by LilyPatToo » Thu Jul 06, 2006 3:45 pm
rain, I actually only knew the word "Moriah" to be used in Masonic lore to refer to a holy mountain (I assume in the Holy Land), so I guess I'd have to answer "Joannite", since I associate that with the Templar heresy and later with Freemasonry. If Lily is picking this stuff from my own memories, then she seems to be putting a Masonic spin on it. The bees are interesting--historically, they were a Merovingian symbol of royalty. There was a Merovingian royal burial found that contained hundreds of bees cast in gold. But I also have an alter that believes herself to be a honey bee -- <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>Apis mellifera</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> -- I call her Bea. She's an assassin. So perhaps it's an internal alter system reference to Lily...not sure.<br><br>Joe, your friend's experience of acting out is called abreaction, I believe. The woman who lived in Handler Guy's condo unit all those years ago who would scream for hours, then appear with a smile on her face, was suffering from abreations of trauma to which she'd been subjected in the past. One of the few times I managed to get her away from Handler Guy for a few minutes, she had what I now realize was an alter switch (didn't understand then). She began compulsively, graphically telling me about a terrible, violent rape that she'd suffered many years before. She said she'd escaped from her captors and run naked down the street, completely drenched in blood.<br><br>Now I recognize that as a probable Cult thing, but then I simply listened, horrified, and tried to comfort her. The victim/handler who'd hired The Skeptic and moved us out here and then pressured us into living in her condo (the one I later helped to escape a Satanic cult) was present and she watched me very closely as this other woman blurted out her story--I now realize that it was a sort of test, to see if I remembered anything similar and whether or not I'd speak of it. I didn't, so she visibly relaxed. Her reaction, under the circumstances, was SO inappropriate that it stuck in my memory. <br><br>Re: accesssings -- if done properly, the slave won't remember a thing. Each slave has codes that consist of words or gestures or touches that force alter switches to program-loyal alters. The memory erasure technologies used are amazing--unless the handler screws up, *nothing* is remembered. Or, sometimes, a screen memory is given that seems completly real. Or, the slave puts the lost time down to mental confusion and this is often encouraged by handlers who may be family or close friends and the fear of mental illness and possible incarceration for it is deliberately, slyly encouraged.<br><br>The accessings I remember are, accordingly, few and far between. Once I was walking around the lake and between one footstep and the next, I was walking through the lobby of a nearby office building. I had no idea how I got there and not a clue why I was there. When I questioned him, the security guard told me I'd walked in a quarter of an hour or so before, entered the elevator and he'd not seen me again until I emerged from the elevator. He only noticed me because I wasn't wearing business clothes like almost everyone else.<br><br>Once I was working in my garden shed and heard a voice speak to me out of thin air. The doorway was open and I had a view through it of the yard and no one was there. Freaked, I searched the whole yard, but I was completely alone. Since I wasn't watching the time, I don't know how much time I lost, but I never forgot the voice. Even though it was very familiar to me, I seemed blocked from being able to recall whose it was....it turned out to be the voice of Handler Guy. <br><br>LilyPat<br><br><br> <p></p><i></i>