Casey Claar
6th May 2024, 00:19
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Prologue
There is an energy working itself up on me lately.
It has me wondering about my past, not just as a person but as a Soul- as a result I have felt increasingly curious of and at my Ancestral lineage and my pathway to being here now in the Earth life. The Feline species ( and races ) are first to rear their head at my new inquiry. At the same time, increasingly I am feeling to return to a more formal practice. Meditating twice daily, fasting each SUNday. In the evening meditation prior to bed, prior to concluding the practice I am spending time connecting inwardly with my Group—letting them know what I am most interested in becoming more clear on and asking what I need to do to accommodate the clarity. What befuddles me most is why the vocal ( trance ) channeling does not just begin. I spend some time last night speaking with them on this subject -myself doing most all the speaking. I affirm again that from my own point of perspective I feel I am ready for more clear and steady conscious contact. The kind that stays with me in the same way that the activity of my days do. Lately I am getting pinged by a certain reminiscence of a repeating dream I had throughout my early life, prior to entering my 30s. I have a question about this which you will read in the log below. It is in reference to a gateway I frequented, and where it is I would go when I entered it. The experience I would have would carry me in my conscious state right up to the gateway, but not through it. Imagine my surprise and downright delight when ALL of this is addressed this very evening.
May 5, 2024
After waking briefly at dawn to use the bathroom I feel good for a wake-back-to-bed. It is lightly raining outside. I close my window and the bedroom door to help keep the room as insulated from outside sound as possible. I lay myself down, take George ( my clear quart healer ) into my hands and close my eyes. I am easily already in the inner fields and send of a “hello” to everyone. I ask for contact, affirming again that I feel I am ready -ready to get past an altogether familiar hurdle. Whatever level of conscious contact my Group feels I am ready for—I am opening to. As I am shifting inward I begin to feel the little ‘stings’ of the energy shifting, and of the contact I have requested- I remind myself to quickly acclimate to the changes, be calm and breathe ( although breathing at this point is no longer necessary ). I move through this process twice, repeating three times the words “highest light greatest good”. Then…..from within a very deep state I begin to see myself being led forward by two beings who look much alike.
A certain recognition is near immediate. The one directly in front and facing me looks like Chiyo, who has come through the crystal—the backdrop being just like this moment, of a blue sky filled with clouds and colorful orbs. This looks like a more grown up ( and even more human ), more accurate and true to life representation but it is him. These beings are white skinned with jet black hair ( worn in a George Norey style with the bang swept sideways across the brow ). They are dressed neck down in a white material. They appear to have no feet, we are floating through the air and the bottom of the material just comes to a wisp -somewhat ghostly, only these are no ghosts, these are legitimate beings. They are linked to the air element and their purpose may be to guide over the newly departed. The feeling and impression is that Chiyo, the being facing me has his arms and hands slightly extended out toward me, as if gesturing me to come. Mine are extended in a like fashion toward him though our hands do not actually meet. I am moving in a forward direction facing him and endeavoring to remain as consciously alert to him as I can.
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Youthful caricature of Chiyo
The next thing I know—I am back inside my room and am waking.
Did the experience just end there? I wonder.
It could not have. While I think to myself we must be taking the day off I am synchronously recalling what else I have told my Group I am interested in knowing. It is the repeating dream I had in childhood that stopped, or that I do not recall happening after exiting my 20s.
In this dream I walk myself to a neighborhood park, Sunset park, in Las Vegas. I go to a very precise area in the park where I know there is a doorway in the ground. I open it, walk down a few steps, turn to close the door behind me then continue into the little earthen alcove that is here. Inside the alcove there is second door in the ground. When I view this experience from outside the event itself I see there is a little wooden chair that sits here to left of the door in the ground, and that it is occupied by an elder male *though I cannot say that I see this when in the actual experience. I open the second door, like someone who knows exactly what they are doing and where they are going ( and indeed as a child in this particular state of consciousness I do ) and I go through. This is where what I am conscious of comes to end. Until returning from where it is I have gone, and I re-enter the alcove door, I am aware again. I am also happy to the point of it nearly being bliss. There is a softness in my heart, a lightness in my step, a softly emanating joy that envelops me. I close the alcove door behind me, walk through the little alcove, up the steps, out the door that leads back into the park and make my way back home -to my bed -where I wake. For what may be obvious reason this is my most beloved dreamtime experience of this current lifetime.
What I am wanting to know now is where I went every time I stepped through that second door. In the same way that in this moment, relative to today and in reference to this morning, between Chiyo and reawakening I am genuinely asking,
“Where was I?”
[ It would seem my Group has worked both questions into the same answer ]
As I lay here, quite awake but near enough to the verge, without realizing, in less than an instant I seamlessly re-synch with the whole event.
It is the deep emotion that first captures me—the most exquisite, excruciating amalgamation of happiness-joy and pain. It is so thoroughly permeating me center to circumference it seems all that I am. The depth at which I am feeling is so wonderful that it hurts. And so wonder-filled that it heals. I will tell you why. I am being reunited with departed loved ones, with my ancestors and Soul ancestry. I will never be able to do the experience of this justice with words but I have just laid the foundation of it which is this deep, exquisite and excruciating amalgamation of emotion—happiness and pain. Within it I am first with my dad, my brother, Roger, his look-a-like is also here and they are cooking, getting ready to have a bite to eat. The joy and pain I am experiencing gives me no stomach to join them but I am here, almost immovable for some time as I experience the emotion and move through within myself what I am. I am approached several times. Once by my brother, once by others who are invisibly here.
The latter of the two, a female, gets me up and moving around. I might seem to be on the back patio of my brother, Derrick’s, house walking back and forth upon it with my hand held out. There is something small and brown in the palm of my hand ( my right hand ). I do not know what this is, — but it is shifting me to my Charlie ( who in my lifetime is a chocolate brown chihuahua ) and as it does I am also, in another area describing this mixture of emotion I am experiencing to the female friend here with me who does not know what this is. I am explaining it as exactly what I am experiencing, a reunion with those lost, who are greatly loved. In the new scene I am with Charlie, who is now a turtle! He is wanting to dig his way out of an enclosure Roger has put him in. He is also covered in something resembling tomato soup. I tell Roger to just let him do this. He quickly digs his way free and once to the outside of the enclosure I pick him up and hold him in my arms. The theme of getting something to eat is still playing and I want to be sure Charlie is fed. The connection and love passing through us to one another is so complete it is without further need but in it we are still playing with the other ideas. Going to the store, buying some food, bringing it back and while sitting upright together outside by a tree getting it ready. Charlie turtle!.. he is as adorable as a turtle as he is as a dog. I am shifting from here, leaving a portion of myself in place >>
What an absolutely stunning new scene — Summerland!
From a low rolling hill at its entrance I see a large pool filled with children playing that is surrounded by green, green grass. There is a young boy ( approx. 14 ) and girl ( approx. 11 ) who are beckoning me in. Could this really be Pema and her brother, Noam? It feels like it may be. Note: I had just made a comment yesterday about entangling with Pema who is some kind of Wonder girl, athletically, who utilizes oxygen in her body in an off the scale way. Down at the pool there is a large, maybe 20 foot golden elk(?) standing just to the pool’s edge. He is translucent, I can see through him. He is not an apparition, he is real, he is just of a different light than the children who are playing in the pool. He belongs with-and-to one of the children, a young boy, who is showing the other children how he can bounce off him back into the pool. The young boy knows the elk is there but it is ( possible it is ) invisible to the rest. As Pema and Noam run down to the pool a black stallion is being thrown from it ( it is all play and divinely timed ). It comes to its feet and begins rounding upward along the path that Noam is taking down. The two come face to face. When they do, the horse instantly recognizes him and puts out his two hoofs in a gesture that is common to them from another life together. This is where humans and their animal totems reunite ( ! ). Noam is taking the hoofs in his hands as I seamlessly synch back with my room.
***
Notes: It would seem I now have an idea of where I was going as a child, and the purpose for this. It is equally surprising to me that the conscious contact ( and channeling ) my Group deems me ready for is with the departed *rather than galactics. I had honestly never even considered this. But it is perhaps why I am newly interested in learning my Ancestral history. And it is even, very likely a gateway IN to the galactics. I have this in mind now. Let’s see where it leads.
I will further note that “GOLDEN” continues to be a theme.
Prologue
There is an energy working itself up on me lately.
It has me wondering about my past, not just as a person but as a Soul- as a result I have felt increasingly curious of and at my Ancestral lineage and my pathway to being here now in the Earth life. The Feline species ( and races ) are first to rear their head at my new inquiry. At the same time, increasingly I am feeling to return to a more formal practice. Meditating twice daily, fasting each SUNday. In the evening meditation prior to bed, prior to concluding the practice I am spending time connecting inwardly with my Group—letting them know what I am most interested in becoming more clear on and asking what I need to do to accommodate the clarity. What befuddles me most is why the vocal ( trance ) channeling does not just begin. I spend some time last night speaking with them on this subject -myself doing most all the speaking. I affirm again that from my own point of perspective I feel I am ready for more clear and steady conscious contact. The kind that stays with me in the same way that the activity of my days do. Lately I am getting pinged by a certain reminiscence of a repeating dream I had throughout my early life, prior to entering my 30s. I have a question about this which you will read in the log below. It is in reference to a gateway I frequented, and where it is I would go when I entered it. The experience I would have would carry me in my conscious state right up to the gateway, but not through it. Imagine my surprise and downright delight when ALL of this is addressed this very evening.
May 5, 2024
After waking briefly at dawn to use the bathroom I feel good for a wake-back-to-bed. It is lightly raining outside. I close my window and the bedroom door to help keep the room as insulated from outside sound as possible. I lay myself down, take George ( my clear quart healer ) into my hands and close my eyes. I am easily already in the inner fields and send of a “hello” to everyone. I ask for contact, affirming again that I feel I am ready -ready to get past an altogether familiar hurdle. Whatever level of conscious contact my Group feels I am ready for—I am opening to. As I am shifting inward I begin to feel the little ‘stings’ of the energy shifting, and of the contact I have requested- I remind myself to quickly acclimate to the changes, be calm and breathe ( although breathing at this point is no longer necessary ). I move through this process twice, repeating three times the words “highest light greatest good”. Then…..from within a very deep state I begin to see myself being led forward by two beings who look much alike.
A certain recognition is near immediate. The one directly in front and facing me looks like Chiyo, who has come through the crystal—the backdrop being just like this moment, of a blue sky filled with clouds and colorful orbs. This looks like a more grown up ( and even more human ), more accurate and true to life representation but it is him. These beings are white skinned with jet black hair ( worn in a George Norey style with the bang swept sideways across the brow ). They are dressed neck down in a white material. They appear to have no feet, we are floating through the air and the bottom of the material just comes to a wisp -somewhat ghostly, only these are no ghosts, these are legitimate beings. They are linked to the air element and their purpose may be to guide over the newly departed. The feeling and impression is that Chiyo, the being facing me has his arms and hands slightly extended out toward me, as if gesturing me to come. Mine are extended in a like fashion toward him though our hands do not actually meet. I am moving in a forward direction facing him and endeavoring to remain as consciously alert to him as I can.
https://consciousnessexplorationblog.files.wordpress.com/2024/05/screen-shot-2020-06-18-at-10.39.23-pm.jpeg?w=400
Youthful caricature of Chiyo
The next thing I know—I am back inside my room and am waking.
Did the experience just end there? I wonder.
It could not have. While I think to myself we must be taking the day off I am synchronously recalling what else I have told my Group I am interested in knowing. It is the repeating dream I had in childhood that stopped, or that I do not recall happening after exiting my 20s.
In this dream I walk myself to a neighborhood park, Sunset park, in Las Vegas. I go to a very precise area in the park where I know there is a doorway in the ground. I open it, walk down a few steps, turn to close the door behind me then continue into the little earthen alcove that is here. Inside the alcove there is second door in the ground. When I view this experience from outside the event itself I see there is a little wooden chair that sits here to left of the door in the ground, and that it is occupied by an elder male *though I cannot say that I see this when in the actual experience. I open the second door, like someone who knows exactly what they are doing and where they are going ( and indeed as a child in this particular state of consciousness I do ) and I go through. This is where what I am conscious of comes to end. Until returning from where it is I have gone, and I re-enter the alcove door, I am aware again. I am also happy to the point of it nearly being bliss. There is a softness in my heart, a lightness in my step, a softly emanating joy that envelops me. I close the alcove door behind me, walk through the little alcove, up the steps, out the door that leads back into the park and make my way back home -to my bed -where I wake. For what may be obvious reason this is my most beloved dreamtime experience of this current lifetime.
What I am wanting to know now is where I went every time I stepped through that second door. In the same way that in this moment, relative to today and in reference to this morning, between Chiyo and reawakening I am genuinely asking,
“Where was I?”
[ It would seem my Group has worked both questions into the same answer ]
As I lay here, quite awake but near enough to the verge, without realizing, in less than an instant I seamlessly re-synch with the whole event.
It is the deep emotion that first captures me—the most exquisite, excruciating amalgamation of happiness-joy and pain. It is so thoroughly permeating me center to circumference it seems all that I am. The depth at which I am feeling is so wonderful that it hurts. And so wonder-filled that it heals. I will tell you why. I am being reunited with departed loved ones, with my ancestors and Soul ancestry. I will never be able to do the experience of this justice with words but I have just laid the foundation of it which is this deep, exquisite and excruciating amalgamation of emotion—happiness and pain. Within it I am first with my dad, my brother, Roger, his look-a-like is also here and they are cooking, getting ready to have a bite to eat. The joy and pain I am experiencing gives me no stomach to join them but I am here, almost immovable for some time as I experience the emotion and move through within myself what I am. I am approached several times. Once by my brother, once by others who are invisibly here.
The latter of the two, a female, gets me up and moving around. I might seem to be on the back patio of my brother, Derrick’s, house walking back and forth upon it with my hand held out. There is something small and brown in the palm of my hand ( my right hand ). I do not know what this is, — but it is shifting me to my Charlie ( who in my lifetime is a chocolate brown chihuahua ) and as it does I am also, in another area describing this mixture of emotion I am experiencing to the female friend here with me who does not know what this is. I am explaining it as exactly what I am experiencing, a reunion with those lost, who are greatly loved. In the new scene I am with Charlie, who is now a turtle! He is wanting to dig his way out of an enclosure Roger has put him in. He is also covered in something resembling tomato soup. I tell Roger to just let him do this. He quickly digs his way free and once to the outside of the enclosure I pick him up and hold him in my arms. The theme of getting something to eat is still playing and I want to be sure Charlie is fed. The connection and love passing through us to one another is so complete it is without further need but in it we are still playing with the other ideas. Going to the store, buying some food, bringing it back and while sitting upright together outside by a tree getting it ready. Charlie turtle!.. he is as adorable as a turtle as he is as a dog. I am shifting from here, leaving a portion of myself in place >>
What an absolutely stunning new scene — Summerland!
From a low rolling hill at its entrance I see a large pool filled with children playing that is surrounded by green, green grass. There is a young boy ( approx. 14 ) and girl ( approx. 11 ) who are beckoning me in. Could this really be Pema and her brother, Noam? It feels like it may be. Note: I had just made a comment yesterday about entangling with Pema who is some kind of Wonder girl, athletically, who utilizes oxygen in her body in an off the scale way. Down at the pool there is a large, maybe 20 foot golden elk(?) standing just to the pool’s edge. He is translucent, I can see through him. He is not an apparition, he is real, he is just of a different light than the children who are playing in the pool. He belongs with-and-to one of the children, a young boy, who is showing the other children how he can bounce off him back into the pool. The young boy knows the elk is there but it is ( possible it is ) invisible to the rest. As Pema and Noam run down to the pool a black stallion is being thrown from it ( it is all play and divinely timed ). It comes to its feet and begins rounding upward along the path that Noam is taking down. The two come face to face. When they do, the horse instantly recognizes him and puts out his two hoofs in a gesture that is common to them from another life together. This is where humans and their animal totems reunite ( ! ). Noam is taking the hoofs in his hands as I seamlessly synch back with my room.
***
Notes: It would seem I now have an idea of where I was going as a child, and the purpose for this. It is equally surprising to me that the conscious contact ( and channeling ) my Group deems me ready for is with the departed *rather than galactics. I had honestly never even considered this. But it is perhaps why I am newly interested in learning my Ancestral history. And it is even, very likely a gateway IN to the galactics. I have this in mind now. Let’s see where it leads.
I will further note that “GOLDEN” continues to be a theme.