Lessons on diverting the enemy

Date: 3/27/2021

I was on this road. It was some old country road. We kept going up and down it, up and down, up and down. We never got anywhere. It had these points, little side pockets that were in different realities. I would x we would, drive into them and be lost for days longer then come out and people would have no idea where we'd gone. At first we didn't know where we'd gone. Eventually we became aware, I did. And by noticing it was able to control it stop it. It still happened but now I watched it happen. ~ I was at some huge country farm out out in the middle of a country farmland, wide open planes, horizon for days. I was in this huge house and I was with somebody, a few persons who made me feel safe but where challenging me. A man tall, thin, in control but in a very self contained way that didn't encroach on anyone. And I think maybe my grandmother was the other or at least she was one of the ones who came. So we invited my mother. And two girls, they felt like my sisters. They were dark skinned, with mad curly hair, and felt like them, like Karlee and Jessie, but weren't the same I remembered from real life. But it was the same energy. My grandmother was informed about a half hour before my mother arrived. Or she went to go get her. She was asleep the whole time and I put her make up on so she wouldn't have to. I splattered little flecks of freckles all over her face. I hoped it helped. When my mother arrived at the party she drove a white car. This was an electric car that was just the outside casing of the car. It was essentially a floor model, not really fit to be on the road. There was nothing inside. She got it from a bag she'd 'picked up' which was euphemism for stolen over the years. She said she picked it up to give to someone, the bag, but kept what was inside which was the car, folded up the size of a scooter. It worked apparently, but just basically. It wasn't a real car. It drive though, but... When my mother arrived I wasn't dressed - wore sweat pants and a pony from being asleep- and didn't care after a moment of concern. She wouldn't be there long. She greeted everybody, buying it was a genuine visit, socializing like she didn't know we didn't want her there. Like she thought she was actually welcome. We were doing a good job of pretending. My mother wasn't like she is in real life. This version of her was more decisive, made deliberate movements, wasn't a scared trembling mess all the time, she was the life of the party or at least acted and thought she was. She was unaware of things but she wasn't a naive and sweet and nervous victim like in real life. She was just an ignorant woman who thought she was in perfect control and bought her own bullshit. Well seemed to. She thought people were attracted to her and what she had to say. And some were - the others guests we invited for this were. They bought her controlled allure. I was terrified of her. It was in my skin. I shook being near her. I only got through it because of what we had to do. An experiment. And him, he kept me sane, kept coming near me, holding my shoulders, reminding me what we had to do. Whispering, urgent, soothing, comforting. I had to learn this lesson he said. She didn't really say much to me - more interested in greeting everybody. I was relieved. And sickened. Anyway I just stayed in the periphery of the conversations, looked out the window, paid attention to the slats in the old windows holding them open so they wouldn't fall on the girls massively curly hair. The trick was for them too. And it began. He laid out a huge thing. A story, an event, an enemy. Something had happened. It had claws and they were sharp and deeply imbedded in this person/thing that was a real threat. It was out there now, we'd just encountered it. "We'd just encountered it." It was a huge scary organisation or institution, if a single person/cause/thing could be that. What ever it was, it was out there and preying on just people like them. They were its main targets. They ate it up. Properly concerned, really believing it. Like it was sensitive information not everyone got to know and thus it made them special to know it I was nervous throughout. I clutched my hands, paced, hid behind people and stood off to the side, kept to the wall, didn't socialize beyond a bit of return when someone spoke to me. In fact I acted like she did in real life, but mine wasn't an act. I really felt like that. Just nervous, scared. I didn't want her there. She was scary. I didn't want to lie. That was bad. I was sure I was going to do it, do the trick, trick them, learn the lesson, because someone I trusted implicitly told me to, but I hated every moment of it. It felt so fake. But he pulled me aside every now and then to explain, and even was still doing as they left at the end. He was explaining that he made up an enemy, and told several people. Those guests we invited, and mainly my mother. They had someone/something to villainize and be terrified of. To gossip about. They would then go home and tell other people and more and more would learn as they couldn't keep their mouth shut and more would learn about it. Essentially we had no more work to do. They would spread it far and wide. More people like them would believe it. Then more and more. It would even create enemy like the supposed enemy because some who heard the story would empathize with the enemy's part and take up for the cause against them. We justed helped them persecute themselves. We just created our own enemy, but it was distant, controlled, fake. It was never the serious threat close to home it had been. It was a trick to deceive stupid people and keep them occupied and from coming after you. Well me. Cause he told me, it was a lesson for me. He held my head and forced me to watch the whole explanation, the whole deception play out. I was both relieved and disgusted. Happy safety would be returned but also scared to death. We literally had to invite the enemy into the house in order to make her go away for good. But part of the lesson was she now went away under her own power, secure in her own belief in superiority, and would leave us alone. And that was safety.