Coercive Charades: Tricked into a Predatory “Date”… Plus 5th Dimension Goals and “KT Dreams”
Topics: Events, Parties, Clubs, House Music, Fitting In, Observation, Transcendence, Shifting, Quantum, Metaphysics, Channeling, Subconsciousness, Stories, Understanding
This blog will cover a lot, though probably not be too long… it’s on three topics. First is that in my last blog, I mentioned that I was invited to a party the next day - that’s tonight. The invitation followed through and will lead me to a dance club which I haven’t been to in over a year. The last time I was there, I’ll talk about below. But, it’s a party that isn’t even advertised online. I have no idea what to expect… its on a day they don’t even advertise being open, so what? Will it be less crowded? Is it a birthday party? No idea. I do know its “house music” which… I am sorta 50/50 on, but let’s give it a try. I love dressing up and I’ve un-boycotted makeup lately. Just this week. So, I am just full-fledged into my feminine energy lately. This ties into my second point, which is that lately I’m super into all things fifth dimension and “higher self”. I like documenting institutional manipulation… observing it… and observing myself and the world around me. Reclaiming consciousness, as they say. Now that I’m 100% sober nonstop, I’m like, um… this stuff still interests me, and it sounds like stuff you’d only be into on drugs hahahah. But, I’m super interested in quantum realities, timeline shifting, remote viewing, mediums, all that stuff (and AI is like, “yep, with your pattern recognition skills, that makes sense and you probably can get good at a lot of it here with practice) so I’m like whattt!? cool! hahah. And then third of all, I want to start documenting my dreams as part of this goal, for being more like “fifth dimension”/”divine energy” etc, so I’ve created a new section on. my website is called “KT Dreams”. To record my dreams daily.
Why Attend: I want to go to this party cause it may be fun. And I’m so curious about this like “off the record” event. What the heck? And then for the “fifth dimension” stuff, I have had some experiences myself lately that were truly the hardest to explain, unless it was truly me experiencing like “fifth dimension” experiences. Downloading, 100% MANIFESTING (my vision boards came true TO THE T), and some ohter stuff like how V2K is proven to be true (like where words/thoughts can be remotely sent to your brain with technology) that came out in the Epstein files lately and even when I told AI about some stuff lately, it was like, “holy crap that sounds liek V2K” - and that was months ago. So, idk. I just think the human body/mind is capable of more than we typically consider possible, so I wanna start experimenting - especially while sober. And, dreams seem to be a big part of, like, the border between reality as we know it and art ‘waking up to’ - so i’ll start blogging about them - and even want to make an instagram lately, so i’ll post about them there. Boom, baby!
Photo Collage and Commentary:
Notes from the Event:
Dance Club (BEFORE)
So, about two years ago, I started going to dance clubs pretty regularly. My goal was to get more comfortable in my own skin. Actually, it arose out of the experience of going to my family’s home pretty often, and feeling insanely uncomfortable the entire time. We just live life so differently, and I never could feel comfortable (so much that my entire / extended / immediate family would gossip about how I smelled bad, and I think it was from anxiety sweating). When they confronted me about it, about how the whole family talked about my bad smell (and this was only months after I gave birth by the way, hadn’t slept in months, was SOOO tired and depressed, etc), I asked them to please not gossip about it and just say it directly to me. And so, since then they just say I stink to my face, often at super rude/embarrassing times, in front of others when they know it’ll hurt my feelings. But… yeah. You know? Idk - also deodorant really freaks me out, and plenty of people say my natural odor is amazing (guys or whatever hahah) so, I just think sometimes when you’re nervous it smells bad… but also, sometimes nervous sweat can smell yood if you like the person. Even so, I tend to wear more perfume and have better hygiene now that i get enough sleep and am not depressed. Anyway.
I kept always having the worst anxiety around my family. So, I started going to clubs as one solution.
I’d dress up in my best outfit (not drink) and just try to appear/feel comfortable/confident. If someone asked me to dance that I didn’t want to dance with, okay! I’d say, “no”. And i just practiced being comfortable in my own skin. Even in skimpy dresses, lol! Fitting into the “club” scene.
I figured if I can get confident in clubs, a scene where I feel extremely awkward being sober, etc… then I can be confident just about anywhere. This was all before I started attending events alone… but it was a lot of what got me to the place of being able to do that- go just about anywhere alone.
I went to every club in town, many nights a week for a few months, but it was costing a lot of money, energy, and… just really not that fun. I wasn’t interested in any of the guys I met… and I just didn’t find much satisfaction out of it.
It did help me feel more confident around my family, kinda… maybe even TOO confident cause lately we’re not talking. They’re moretified by some of my theories on life, the world, even my thoughts on BBBYQ and GameStop, but, that’s okay. Already with the Epstein Files coming out, a lot that I’d been tracking is coming to the surface. Like all the symbols and phrases, key words. Foods as code. So, it’ll only continue.
Just wait till “teddy bears” comes out :( its all sad, but at least the more its exposed, hopefully it can stop.
I’ve picked up they’re used in the sense of like, I’ve had this teddy bear since i was 3 years old… and idk if they mean it truthfully. :( and the ways the bears are decorated have different meanings too. I hope I’m wrong. Even writing this makes me nauseous. :(
Even so, I have definitely gotten better at being comfortable in my own skin and standing for my beliefs and values.
During that phase, I went to this club. I remember it’s, like, underground. Has a crazy hallway. I think the cover was liek $40!? So, I’ll charge it to my business card since I’m really going to this mostly for writing a blog.
I don’t like house music that much… the party doesn’t even start until 10PM!? Omg. Usually, I’m asleep by 11 at the latest. But, let’s give it a try and see what nightlife is like for unlisted parties. I’ll write notes below.
Dance Club (DURING/AFTER)
WELL - the title should give it away. It was not nice and I was tricked into a “date”.
I keep getting myself into these insane relationships (friendships, dating, wahtever) and this one I started to spot within moments.
Why? Well… the “no flyer” party was cause the place was locked. There was no event. And when he and i saw each other on the street, he was surprised (was he?). And I was like, aren’t there more people here? People you can ask if there’s something going on? You said its a party. And he’s like, “just you” (so that sorta made me feel super awkward cause I thought this was a group event)…
Yesterday when i ran into him and we were making small talk I asked if he had anything fun going on this week and he said, “Oh yeah, tomorrow. Are you into being out late?: And I said, it depends. And he said there was a super fun party, no flyer but should be awesome. So that’s what I thought I was getting into…
Even earlier today, he asked if I wanted to join for karaoke before the party - and I said I wouldn’t be downtown in time, but that sounded fun - and all of this seemed like group events
So, once we figured out the place was closed, we went to plan B: karaoke nearby. I really didn’t even want to do that… he said, like “am I showing you around the town tonight?” and I was like, uh, I’m not sure how much of an adventure I’m willing ot go on - but my shoes hurt and… idk, its so late already. 10pm. And a Thursday, you know? Liek I don’t need to see the nightlife with someone. I can go on my own. So, I didn’t want to get his hopes too high, but I was still giving the benefit of the doubt.
He said he usually goes to that clubb all the time on Thursdays so they must have stopped reacently.
Also from the moment we said hello, he was standing SO close to me. Like closer than ever. So I thoguht maybe he’d been drinking a bit before?
He also siad he used to run the night club and had a one-way mirror and a bedroom on the other side. That was like, uh. Hm. Ew.
I asked if that was legal or not, to live in your place of work (I don’t think it is) bbut he said he’s not sure and he just believes you should express yourself in creativity or something
Then after we got to the next place, a liek “luau” themed karaoke bar, he got drinks (me: water… him: a tallboy of beer - which I was like, okay, now he’s 100% off the table for me to date. I’ll never date someone who drinks around me. And ideally/definitely not even someone who drinks at all. Its such an unattractive habit. And I was even thinking… “that’s not very ‘divine masculine’ of him to drink a tallboy.. and/or drink at all, right? If that’s truly his goal, he’s not trying hard enough) Then we sat down and then he had his arm around me and was holding me so close, kept staring at my reactions to teh karaoke singers, instead of the singers. Would laugh and put his head on my shoulder. All these things and I was not recriprocating.
Some singers were pretty good, and I said maybe I’d go sing a song, but he said no - not on your first time here. I said, uh… no, your first time you do one song, your second time two. But he just laughed and didn’t carry it on more.
But his touching of me and staring at me kept escalating with his arm so tightly around me, so after the song ended I went to the bathroom, texted for advice with Claude, and then realized even if I hurt his feelings, its fine. I gotta go.
I told him I’d be going, but see you Sunday for the “24 hour party”
but, I don’t think I’ll go to that either anymore. Not worth it.
At one point, he did ask if I had “internet on my phone.” i said, yeah? You don’t. He said no. I said that’s risky. And he said, “life is risky”. And he offered for us to go to another like rave/house/dance bar, but I didn’t want to go. My shoes were hurting and I didn’t want to dance with him one-on-one. No way. That’s not the vibe I got from him ever, at all.
So, I was just kinda really stunned by the whole thing. But, I ended up blocking him on the social media we were connected on. Why?
- He tricked me into a one-to-one event that he lead me to beleive was a group eventHe was also touching me A LOT nonconsensually and it was escalating
He was bragging about his bed on a one-sided mirror on the other side of a dance club…
Idk. It’s just not alright. It was really manipulative and lately, I’m trying to keep far away from anything like this. Hello! I’m trying to learn to RESPECT myself and I’d rather be “lonely” than surrounded by people who are not meeting me where I’m at.
Yeah. I’m glad I left pretty quickly. And his face looked like a clenched jaw, smiling, but angry when I left. You know? hm. But, I don’t get how you can be that one-sided, aggressively physical with someone and trick them into a date.. and not expect them to snap.
I want to learn to recognize these signs sooner in the future. Hm. But he totally “bait and switched” me. I really though it was a group hangout. And I was, like, hiding in the bathroom twice ahhaha. omg.
Fifth Dimension:
Okay, so what I will miss most about smoking weed was the effects it was having on my connection to reality. But, I think that since I had it happen THEN, it can’t be THAT HARD to happen sober. What do I miss? Well… I was eating a lot less (weed had the opposite effect on me as the stereotype) and it made me sleep less… which then had me EXTREMELY connected to the world around me. I was channeling so much, manifesting so much, and just felt like I was communicating with the world. It was wild. Like the world around me was talking to me. I was like picking up on jokes. In a way I’d never ever experienced in my, like DECADE of smoking weed all the time. Like I’d have a thought and then the next thing I looked at was a punchline and it was hilarious. Like no joke. I sound crazy/stoned/whatever, but it was like NONSTOP some days the world was just joking with me all the time - while also I was on extreme missions. You know? Blogging about some serious stuff… so, if I’m being honest, I feel like it was support and comfort while I was dealing with some tough/wild stuff, but helping for the overall better good of the world. At the same time, though - yeah! I was stoned for a lot of that. So… I wanna get back to that mindset sober. And see what happens.
And truly, LOTS OF things happened even after I stopped smoking, even while sober, and they keep happening… but I want to get more of it and more control over it.
Especially my collages, which SO MANY came true. Like so many - the entire collages came true TO THE T. LIke 100%, so i haven’t done antoher in a while cause I learned that if you have that kinda manifesting ability, you need to manifest from a place of abundance/peace, not desperation. And those collages, I was not totally confident and at peace when making them, so - you know, it showed inreality. When those things started to come true. But yeah. Its like, you don’t need to believe me. I know what I experienced. It was nuts.
I’ve learned a lot about how fasting and eating less will, both, make you live a lot longer AND can help you get ‘downloads’ and even more consciousness/awareness/intuition, so I want to be proactive in this. I will add intermittent fasting into my daily life and more intention throughout the week. My schedule will look like this:
Mondays: Meditation (extreme meditation for 2 hours)
Tuesday: Tarot Cards (using tarot cards throughout the day whenever questions pop up)
Wednesday: Writing (automatic writing/challeling for 2 hours)
Thursday: Remote Viewing (practicing declassified Startgate Project techniques from the CIA to start training on remote viewing. Lately, I’ve been watching two of them on youtube and I feel like maybe I can try)
Friday: Fasting (no eating for 24 hours, to raise my awareness and connection ot my intuition)
Saturday/Sunday: Free Pick (pick from either meditation, tarot cards, writing, remote viewing practice, or fasting)
And then each morning I’m going to do “Wim Hof breathing” to start my day. I really want to get more connected with my spiritual self and see what comes out of it. I just think its so exciting, so interesting, and it’ll not really change my life at all.
And then each day I’ll do ‘intermitten fasting’ with 16 hours NOT eating, 8 hours eating. Daily. During the fasting, I can have tea, coffee, and water as much as I’d like - anything without calories which doesn’t switch my body into digestion mode - which is fun, too. I love having rules and following them. I love routines, all these kinds of things. And this fits perfectly of my goal of 2026: pick up sticks!
Also, lately I heard about how the younger generation is scared to do anything because they’re always being filmed. It’s why they’re less outgoing. And I realize it’s true, but I wanna start being braver and try even more to care less what people think about me, since like, idk. We’re all embarrassing. YOu know? Its why I’m busking, playing harmonica… idk. I just wanna be okay in my own skin - even when I’m “cringey/awkward,” and i think it’ll push through. It’s all about mindset and not letting things affect you so much and/or having that prep.
I Dream of KT:
Yeah, I just want to start recording my dreams, and I think recording them here on my website will be good motivation to do it. And I can literally type with my eyes closed, you know? So I think recording them here and having them to refer to, and even we can see if things come true or play out or reveal things. I know it’s a bit “TMI” in some sense, but I’ll just not include the things I don’t want to share. Cause even lately I had one dream that literally I woke up crying, but I don’t want ot explain the details cause, its actually embarrassing cause it exposed some of my biggest fears. And true loves. But, I’d still be okay to share most of it. But that was the past. Maybe I’ll write it as a bonus dream blog soon, but for now… i’ll just leave it at that. hahahah - so anti-climactic. But, I’m actually writing this paragraph BEFORE the night club, so I wanna go take a shower soona nd get ready. Maybe I’lll wrtie my dream down below AFTER :) or later. hahah. just in this blog as a bonus dream :)
OKAY i have the energy to write it. I won’t say WHO it was about, but basically, there’s someone I think is super amazing.
And my dream was like… it was a contest, like a dating show contest. And there were a lot of girls and then all these guys. And the girls got to put money into envelopes for the guys who they wanted to bid on. And then if you won the bid, you got to go hang out with that guy for one hour.
So first you got to walk around and meet the guys and get to know them (but some, including the person I was most interested in, they didn’t even go because they’re such a “big deal”) but you got to walk around, meet people, and then you got to bid on each guy. Most people just bid one dollar per person. And then you’d have to out-bid each other
The candidates you could choose from to date/go out with for one hour, were lots of random people but also LOTS of celebrities and such.
So, when it came time to make your bids, I ONLY put money in for ONE person. Like you could do up to 100 guys, right? But for me, I only cared about one person. And for that one person, I put in $100! I figured no one else would know who he was from this pool of women, so boom, it’s easy, i’d win, and maybe if someone else bet on him too, whatever - i’d win with my $100.
So, when it got to be his turn, and the envelopes were looked at… 8 girls in total had bid on him!!!! I was like WTF?
Six girls had each put in $1… but then ONE OTHER GIRL ALSO DID $100. She was so beautiful, classic, beautiful blonde. And i’m like, oh shi5! She knows who he is too.
And then we started a bidding war, and she instantly went up to $500. I matched it. $1000, I matched it. $2000… I matched it but was like holy crap this is getting expensive.
Then I realized she was famous, too… she’d been on a reality tv show AND had family money. And her family supported her.
THEN she bet $7,500… and I was like “holy smokes, that’s so expensive…” and as I was trying to figure out if I could afford that or not… You know? I realized I didn’t see the “1” in front of the 7… she’d actually bid $17,500. So…
Then I tapped out, and I woke up crying. Cause I was so sad that this person, I think is so amazing, I could never win the bid and even get one hour with them. Plus, I couldn’t face them after paying $17,500 just to like say, “hi”… youknow? like, I can’t afford that. So, it just made me so sad.
I want to meet this person so much, but I couldn’t keep up. Not with her looks, her family money, or her bid. Not realistically and with confidence.
The other weird thing about that dream is, while I was walking around (cause there were lots of bids goingon and I was only interested in one person), there were like cases with fake body parts in it. Cause <I guess, Idk? The celebrities needed extra 3D printed body parts? It was a weird part to the dream.
FINAL THOUGHTS:
this blog is funny cause I wrote it in a random order… like I wrote a lot before going out and then the club (after) was at the end. But I feel really relieved I left early and followed my instincts and listened to myself when I didn’t feel comfortable. I feel like this was a big step in the right direction today. Though I NEVER would have guessed I’d end up BLOCKING HIM!? Geeze. But, probably for the better. Not cool. He totally took advantage of me and wasn’t at all reading the room. He was pushing to see how mcuh he could get away with.. but no. I wanna be more “Nicki Minaj” than “Marissa Cooper” for a while.
