3.1.2012. I wasn't in my body. I wasn't Daesha. I was a witness but also in training with a bunch of other novices. We were mixed gender in a large ballroom/mansion. Lots of gold and maroon. Large old tapestries on the walls. Ornate. Shiny. Grand. Rich. Exotic. There was an Asian theme to everything. I felt old China. Thailand. Bali. Japan. A mix. Samurai warriors. Geisha's. Japanese peasants. Balinese Temple Dancers. Shaolin.
There is dim amber glow. Wall torches. There is a large smooth floor/"chess"board where all the action is happening. It looks like a chess board but the game is really not chess. It is alternating squares of black and white. We are watching the Asian people in old wardrobe do this dance. It was old. They felt like people from the past. Not ghosts but seeing into a different time dimension.
The object of the game is to catch the ladies. They move like queens on a chess board. The women work together. They have wooden Japanese sandals on . They are dressed up in white cloth pants/blouse and blue linen sashes around their waist. They aren't all uniform though. There is a lot of variance to the wardrobe. They have a little fire orb they hold between 2 wooden long sticks. They use these to distract the men. They make cracking noises as they bang the sticks together as they shuffle stealthily across the floor. Its very dancey and complicated. Strategic. Ritualized. Old.
The men try to corner a woman but the women work together to distract the men and protect each other and when they steal a spot or pathway and make it through the crowding hovering men , to the other side , they get points/power.
The game was just a game however.
The people were shape shifting from humanoids to different creatures while playing the game.
I was seeing a male guardian figure outside of the game . He was of the court/palace/temple. Who I saw was really a large white warrior gorilla. He was all white and feathered in a way to remind me of the bird, but of the rainbow serpent, the tribe of the feathered rainbow beings. His eyes were large powerfull gorilla eyes with faint pastel rainbows in his iris:) An aquamarine color added with his white feathers and softened his power and wrath a little bit. My third eye was wide. I could see the past imprints on these people as well as their true spirit identities beyond their human forms.
On the periphery watching the game I sat (when I wasn't viewing things omnidirectional)
and there...
were a group of young men. Boisterously coming in (from some initiatory rite) to us women sitting down and watching "the mating game". One boy/man who was very attractive and desirable to the females was playing hot and cold with his gf. Then he comes and sits by me and I am very uncomfortable because he is trying to hurt her and create jealousy. I know he isn't really into me, he's pretending. I shift away from him just to show him and his friends how uncomfortable I was with his wishy whashy boyish behavior. The girl is an old friend from elementary school. I told the boy to grow up. He said they liked to play that hot and cold game with each other. It made me disturbed just watching them interact. Deep down it made her sad to have him be a yoyo with his interest in her. It was a game . They both knew it but were settled into it. They had love. They were just immature and new at this "game".
I asked him why he got power from this back and forth (playing hard to get) energy.
He said he always picked lost girls who were allowing him to be an immature asshole basically. I said who are u to grab lost women? As I said this I was hearing in my thoughts "captain save-a-ho" he said he was a captain save a ho , as I thought this.
I chuckled at this and the synchronistic thoughts we shared as my alarm clock went off at 6:45 am.
