GET ME OUT OF YOUR f*** WEB! SAID THE MALEVOLENT SPIRIT.

Setting dark forest. I can barely see when suddenly something dark, terrifying and evil towers over me!

‘Alright I complied.” Then the spirit began shrink down and he wasn’t scary. He was an old man attracted by a bunch of chaotic energy, guilt and stress manifested. ‘Really it’s that easy he said?”

He began dramatically shrinking down and becoming just a normal old man. The The Arachne wasn’t real. Just a manifestation of bad energy and guilt. Paired with some very poor decision making.He had to confirm I wasn’t malevolent before he himself could present himself more reasonably.

‘Yes” I replied.

“You’ve come all this way to be here. You are confused, you are angry and I didn’t come to piss anyone off. I am just upset about something that happened to my mom. That left her destitute when I was in a time of my life with intense mental struggle with brain injury and debt. Again I didn’t set out to piss anything off. You’ve worked hard to contact me. Let’s just talk.” I reasoned.

‘You should not post pictures of the dead, paired to biblical quotes and the self-righteousness of a Tyranical Dictator. He said with concern in his eyes. I came to your dreams through this psychic link. This normally goes differently.” He made clear.

Then he continued. ‘Your Blog or Web contains your madness, fear, guilt and self-doubt. There is a great mind in there. It is buried under? Addiction, mental illness and fear. On Jun 10, 2027 when the domain name that started this ends? Blow this up in a colorful explosion and start over. This was not your great works. Just the beginning of a long challenging task ahead.”

Ok on June 10th 2027 I look at the pile of madness that is this blog. I hit delete I will reboot it. Then try again. Just like that what could of been a terrifying dream. Became a chance to listen to my subconcious and make a creative change. I guess for the rest of 2026 this is brainstorming Sandbox. In 2027 we start with a bang!

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucid_dream

Sorry To Mom. Kimberly Hill Richardson.

Apologies, I am sorry for utilizing pictures of the grieved dead. There is a great story here. It’s not going to be told by torturing my audience. It’s going to be told through honest effort.

Ending Sequence: We are back in the dark forest me and the Ghost of the old man are digging to buried the Spider parts that were once him. We chit chat a bit more. Like sort of familiar friends. The task took 20 minutes and when it was done? I had begun to realized. I had laid the once Angry Spirit & now friend back to rest. He smiled then vanished. Never to be seen again.

Death, Anger and resentment are messy topics. I felt obligated to help him buried the Spider parts. As it had caused him so much pain. I only realized at the end that this was just putting the spirit to rest . No wonder he said ‘Drink some tea and come with me.”

This was the weirdest part . I sat around the forest a while. As the sun began to rise. Then a Green female spirit instructed me to leave. She said she was my spirit guide then refused to introduce herself. I have no idea who I made contact with holding this meditation past the instructed 20 minutes. I had stayed in the forest for 45 minutes & in this realm the I had gone from Midnight to day.