[Machinamentum]

Let me take some time to tell you about a true (sober) experience I had about 4 years ago.

This is a true event, of one of the most profound dreams I’ve had, so profound that it really couldn’t have been a dream. I’ve had lots of craziness surround my life. I’ve come out of dreams that have made me jump out of bed thinking that I can fly, only to find myself face first on the carpet of my bedroom floor. No, this dream, was by far, way different.

I went to take a nap in my bed around noon, to get some rest before work. Outside was a slightly cloudy summer day, with a cool breeze coming in through the window, then suddenly I wake up out of bed. I look over to the window, It feels like it’s about 2:30pm. I hear some commotion outside, life seems still. I get out of bed walk over to my window with the black sheer curtains blowing in the wind, looking down two stories from my apartment bedroom window to find a herd of people walking in an emotionless-soulless uniform manner. What and the hell can this be? I look over in the direction that everyone is heading and I see a large ship a mile or so in the distance. So I freak out, running for my shoes I dart outside. I can see thousands of people walking south towards the craft, nobody is responding to my presence. I look off to the ship and start running towards it. I’m thinking to myself that there was a harvest of some kind and somehow I wasn’t affected by the mass mind control that was guiding everyone. A fear of mine is getting left behind. So I went with my gut and followed the mass herd of people to the ship.

When I approached the ship I could see a large ramp that the people were marching up in a drone like sense. So I run up the ramp, running past people into a large cargo type room with hundreds of thousands of people standing in blocks of what appeared to be two thousand people or so. All of a sudden I know where right to run to, so I do. Over by the wall about 50 yards into the ship, I find a dark hallway. Soon as I step foot into the hallway a typical “gray” alien face appears right in front of me. Then BAM I wake up, look over to the window and it looks and feels the same as it did in the dream (if that was a dream), curtains blowing and all, seemed real so I was confused and sweating. I run over to the window and everything is the same except for the lack of zombie humans walking outside my window. Then the face appeared in the back of my mind and knowledge was slowly being adapted or assimilated to memory. All of a sudden I knew a little of what It had said to me. That will remain personal for the moment. But all I can say for now is that my paradigm of life had been upgraded. My mission was clear again.

As time passes on, things or encounters will cause a blossoming of imparted knowledge from experiences, always having that memory of the incident popping up, and then subconscious knowledge becomes wisdom. I’ve had many other experiences with telepathy, with living humans, dead humans, ET and beings that are hard to put into words. So I know when I’m receiving input, and in that dream I received a gift.

I’m bringing this up now only because of my discovery of the Phoenix Journals and some posts from Viking. The posts where from the Phoenix Journals and was talking about evacuation of the planet. That put some shivers down my spine. Figured this would be a good experience to mention.