pods packed with beans, the first ready for a cold bean soup and storage. So far, it’s grown fifteen feet with daily sprays of spit, six inches a day, developing twelve inch pods with around twenty fat beans within, ready in twenty days when the pod turns yellow and the leaves much like spinach! What’s also cool about this is that after harvesting the first crop of beans, the same piece of vine grows another crop while the places where the leaves were picked, regenerate. An unlimited cycle of fresh beans and greens! I planted one bean like Jack in the Bean Stalk right outside the side window and has completely covered it, so, ha, who needs a Golden Goose anyway!
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I’ve resumed lifting but not as heavy with more repetitions to failure and more time between sets and times of workouts. My human attitudes on muscles on women is gone. At this point, limits on my physique is all intuitive, as in what is the optimal limit that I need for survival of any future condition. Too much slows me down, is unnecessary, requires too much protein to maintain and useless anyway due to increased density. The higher self me, is unimpressed with anything that the human ego, wants or desires. It sees the human body not just in life maintenance terms but in optimal gain for future conditions. Stasis is close to nonexistent due to currently living conditions beneath a dome or in an artificial ecosystem.
The nutritional powder mix has changed ingredients, dosage, and time when best taken. And its chocolate! I understand now that this supports my evolving neural network, muscle growth and enhanced capacity for memory storage.
This week I am taking my first day trip into the good woods without Bobbys pistol knowing now that I am in a protected Node with surveillance, hybrids be damned. Oops
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