2.11.2024
Wednesday
A note regarding fear and the image of the Devil and ‘the Faces that Feel Terror’ trapped behind bars within the time-traveled image at @Google;
For weeks since discovering the left side of this image (that I had failed to notice for several years), I have been contemplating its purpose in being in the Time Traveled Image from Google, and here is what I feel is the reasonable motive: if I am still willing to proceed after seeing this horrific scene of terror and drama, I pass a litmus test of my ability to face both alien (otherworldly) and vast differences in lifeforms and surroundings. Imagine being suddenly dropped onto an alien world and how that might break the minds of many humans. But more than likely, it would not be for the one who realizes this in prior time and moves forward to face it with an expectation of scenes that would be considered horrific to an average 20th-century Earthling. It would be normal psychology for that person to have a freakout, possibly so intense that it becomes a permanent trauma memory.
The content of this imagery is Worst Nightmare stuff, and I feel that confirms this hypothesis of a fear test, and I'm fine with it; it's distant to me now, but I can imagine I am there raising that hand and pointing that index finger in the foreground to choose who dies next. Perhaps in a dilemma, no, likely one.
A test. Fear is measured. Tolerance of the horrific is observed (in me). Like many in this project, it is hypothetical, and I hope and expect to get the full story soon.
One guess of many, and many have panned out.
12.13.2024 Friday night;
3.
Yet more regarding fear and the image of the Devil and ‘the Faces that Feel Terror’ trapped behind bars within the time-traveled image at @Google;
In the image below, I have boxed in with a red line, what I think is my left arm raised to point my left index finger at one of the prisoners behind bars, apparently to choose one of them for The Devil to kill by submerging them slowly feet first into molten rock, as has been done with the person who's melting skull he is holding up to exhibit with his left arm while he points directly at the viewer with his right arm.
With a thin red arrow, I point to the inside of my arm, on my fat forearm underside, and what seems to be hastily drawn three initials of my name, except to me, the G seems missing its end hook. Still, I may have been asked to draw that on my flesh and had to use my less accustomed right hand to write them, possibly screwing up the G that's typical me; for example, my signature is never the same twice.
I had thought the apparent female human in the foreground was Vice President Kamala Harris, and it still may be, although she lost the election in November. However, that may be an alien because the person has what seems to be a very long neck, perhaps longer than 10 inches/25 cm. That apparent neck may have a scar that has staples in it. And as I mentioned earlier, her face may be showing wounds, or those are part of their (alien) anatomy.
With a thin yellow line, I point to the center of the apparent extended index finger, my own perhaps. A person's face that is just to the upper left corner of The Devil's very handsome head seems to be reacting to my choice of them.
Gastly.
Can I tolerate this and cooperate? I may have no choice.
Enough for today, and I would rather not discover anything further until the expected time approaching soon.
James, His Man on the Earth
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