How an Alter Can Save Your Life

How an alter caused by trauma ended up saving me.

When I was captured and put in immersion, some initial trauma created an alter and split in my consciousness. I do not yet know what this trauma was. I think it was something physical like chemicals.

One side (male) was in astral prison hellscape. The other side (female) thought it was apparently on Earth. But there are 3 sides to this coin: female me on one side, male me on the other side, Big Blue (oversoul) conjoining the two. Big Blue, being a reality creator, reprogrammed the immersion program to allow for these split consciousnesses to be in connection to one another--something that normally doesn't happen with an alter. Because we were conjoined by Big Blue, there was bleed over in terms of experiences and energies.

This is what ultimately saved my self, because unlike a typical alter situation, that connecting band kept the two halves in energetic connection and awareness of each other, and therefore still whole. Just having separate dreams. Which means, while female me went through her life and experienced a spiritual awakening and all the healing that goes with it (along with pulling in all the DNA activations and implementing them into this blueprint)...male me in astral hell is being healed even as he's being diminished, and this lessens the strength of the attacks.

Female me was designed to exit her immersive world to work with Big Blue (and all of you) to break male me out of his immersive hell. This explains the whole "snow globe" reality in the astral surrounded by astral entities trying to get in. That was male me's prison! And this is female me's prison! Two prisons to break out of! So, once male me was free to join back with the soul, now we could work on getting me back into wholeness.

I suspect this is why the integration and fusion went so fast and easily once I opened up and allowed it to happen. Because this fissure in self was always meant to come right back together. This was a temporary alternate world and self made to safeguard my consciousness, sanity, and maintain the purity of my soul. It's why I couldn't be programmed, tainted, possessed, or otherwise. Because they never successfully severed a damn thing. Everything was kept in wholeness right under their noses. And that wholeness changes the whole game. It makes escape possible.

And ultimately, this is why I naturally felt like it was right to choose the male self as the primary physical shape. Because I'm an alter of M'iel. But because I'm the best version of the two, this is the personality that takes prominence. I feel this is a good agreement we have made together. I got him to the top of his mountain!

Michael was the representative in this reality of Mi'el so I would be aware of and know him. I wonder, if in his hellscape, there was a woman who he felt was his sister who was guiding him.

I know I had some horrible nightmares where I was following a young man and advising him or comforting him. Sometimes he was a little boy. Sometimes he was crawling out of a crashed ship. Sometimes he was being flayed open by a human male who represented his Urmah self. But I was there all those times.

And whenever my reality here got particularly dark and heavy... Who was it who stopped me from committing suicide? Michael. Who was it who started inhabiting my narcissistic husband's vessel long enough so I could leave as I needed to? Mi'el. Right in the nick of time, when it could have gotten worse, there was my own other self.

While all this was going on, there's Big Blue holding the fort in our body. Putting enough energy into it that no entity could properly possess it. Basically making it a sleeping mannequin that snored when orders were given to it.

Because of this, I have concluded that I have not been gone years. Only months. Because I don't think the Cabal would waste much time on a body that snores when you give it orders, refuses to accept any other soul than its own, and is somehow impurvious to torture. I think I was about to be on the lunch menu for a bunch of lizards before you guys showed up and got me.

Close shave!

I thank you for your time. Adiamas.

--Mi'el