Satin:08/02/1998
July 1, 1998: I am staring into the eyes of the lion. Fortunately for me, it doesn't appear to be hostile. I said hi, but got no reaction from either the lion or the woman. So I look at their auras, to try to learn more about them. I discovered the lion has no aura, which doesn't surprise me too much, since it is a machine. The woman has a very complex aura, one with white, rose, silver, and gold in it. White I remember means joy or innocence, and since she is crying, not to mention her aura contains the silver of grief, I assume this one means innocence. Rose stands for sympathy. Is she crying out of sympathy for something, maybe the lion? She did tell me all I had to do was help the machine. And the gold, like Michael, means she is a spiritual person. Doesn't seem like a bad person, wonder if I can touch her mind, and maybe cheer her up? I sent her a mental impulse of friendship, which causes her to stop crying, and actually smile at the lion. She picks up an amulet from the steps she is standing on, and puts it on. I don't recognize the amulet from the previous vision, plus here she is clothed in an off-white sari, where before in the vision she was naked. She then climbs onto the lions back and my vision collapses. I stop dancing and sit.After resting a few moments, I start looking for the others. And I find everyone, so I tell them what I found. I also told them the differences between the woman I just saw and the woman in the vision. What does this mean? Was the fact she was naked I the vision symbolic? Who knows? Such is the nature of visions, unfortunately. After talking a bit, we decide it is time to sleep. I for one am tired, I've done a lot of dancing yesterday.
We get to the building and find it empty. Apparently Rachel had discussed the bed problem with Michael, and he said it would be taken care of. We send a guard off to fetch Michael. When he appears, he tells us the beds were removed, and everyone now has a bed, they are just in the hallways of the other buildings. David says we don't mind sharing our building. Suddenly, Michael falls to the ground, yelling, "7am! 7am!" I'm startled at first, but realize Sara is telepathically talking to Michael, and asking about breakfast. I start laughing, but Sara elbows me. He then stands, says, "Yes, Lord." And runs off. I double check with Sara, and she tells me she did just do what I thought, and breakfast is at 7am and anyone with a bed in a hallway could come and get a room tomorrow.
Finally, we go inside. I decide someone needs to find out what is really going on here, what these poor people are being told and how they are being treated. I start to dance, to look for clothes to disguise myself. I am after all a gypsy, and was taught by a master costumer how to look like anyone else. As long as I keep my clothes on, no one should recognize me. As I dance, the others go to sleep, used to me dancing at all hours of the day and night now. Finally, around 6am, I find a pair of leans, a baggy sweat shirt, and tennis shoes. I hide the clothes in bed with me and collapse asleep.
I awake around 2pm. No one is around. Perfect. The fewer people who know, the better. I put on my disguise clothes, and braid my hair, then mess it up, so it looks like it has been braided that way for awhile. Satisfied that my disguise is pretty good so far, and I can add the finishing touches of dirt and leaves outside, I teleport. By looking out the window, it was no problem to teleport outside the wall and a few blocks away. I find an empty lot with black, ooky dirt, that I proceed to use to finish my disguise. Then I hear a voice, "Hey pretty." Hmm, the rest of my plan to get back into the complex may just work. And now I have help. I stand up and look at the guy. He doesn't look good. His shirt was torn and he has a bad wound. I ask if he wants to watch me dance. I start dancing, to focus my magic, when I am grabbed from behind. I broadcast Pain to the attackers and run. I hear one person following me. I knew I was heading toward the complex, so I start screaming and yelling for help. I run past the gate, and then stop and run back to it, acting like I didn't know there were people there and seeing them as I ran by. Am I good or what? I see it is the first guy who is following me. A guard points a gun at me and I hear comments about my birth. Guess Michael isn't around to hear. I fall to me knees, breathing hard for affect, and with big, wide Bambi eyes, I look at the guard and send sympathy. The guy chasing me grabs me by the hair and starts to drag me off, saying, "Cindy! Come with me and stop bothering these nice people." He also at some point hits me. But I ignore him and plead to the guards, "No! I don't know who this guy is! I've come looking for the Prophet! You have to help me!" I send sympathy again to the guard, and he puts the gun to the guy's head, which does cause him to stop (wow, he's smarter than he looks!). Then the guard asks me, "What do you know of the Prophet?" "I had a dream about him." "What's his name?" "I don't know, but I an describe him." And so I did. Gabriel then comes up and tels the guy, "Let go of the girl." "No! She's coming with me!" Gabriel punches him and breaks his nose. The guy lets go of me. I scramble away to the guards and start crying. Being able to act really pays off. Gabriel tells the guards to take me away for the Trial. The what? This is getting interesting. I heard the guy protesting as I was lead of, but Gabriel took care of him.