My father tasked my three brothers to teach me how to defend myself, so I started my young life as a cute little girl not knowing what to make of my brothers' rough play with sticks and wooden swords. Until then my father had never gotten over the death of my mother, but the few moments I saw him smile was during tournaments I participated in…and won, owing to my brothers' relentless training.
Shorty after I arrived I was beginning to get visions of a figure that turned out to be a Beserker. I'm speculating that they were equiped with a technological implant to track down psychically active people and when the women in the convent started to refer to a strange man roaming the woods in the vicinity I took my sword (that I had snuck in) and went out to investigate.
I didn't look anywhere as fearsome (or attractive) as the lady in the picture, but I did look a lot more physically fit, not so much muscular, though. I had dark blonde hair, mostly tied in a pony tail and a oval shaped face, not the protruding cheek bones, as in the picture. Whenever with sword, I wore a chain mail over my head and shoulders, instead of a helmet.
I was naive to assume that I would be able to see him without him seeing me, leading to the moment I described in Atali’s history. He immediately charged, bridging several tens of meters in seconds, which gave me enough time to prepare for my signature move: a well-timed duck, bending my knees and stretching my arms, holding my sword forwards, which the Beserker ran into. Knowing how dangerous they were, even when fatally wounded, I got up and ran into the woods. I envisioned the Beserker having stopped his bleeding and running after me, so I kept running for quite a while. Back at the monastery it had become known that the body of a man with my sword in him was found and I was expelled upon arrival. Back at my father's place, he was furious until the sheriff stopped by to return my sword and amically converse with my father about his findings. I don't recall what the sheriff said but my father was visibly shocked, looking intensely at the sheriff as he spoke. Apparently the latter confirmed what I had told my father, which meant that my father's worst fear had come true, that I would become a target, next in line after my mother. But it also meant that years of training hadn't been in vain.
That moment in the woods, just before dawn, when I witnessed that otherworldly being, has transcended lifetimes, etched into my mind's eye. Did I walk away from that, I asked on my Atali’s history page? I didn't know it when I asked the question, but apparently I did, as my past-life memory expands as I write these pages. Then, it also imparted on me and my family the heightened realization that I was a marked person and we were a marked bloodline.
Synchronicity has it that six days after I started writing this page, I happened upon the movie "Alita, Battle Angel", a film with a strong Nazi smell and Anime quality (funny, by the way, how Alita anagrams with Talia). It's about a girl-cyborg that lives on a distopian, post-WWIII Earth. Which is a fantasy, because there are no Ascension-less timelines. The girl is on a quest to revive her (past life) memories (isn't that interesting?) and turns out to be, what? A Beserker!
Elsewhere on this site I mention my strong suspicion that Hollywood uses temporal technology to inspire screenplay writers, so it seems they were able to pre-empt this post that I'm writing now. Also, in Hollywood, whenever a woman does a "man's job", there is a role reversal, in this case a Banduri becoming a Beserker.
Don't think I don't appreciate the Anglo-American movie industry. It's unrivalled on Earth in all aspects of movie (and TV) making. Too bad it's rooted in the old matrix.
This post also serves to underline that synthetic quasi-humans are of all times. During WWII the reptilians donated to the Nazis one million clones and cyborgs. Some were deployed in the SS, most were sent to Russia to slaughter whole villages, and the people of the former USSR are still grappling with the question how other human beings could so easily discard the lives of their ancestors, an ongoing national trauma. Little did, or do they know that these beings weren't human, they were carbon copies of humans, without souls or conscience. That appears to be one of the most effective ways to traumatize people and make them lose hope: to make them doubt the goodness of human nature and ultimately themselves. Reptilian dominance on Earth is all about deception, not about brave fire-spewing, tail-slinging warriors.
Last week, mid-May 2025, I had a nightmarish dream about someone being knocked over by a sexual predator. During the days after I began to wonder if that referred to my encounter with bezerker. I know he knocked me over, but not after he ran into my sword. So is the narrative that I was confident enough about to post it on this page. The dream sowed doubt. What if my sword missed its target and my life ended there and then? Did I create the pre-mentioned narrative because I couldn't handle the truth represented by the nightmare? I began to relive the scene during my "astral slumber", the half-waking state in the morning when my mind wander off into the astral realm, conscious enough to be recalled. Time and again I gored the bezerker, first with a sword, then with knife, leading to ever bloodier scenes, until, I did nothing .... Once again the Bezerker had charged me, but at the last moment disappeared into thin air, my restraint was my shield.
As I say on my page Karma and frequency, frequency doesn't judge, it just is. It doesn't care or know that my slaying of the bezerker was an act of self-defense, but it does "know" it was an act of violence, exactly the kind of frequency that doesn't resonate with the fifth dimension. As we slide into 5D in these times, our discordant frequencies collide with that realm and thus I had to let it go, this frequency of violent self-defense.
If there's such a thing as physical reality, then let my original narrative be it, but more relevant is intention. The body is a cloak, intention is who and what we are.