The Epic Misalignments die here

Lilith saved this situation, she said in my head: “men behave like dogs.”

So there it befalls again.
He says, “Is this a thing that happens to you?”
– apparently it is.
“is this a pattern?”
– apparently it is..

My mind was open to a new way of looking at it. It’s me. It’s not the matrix. It’s not men are not from Venus [although Torus is].
I think I saw this ‘misunderstandment rift in spacetime’ as a Karmic element I need to work myself on.

The long-gained acceptance to this phenomenon taught me to let go and believe both persons are right, and none is wrong, but not because people are different, or because our perspectives are personally different, that we hear and see differently and independently from each other. No; this is not it.

There is a rift, in spacetime, where each of us are in different dimensional timelines. Different. What I say or how I explain will not resolve the misunderstanding. There is no misunderstanding. There is instead a misalignment. Two different contexts in dialogue. It’s not gonna work unless the alignment is Divine, cause then the contextual meaning from both is mathematically aligned hence words are understood clearly but on another level. Harmonious alignment, and disallighnemnt.

I had to stop and pause reality. I told him I need to be alone and think, after declaring to him the ‘matrix is broken’.
“The nature of reality itself”, says Mishlove in the back-playing video. I sat on his couch, same as my couch at home, and started to think about how I feel.
I cannot and won’t pretend. It is not an option. I am unhappy that he is not touching me like I love him. I honour this need and ask anyone in the universe listening, ‘what shall I do?’.
Lilith, came to me immediately like a part of myself longing to stay with me forever. She saved the situation clearly saying “men are bitches.”
Treat them like the loyal dogs they are.
Lucene, his husky shepherd, lying loyally in her prison balcony day after day. Her joy to follow his command and kneel for her reward. A treat, to love him even more. To live like this forevermore.
I ended up resolving this near-death relationship damning repetitive problem in a mere cigarette-long moment.
Treat HZ as simply as that.
Give him the order, the command, tell him in imperative form. Touch me here, now, like this, don’t stop. Love me.

How seemingly utter nonsense forces me to make or break a relationship is obvious, but not as much as me simply telling him “I feel unhappy”.
Just fucken imagine what stream of information his 5 senses are receiving from a statement like this. Is it the martian atmosphere that makes “men’s brain not work” when one sentence negates another. Can they not see the bloody tapestry of established code?
I love you, I am the happiest, you are what I want and more evaporates. And here comes in yet another misaligning misunderstandment.
Thank god I have been through this all my life, or fuck this shit why the hell is this happening, but; I see through alot now. I stay OBJECTIVE. There is absolutely no need to say one word as it will pull us down with it into an abyss of “lower frequency”.

P.S: the new style of quoted phrases refer to background audio, cosmic confirmations and/or helping me with the words I need to write down.
If I could just use the universe like google. Have my neurons establish a clear and permanent connection with Akasha. Freedom. But that’s another story.

“But that is terribly unromantic”, I say to him after I tell him it’s resolved, I know what to do, tell you and not expect.
The rest of the night and morning were wonderful. And I didn’t need to tell him anything.
I thanked him for that before we went to sleep, and at the door in the morning as we were leaving his place.

A fluke? A new way? Did I pass the test, miss Karma? I don’t even care.
Taking one event at a time is great. And I feel peaceful, and I’m feeling good.