Fun with dead languages and the occult =D

Some things about me - just me, in my physical self, not my past life self. I have some tendencies that strike even me as odd. I've had a feral side that comes and goes for as long as I can remember. When I was getting some shots at the doctor's as an infant, I once even apparently bared my teeth and made my little baby hands like I was going to claw his eyes out, and hissed at him. o_o. I don't *often* feel that way, but it comes and goes.

I seem to have this other self - and I mean presently, in this physical body. She comes and goes too. I can't quite tell if she is me - as in the repressed me that didn't want to scare people - or used to be me, or maybe she's a spirit that likes to visit and takeover my body sometimes ... my dad says I'm very "open" to spirits, though I don't personally know how true or not that is, especially as he spent much of his time when I was a child shielding me. This other self doesn't recognize my surroundings when she comes in, and she starts muttering and acting like she's generally a stranger in a strange land. And she talks in tongues.

For the past two days or so, she's been a constant presence, speaking up and in response to certain things or memories - sometimes in my head, and sometimes out loud, through me.

Examples!: "Nasket, nasket - Nivai-maat. nekalmaat, nanntaket nimai. Moch-lom chem nimai! Fudam limai kuut' daan'ni keeta loch ku deshann. Zepal me kim dushal nekalim desh't." And on, and on and then eventually she leaves. She also seems feral *most* of the time as opposed to not much of the time. She'll take time to hiss at a spoon that's offended her, for example. Like I said, a weird bird.

I plugged a couple of the significant sounding words into a search engine. There were some languages that seemed mildly familiar, like a Cherokee dialect and an ancient Hebrew dialect, but when I found some transcription for a particular pre-Sumerian language presently called "Elamite", that made the most sense in my head - I could feel myself - or "herself" as it were - thinking and talking in those sorts of words.

I've been trying to figure out what that language is since around 2001. A part of me, like you described, speaks it too, or something very similar. She would throw hissy-fits when all of this first started, and scared me into thinking it might be real. That aspect has been dormant for enough years for me to almost forget, until I read those examples you transcribed: I froze and started shaking, at the same time.

I-shak cahote. Amo ra'iel na'potu amorim; assomali ratoru. Nikket!

Hahaha, yup! it sounds the same to me too o_o. I have no idea what I'm saying... do you understand what you wrote?... I've never been able to understand her, lol...

It may be completely unrelated but I first started to awaken around 2001, and that makes me smile

Dream'sEnd wrote:

I have no idea what I'm saying... do you understand what you wrote?...

Maaaaybeeeee....? Nah. I get glimpses, but it seems so far removed from English, there's no accurate translation. Honestly, the best way I can interpret what I wrote there is "Whazzup, ma nigga! I feel you. Holla!" She's a bitch, and very ghetto, though that might just be because I started waking up while I was slumming, or slumming while I first woke. Actually, that hand-to-mouth, do-or-die lifestyle is closer to where she's coming from than any other side of society I've experienced. That inner city life was so immediate, tactile, and sensual, the comparison makes a lot of sense now that I think about it.

I'm rolling around cracking up at this right now, btw. Especially at us both starting on the same year.

*takes a long time to respond...*

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She's a bitch, and very ghetto, though that might just be because I started waking up while I was slumming, or slumming while I first woke. Actually, that hand-to-mouth, do-or-die lifestyle is closer to where she's coming from than any other side of society I've experienced.

Why do you think she's like that? I've been thinking about Sumeria/Mesopotamia/Babylon a lot recently, and what exactly transpired during those times. In a way I almost long to start speaking in this language again, normally, as opposed to a modern language. Though that could just be because I keep waking up more fully, and more of my present tastes are explained as being related to past tastes. Do you think that "yourself" is a same or separate entity from your other selves?

I think it's more a reflection of modes of living. I woke up with a weird thought still swimming through my head this morning: without imposed authority, people are animals. I think the "ghetto mentality" comes more from the perverse sort of freedom I felt with that lifestyle. No one cared what I did except the police, and I avoided them like a fox avoids bears. The way I see it, this is a spirit who was part of the authority, until other parts subverted that. Babylon may have been the first recorded sighting of laws of accountability, but still, who exactly was extracting those tit-for-tat eyes and teeth? As an illustration of that thought, I was again invited to look at Detroit. Between underfunded police, overabundance of empty spaces, and a general sense of desperation, it's probably the most lawless city in America. Conversely, but similarly, look at the World Cup riots in South America, or plain-old rioting in Ireland. In those scenarios, laws are stamped out by sheer numbers. And still, lawlessness seems to equate violence: immediate, sensuously gratifying experience of tearing something down.

Human nature is not orderly. It is intensely selfish, as all animals are. I know this inner self, which I think is just me without all the rules and regulations society thrusts on everyone, considers herself a jaguar among the gentle creatures of this concrete jungle. I would dearly love to bust out the language she speaks, in a stream of ancient obscenities at someone who's pissed me off, or the verse of a song, just to see if anyone tells me it sounds familiar. Maybe I will. The more I test these rules, not involving stealing or hurting, which I don't want to mess with anyway, the more obsolete I find them to be, anyway.

Dearest one and all,

Symbols focus mirrors reflect either, in a positive or negative way used wisely in many and most directions!

What goes around, always comes around, ever play ping pong?

If this is too enigmatic.... forgive me but think really seriously about this, one not just for you but for all for yourselves and well being and future well being. Who's the ball and who's the paddle!

Remember the boggart thing in one of Harry Potter's [T] class ---- Ridiculous !

Ouza

Perception First!

Ouza, I'm starting to realize that many of your messages make no sense to me.


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Until much later. Thanks for the advice for my present from this past. Tell your past self from this thread that I appreciate it dearly.

i think a similar thing might happen to me occasionaly, mostly when i'm upset, sometimes i'll mutter in that nonsensical language, or something similar.... it's too hard to tell o,o

Oh? When that happens to me it definitely feels like something/one "taking over" my body. I'm conscious of everything, I don't black out, but I don't have control unless I try really hard to take it.

What sorts of things do you say? There's all kinds of languages, living, dead, nonrecorded. It took a lot of research before I finally figured out that that seemed to be related to some pre-Sumerian language. Which of course, makes sense for my pattern of incarnations.

I feel that these are bleed overs from the past since you have been lifting the veils of past/present and future! But they all seem to point to Atlantis/Mu when we were all involved one way or another in the instigating cause of the Nuclear War that destroyed both.

This is becoming more and more paramount with today's possibilities/probabilities of such a thing happening again. Only now we are the observers and/or what I call on the other side of the bombing fence!

Ouza

That's only happened to me once. It was... oh gods... almost 20 years ago. I can remember part of the message now

The key is love but the lock is rusted with blood.

It made perfect sense when I was saying it. I was frustrated because it was really obvious. No so once I stopped speaking

Ashtart wrote:

What sorts of things do you say? There's all kinds of languages, living, dead, nonrecorded. It took a lot of research before I finally figured out that that seemed to be related to some pre-Sumerian language. Which of course, makes sense for my pattern of incarnations.

well, i can't quite remember what i say in those instances, it seems like nonsense, and usually i get the sense that it's along the lines of muttered curses, like calling someone an insufferable little child, or else something more.... colorful.

and of course there's an old message, the likes of which i have never encountered since, and i posted on the old forum: "Anak tungatha, eriak thun. Iscarion agat anon."

Ishtahar wrote:

That's only happened to me once. It was... oh gods... almost 20 years ago. I can remember part of the message now

The key is love but the lock is rusted with blood.

It made perfect sense when I was saying it. I was frustrated because it was really obvious. No so once I stopped speaking

Oh I remember that one so well!

Az