Talia is the name of a character from the movie "Batman, the Dark Knight Rises". Taking into consideration that the Deep State pulls the Akashic records of lightworkers, it seems to me that she was modelled after my incarnation as a girl whose planet in the Lyra constellation was destroyed during the Galactic Wars. I ended up in an underground prison with my mother.

I have no recollection about the time before the imprisonment, but I just have the feeling my family hailed from one of the three distroyed planets of Lyra. Accurately portrayed in the film is the vertical shaft in the prison complex, which suggests that it once was a mine. However, what I'm seeing is a vast underground system of rectangular tunnels with smooth walls, that must have been constructed, not simply dug out and then supported with wooden beams, like in a mine. So what was it, a bomb shelter? I don't see the heavy steel doors that go with that and I will not speculate any further.

No effort was made to keep people from entering the tunnel system, presumably because it couldn't sustain life anyway, without light and food. Technology-wise everything there made a first half 20th century impression. The landscape (as I would see after my escape) was northern European, but then, I don't assume it was on Earth at all, certainly not in the 20th century. As far as I know I was the only person in the prison (besides my mother) with "psychic gifts", which consisted of conscious astral travel, so I could explore the tunnels by being there in thought. And I could orient myself (or "see") in the dark. The prison was mixed. While the guards prevented the worst, there was constant harassment and intimidation of girls. The tunnels were a refuge for me, as I went there physically, discovering large rooms with items that had been left, such as food packages, ropes, lighting, climbing gear and guns.

In a previous version of this article I described the events that led to my mother's death. I removed that part because I feel uncomfortable with the violent aspect, even when I acted in self-defense.

Let's jump to the time after the violence, at which the man called "Bane" in the movie urged me to escape immediately, as I had already prepared an escape plan. Contrary to the movie, Bane didn't get beat up, I'm quite sure of that, but escaped with me. How exactly I escaped is an other matter. The "jump narrative" is probably valid, but my best guess is that I used the climbing gear I had found, which made it easy, because then I could still cling to and climb a not completely vertical wall if my jump was short. The film suggests that "the child" could make the jump, where others couldn't, because it didn't use a safety rope and as such was propelled by fear. My memory is quite the opposite, granted that the fear narrative is more dramatic in a movie play. I had practiced using the climbing tools to the point that I felt no pressure before the jump. I ended up higher than I anticipated and bruised some ribs on the ledge. Then Bane threw me the thick, long rope I had given him, which I secured and away we were. As far as I'm concerned it was dark outside when we got to the surface. There it dawned on me that Bain might not want me to go with him, as he was bound for his family in the mountains. He told me to walk to a village down below where the people would help me. Then I hugged him and watched him climb the rocks on his way to his home and family. When I arrived at the village it was still dark. It was a small industrial town. Watching it from an elevated position is the last clear image I have before lying on a local doctor's operating table. His very nice family gathered around and I can still see the flabbergasted expression on the face of the boy, presumably because of my escape. The girl and the mother just looked at me in terror and disgust over my state. I was hypothermic and shaking. The family gave me blankets and a hot water bottle. When my temperature had gotten back to normal I was still shivering, as in post-traumatic stress. Everything there looked very... Swedish, from the interior, to the family that looked like the cast of Pippi Longstocking, if that rings a bell. Being with the family felt like a warm bath and I wanted to stay. Then two people from the station arrived, wearing strange dark-grey and white, tight uniforms, consisting of a dull leather-like material. They stretchered me into a shuttle, bound for the station. There I was bed-ridden for a couple of days, feeling numb and dazed, sharing an appartment with another girl for a week or so, until I got my own appartement. That was the start of a new life and a relatively carefree time.

Retrieving past life memories equals astral travel, in keeping with the equivalence between timelines and parallel worlds that I think applies. At first it struck me as odd that in "remembering" a past life I would actually see myself from the outside, typically at a few meters distance, slightly from above. The clearest picture I have of myself as an early teen in the prison, comes from Gaia, with whom I have a close connection. On several occasions she used that version of me as a kind of astral avatar. First I thought it was some version of herself, as in a former multidimensional self, because that was a year before I began to get my "astral memories". In other words, I didn't recognize myself at that time. What she showed me was a chubby girl with millimetered hair, dirty clothes and a very round head. As if she wanted me to remember that lifetime, as my higher self too, seems particularly keen on that.

Another character that seems to be based on my Lyran incarnation is "Eris", from Star Trek Deep Space Nine's episode "Jem'Hadar". Each time I revisit that episode (as I am a "trekkie", regardless of any references to my past lives), I recognize the Lyran girl, which is in the body language and the way the actress immersed herself in the role. So, kudos to her and the casting. I conclude that they must have seen Chronovisor images (or similar time travel technology) of my past life. Striking is the shirt she wears, my prison attire, which is very similar to what Gaia showed me. The ears are Star Trek poetry, as is the hair.

Even though the actress was much older (in her early 20s) than I was, and of a different body type (I had a rounder head and a stockier built), she somehow captures ... something .... to the point that I recognize myself.

Note that Eris is the Greek goddess of strife and discord and that Talia is a "terrorist" in the Batman movie. This should be no surprise as I am from the bloodline on Earth that opposes the Illuminati bloodlines (simplistically speaking, the bloodline of Abraham versus that of Nimrod, son of Marduk and Tia of Orion) and that during the Galactic Wars I was a thorne in the reptilian side. Star Trek and its "parent company" the US Navy are in the Illuminati fold, the reptilian frontmen on Earth. Not to mention the Hollywood apparatus, that makes the Batman movies.

Another thing is Eris' "telekinetic weapon", which I remember not as a plasma ball (as in the TV show), but as an orange, textured energy ribbon (about 15-20 cm in width) that would be angular at several points, like lightning. In the prison I was threatened by the guards to the point that the fear set off an energy discharge from the chest (the "flip side" of the heart chakra, perhaps). It was not something I could consciously control at that point and I don't recall being able to, later in life.

Bane wasn't anything like the brute in the Batman film. He was a mild manored, civilized man, who somewhat resembled Voyager's Chakotay, but much taller and regal in stature.

The thing with past life remembrance (and the "forgetfulness" that is inherent to being on Earth), I never can discern the names of the people involved. I neither know Bane's real name, nor my own name in any lifetime. I don't even know my soul mate's name, even when she is around all the time.

The actress Joey King plays young Talia in the Batman film and with the round head and short brown hair she goes a long way towards looking like the Lyran girl before her escape.

As for the Jem'Hadar, every time they appear on Star Trek I can't help feeling that it refers to the all-female militias, such as the one I became part of. This seems to represent the deep-seated fear that these militias have instilled in the Orion-reptilian mind, and transferred as such onto chauvinistic males that are susceptible to reptilian influence. At the same time it represents the male chauvinist denial of gender equality, and to restore the order as they see it, the Jem'Hadar are portrayed as reptilian males. Psychology has its own logic ..

There is one image that keeps coming back in my memories and it's of a militia member that I must have been friends with, because I see us lounging together and talking and I have a clear image of what she looked like. Online I tried to find an image of a woman that looked like her, but found nothing. I searched for "female (kick) boxer" and "female soldier", but all search results looked too mellow and girly for the Galactic fighter I knew, and physically too frail. There just aren't any women like that on Earth today.

She had a powerful stocky built, black half-long hair with voluminous curls and a half-dark skin tone. There is the intense, unflinching gaze that I remember most vividly and she was highly intelligent, as a player on the high-tech battlefield should better be.

On Admin’s history I described the timeline in which I left the militia because of the treatment of a captured reptilian. The last memory I have of the above-mentioned woman is her and another woman performing a provocative dance in front of the tormented reptilian, which contributed to my decision to leave. Like I said before, if there's anything that defines the reptilians of Orion it's sexual violence, and that most militia members had been abused, most of them as children. For them, a captured reptilian was the ultimate prize and so the militia ships were brimming (in a painful way) with the energy of revenge.

* not the "boys with boobs" you see online

Like I said before, the 9th through the 11th of the month are often marked by past life consciousness expansion. Since its July '24 version I have a greater sense of realness of my past life "discoveries". Add to that a scene from an epic party taking place on a space station. The mood is celebratory, nothing short of ecstatic, an electric atmosphere. The black haired woman I referred to above turns to me full of joy and with great fondness. It's clear we were close, but I also think it has something to do with my technical involvement with the militia and its missions. Were they celebrating a big win against the reptilians? I say "they" because I couldn't really connect with their deep seated hatred towards the reptilians, because I hadn't suffered the trauma they did due to direct confrontation with the reptilians. In fact, however impressive the party spirit was, I stayed (uncharacteristically) on the sidelines, still reeling from the inhuman treatment of the reptilian. Empathy with reptilians was an absolute no-go within the militia and indeed, they are an extremely unpleasant ilk (in general), but the militianistas (my quasi-spanish) had reduced the reptilian to his bare essence of a Source fractal (that he would have denied existed), evoking empathy, by the definition of Oneness. The reptilian had gotten in that position (partly) through my involvement and I knew I had to go. The disparity in background and experiences between me and the militia women was too great. This illustrates the remarkable phenomenon of ascending and descending beings meeting in the same arena, of which only Prime Creator can assess the wisdom.

On that particular timeline I come to a sufficient realization of the disparity, at least in order to save myself from any more major karmic mishaps.

If Seven of Nine, from Star Trek Voyager, represents the adult version of the Lyran girl, then maybe there is the perception that I was some kind of technical genius as such. I don't think I've been a dumb person in any lifetime, but I'm assuming that the defining factor in my technical exploits was my psychic ability. I would be surprised if my tech ability exceeded that of the commander, for one.

During the Voyager episode, The Gift, Seven uses her Borg implants to mentally scrutinize microdevices at a distance and is able the retrieve a part number. That is exactly what I did, but astrally, which is a natural abilty (available to anyone with the right frequency/consciousness). Besides the fact that my adult self was blonde haired (I was a natural brunette), what I (think I) recognize in Seven is the pride, bordering arrogance. To me, my stint as a Galactic female tech-warrior was about teaching the Galaxy respect for women, which derives from the psychological abuse I experienced in the prison. So, the whole experience of being a powerful female served to reconstruct my dignity and feminine pride.

As for Star Trek, if I understand anything about the world of acting, the actress who played Eris did so as a "method actor", identifying with the character, while the actress portraying Seven created her own character, loosely based on the real life individual. That would explain some discontinuities between the characters. The writers also took their poetic liberties regarding the Borg angle, with the implants and drone mentality, with which I see no parallels with my former self.

This lifetime was one of great heights and the deepest lows. One of my favorite parts was sitting down with my girlfriend/commander, let's call her Mme.X, because to me past life memories have never revealed any names. We got together to analyze the results of my astral "phantom vision" of reptilian systems. This presented the mother of all puzzles and a geek's dream, to be able to get to the heart of very advanced unknown systems. Although our relationship was well on the rocks, I felt privileged and exhilarated to work with such an advanced intellect. To her it was a mixed pleasure because of the great strides I had made in technology and that she could no longer ride her hobby horse of casting me as her mindless sex-crazed play thing, that's how she interpreted my liberal sexual attitude. Her soul has done me unmeasurable services by agreeing to incarnate with me, both as Mme.X and my current life's late sister, in order for me to get past the orphaning issue. In fact...I suspect that both women held an aspect of the Universal Mother. However, in that particular lifetime Mme.X was a narcissist who lived off of the adoration from her militia members. When I became the militia's X-factor due to my tech exploits, she felt things were slipping away from her and so she set me up with reptilians. Our relationship was open and she didn't mind me being with other women. During a party on a space station I associated with women who turned out to be reptilians when they uncloaked (reptilians are holographic shape shifters). The calculus was that I would stay and betray the women in the militia, but I left immediately, which didn't help my cause, however. I waited several days before returning to our ship, but on entry the scanners picked up reptilian DNA and I was taken to the infirmary where association with reptilians was ascertained. I was expelled most brutally, which was very upsetting, but when I realized I had been set up by someone I thought I could trust, I decided to plan a suicide mission against the reptilians.

What upsets me most today however, is knowing how devastated the militia women must have been, thinking I betrayed them. Somehow many of them regarded me as a big sister and leader, even before I started to play a tech role. My reluctance to engage in combat missions was a continuous source of disappointment because they thought I should be with them on the frontline. I thought I had done enough killing, in prison, to last a lifetime, that was my trauma, but they tried to "flush me out" by casting me as weak and scared. I see them sitting there in their assault shuttle (or whatever you call it) just before a mission, looking dead ahead and petrified. However, this I think, was a batch of novices on a first mission. I had tried to mentally prepare them and asked the commander if I could go with them, just for comfort, which she denied.

And yet, hard nosed as she was, Mme.X, our commander, only did what we agreed upon in our soul contract. How did the other women "weave" into that? Do all souls that need to experience a theme (such as betrayal) get lumped together in one holographic theatre play of life, or were many of them "non-player characters", holographic figments? How close do you have to get to someone before you can assume they're real?

As described above, I have created/selected a timeline without the kamikaze mission. I have even created/selected a third timeline in which I leave the militia before Mme.X started to humiliate me in front of the militia members. That I allowed her to do that, now fills me with great embarrassment and shame, which is why I try to cut that part out, as so to speak.

On a different note, my current life's sister died of cancer, which was induced by the CIA and Mossad while she was staying in NYC. The Israeli political elites long regarded me as an existential threat, because of what I would do if I found out what happened. Although revenge was an energy I would strongly feel and act upon during my days as described on this page, this is no longer the case in my present life. In this life I just try to get out of negative situations, not go back and risk karma. The realization of the futility of revenge has become a part of my core. To the reptilians revenge cycles are central to their doctrine and their parasitic energetic needs.

My portrait of my sister (1999)

It's very easy to cast Mme.X as the evildoer in my post-Lyran incarnation and for me to think in terms of revenge, but she did exactly what we agreed upon, pre-incarnation. Without wanting the overgeneralize the issue, it's clear in this particular case that there are no goodies and baddies, just souls doing their evolutionary dance. Then judgement is not on, let alone revenge.

Stretching out my empathic feelers into the astral realms (as I like to call it), I'm picking up strong emotions from people whose souls were incarnated when and where the above-mentioned happened and who are triggered by these writings. And so, on some level we meet again, and may it help to bring closure in their soul space.

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