Web Design and Operations
By KatNBoots138

It’s 2020, The beginning of  it.

 

I go live with the same person every Friday night. I’ve discovered I have the ability— with a soul’s consent— to unlock locks, break chains, and demolish cages through the timelines and dimensions. I spend a good bit of my free time doing this... for underwater monsters, for sex trafficking victims, for The kids in ICE, and even Locked-up angels...  You name it.

Eventually, I’ll go on to help the underworld— and even the seraphim— with my friend Kate. But I haven’t met her yet.

In this particular live, someone brings up how the government has aliens— in captivity. That’s how they know how to do the things.

Without hesitation, I energetically ask to go where they’re being held.

I’m a feel-er, not a see-er— so I start to feel around. My skin turns red. It starts to burn. That’s how I know there’s moldavite.

(Long story, but I would physically react to it when doing energy work, even when it wasn’t in my presence in the 3D.)

I neutralize the bars of the cages. Alarms are already going off in the facility. People are getting kicked off the live by the energy. I locate the cameras and systems— and fuck them up.

Then I go to the door— a huge metal door. I use my spiritual magnetic abilities to pull the bolts out— the ones screwed from the inside.

I open safe exit portals where I can. The person I’m live with yells at me to get out. (She operated in fear a lot.)

The job wasn’t finished, though. I didn’t know how to do things the fast way yet. I was still remembering. So I had a friend go in and finish the release.

The person I was live with convinced me to shield up— to hide myself and my kids. Too late. I was on the government’s radar

and determined to clean this whole system up.

I had many more run-ins with .gov, got more aliens and entities out...

And I wasn’t surprised when the CIA docs surfaced on TikTok right after.