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    Default Dreams : Dream Data : Logging Dreams Daily : How to Work with your Dreams




    I began logging my dreams daily back in 2019. It was just going to be for a year, a consciousness experiment, 365 days of consecutive dreams ( PDF ), just to see if I actually was able to bring data back from the fields daily. It was surprisingly easier than I had first thought, requiring focus and discipline, yet relatively effortless for the most part at this point in my journey. I learned so much from the year’s worth of logs that I naturally, automatically fell into continuing my reports. I continue to log daily ( or near daily ) here at the close of 2022. The logs can be found in the group daily dream log on our forum board. We are, encouragingly, currently on page 144.

    This past month of November seems to have really kicked up in activity. Tests, lessons, contact, body examinations, the ancient past and future probabilities. I feel like I need to keep the momentum going because it seems a new level of awareness, and service is coming into play. I have a question I have been asking. I rather unexpectedly, one day genuinely began wondering. Who woke me up in 2009, and why?

    The following will be some of the more critical data that
    has come through this query


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    Note: There is an important Author’s note about dreaming and dream logging, following my own logs at the close of this article that I hope is of some help to you.

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    November 30, 2022

    On the table. My body is being used to help others

    The past few night’s sleep have been really rough.

    I am up on the craft again tonight. My body is being used to help filter a black tar-like substance out of 6 people’s blood. One of them is Robyn. I am so happy to see her. Behind the scenes I am being told how it is the black tar filters through my system without getting stuck. I don’t retain any of this but know it has to do with the Kundalini. Down below there inside the scene(s) I am standing with Robyn in front of a large white refrigerator. I am working to move it a bit and when I do the smell that is produced is horrendous. In one of the other areas—

    It is night. I am looking for and have found another of the men. He is sitting outside in his car passed out. He is sleeping but also there is the idea that he has been drinking. I am doing all the work for the two of us, having gone into the building the car is parked in front of, a nice restaurant, I am gathering up all our things from one of the wooden tables, coats, purse, hats, gloves, etc.. but they are so heavy and my right arm is so weak from pain. I scoop the items up but then drop them. Others around me stand as though to help as I make another attempt to gather the items into my arms and at the same time begin to wake. It is energetically painful to do so and I let out a loud groan as I pull myself from the one area to the other and roll myself onto my other side.—physical exhaustion being the only thing I feel. It has been like the last few nights in a row.



    November 29, 2022

    Inside an examination on one of the craft

    I am in a place that is mostly mine, but also I feel that it is Someone Else’s and I am merely the caretaker of it. There is an item here that is of great value. It is represented as a clear glass vehicle that is stuffed full of folded cash. An hispanic woman works her way into the space, back into the area where this is hidden. I can tell it is her principal aim. I stop her just short of it and begin telling her she is no longer welcome here and can leave now. I am energetically and bodily walking her back toward the front door and out of my space. As I do, I find the two of us face to face, so close as to be nose to nose. From this vantage her appearance shifts more toward her ET form. I note this only for a moment and then she is gone. Not long after, an hispanic male comes in looking for her, but also looking for the same item of value that is hidden here.

    He is as attractive as the woman is beautiful. I stop him short, just inside the door, telling him the woman is not here and he can just leave now. The two truly are in love, and truly have been separated. I help them find one another again, telling the man he knows where the woman is. I ask him “where would she go? where would she go to immerse herself in the memory of you? this is all she truly wants to do.” We all find ourselves in an outdoor setting, a park-like environment near a tree. The woman is sitting on a half wall built around the tree, that extends off to the right and left of it for some distance. The man is sitting not far from her and there are others sitting about enjoying the day here as well. I point out to the man that she is just there, but he is distraught. As is she, even more-so. I call to her that he is here, and after a time or two, like a blind woman who can barely see through her tears her heart alights and she follows my voice over to him where they reunite. I shift back over to my space.

    There is now another man who is here ( if I can call him a man ). He is caucasian, bald with a tuft of bright orange hair standing up at the front of the forehead and he has no eyes. The eyes are literally drawn on, wide to the very outsides of the face. I am still in my space, the valuable item is still here, but more and more I am sensing I am not really here but rather on a craft ( with the ETs ). This man, too, is after the valuable item. There is nowhere here that I can really hide it. He is sitting upright on a bed in one of the rooms. I get the idea we are not even in the same room but as I can see inside the whole structure all at once I am aware of him, as he is also aware of me. We are talking, he is doing most of the talking, but as is common I do not make it back with these details. Only the general sense, feeling and direction of it.

    As we talk I am becoming more trusting of him but I am at the same time leery. The trust is shown by me using the bathroom to pee with the door wide open. He has/had no real eyes so the sense was that he couldn’t see. But as we talk, he is growing more human in his appearance and his eyes are becoming more real. I am beginning to suspect that he can see as I, for a second time am using a commode to pee, this time right here in the room with him. Mhm. Urine samples are being taken. I look into the commode to see the urine is a dark, sludgy brown color. I have the state of mind to reach into the behind-the-scenes area where someone is telling me not to worry, they are just looking into my state of health and what is going on in my body. I do know there is something going on in my body so I resignedly, yet also appreciatively consent.

    I go back into the scene and
    at the same time
    wake.

    * * *

    Note: the valuable item in this experience is my body, a vehicle/car = the body,
    the cash inside = DNA, possibly cleared neural pathways and more.



    November 28, 2022

    A possible message for Rajesh, how the [ – ] are getting in

    I wake exhausted from my dream state being given the name Rajesh. I ask if what I have just been dreaming is about him and am emphatically told YES. I try to reach in for the data but my energy stores are just too low. I decide to go in again, specifically for any message trying to get through to Rajesh. When I come alert,—

    I am with my sister, Sandy, who is deceased, and my Mom. There is an extra apartment they have acquired but it is sitting empty until they rent it out. Although I don’t really need it, I am able to do all I need here where I am in the group structure, I am trying to think of some reason I may be able to go there on my own for a week. Mom and I are walking Sandy out to her car. It is night. She says we are welcome to come with her. Mom doesn’t want to and has already headed back inside. I am asking Sandy where she is going. I have to loudly call out her name many times before she hears me. Once she does, she says she is going to the bank, ( somewhere else ) and then to Chick-filet. I think flatly to myself “Oh…” yeah I don’t think I want to go to any of those places either. I begin walking back toward the house.

    On the way I pass my car, my old car, Goldie. I notice she has multiple windows cracked down about an inch. As I open the driver’s side door and reach in to roll them up I see that one of the rear windows is rolled all the way down. How did this happen? I would never do this, I think to myself. In the process of getting all the windows rolled up a waft of smoke enters from the far rear. I close the car, realizing there are others afoot, positioning themselves to surround me now. It is a gang of 3 men and 1 woman. It is clear to me they are no good, menacing but low-life kind of thugs who are doing the footwork here for someone else. They are herding me back toward the house as I ensure many times, as under their radar as I can that my car is locked and secure. One of the men bumps into me hard as we are approaching a metal stairway. He does this to demean me, to show me where I am in the pecking order, ie: behind him, and gives me an intentionally fake apology for having done so.

    When I get inside there is a battle going on. The family is being told by one of its own members who will fight and who will not. It is the more father-like figure who is wanting to handle the great bulk of all this and is telling the others to secure themselves. The man the thugs ( who herded me here ) answer to is inside. He is played by the actor Dick Van Dyke ( note: also Dutch, like my family ). He has pulled out a large Reptilian hand and like a glove placed it over his own. He is calling on negative ET assistance and a high amount of electric energy is flowing into him from somewhere. He is saying something about type 2 beings, claiming his own negative beingness as type 1 and the rest of us – this family he is after – as type 2.. he is telling us the problem with us type 2s, why it is we will always lose in a fight. He has a frequency device that is being set in a way in which to mesmerize all but one person in the family, who the others, themselves, either through neglect or outright action, will kill.



    November 26, 2022

    Sandy, space mission, alchemical world, deep mind probe

    My sister, Sandy, is taking a space mission.

    I try to convince her not to take it. She has a handicap, for one, and it has a 100% failure rate in the two missions that have taken place prior. I see some kind of globulous space plant. (scene shift). Humans are becoming various animals. Animals are turning into much larger animals. I see two large black dogs, or wolves in particular. They are on their way to something, walking into the forrest. There is a dark Master approaching from the other side of where I am standing. Two large trees are between us. I lay low at the roots as he passes but he detects me. (scene shift)

    I am working with a family. One of the members is going to do a program that looks deeply into and develops a particular capacity of the mind. She tells me I should join her. I don’t know how I would do this as I am not family. I am here working. She insists, though. She begins arranging something between some elder women. It is happening. We are being brought the piece of paper, the approval slip or pass to get in. It is passed from one elder to the next until the two walking toward us have almost arrived at me. Rather than hand it to me, though, they simply saunter by. I think to myself “no?.. you are not going to give it me?” I don’t understand. In the very next moment my alarm goes off and I myself shift away, right back toward physical space.

    They must have seen I was already on my way.


    November 24, 2022

    Crystals

    There are crystals all down around my feet.

    I am looking at them all, wondering how this could have happened and thinking someone’s necklace must have broken.—even though these crystals are too large to have been strung into a necklace. They are all extremely clear, high quality quartz crystal. My heart is stunned, I just feel so fortunate to have come across this and begin picking them up one by one. Others are held away from them, and from me as I do this. I am beginning to enter a secondary scene. I am simply walking with what I ( consciously, from behind the scene ) feel is a wand-like crystal point. It is roughly 9 inches in length, a dim grey-blue-purple in color and “Vogel”-like cut. It has so many cuts that I cannot count them all but it must be something like 24-32 and on a crystal that is no more than 1.5 inches in diameter this is not only impressive but truly stunning. I cannot see who I am but I can feel the crystal in my hand. At first I feel it has been handed to me to charge up, but later glean it could have been the other way round; the crystal was charging me.



    November 22, 2022

    The ancient past, crystals

    Large cluster of activity: cavernous dwelling, food that I have left it outside the entrance, a female someone throws it out. It is in a white paper bag. I retrieve it, bring it inside to eat but there is a lion in here. A girl leashes the lion and takes him out for a walk. I reach in the bag, past some overturned rice for another object that is inside. There begins to be other detectable movement in the room but I do not have my glasses to see well enough what it is. I find some glass but it is thick and not very clear. After struggling with it for awhile I find a momentary focus enough to see it is two ancient hyenas pacing back and forth. It surprises me they have not come after me or my food yet, they are just pacing back and forth. I step outside. [ there is a large section of activity here that has fragmented and I can no longer easily access ]. I see myself in a cave, picking a raw crystal up out of the dirt. I am saying something about it to another female who is here. I detect one more of these crystals laying exposed, fully up out of the ground.

    A low, deep growl
    a quick, surprising jerk of the head to the left. — and I am back.



    November 21, 2022

    Mom, funny dragon thing, told of a neuropathy in my body

    I recall a long scene with my Mom but not the details.

    I recall, following a long period of deep, intense internal work a moment of comic relief. An extremely long, beautifully colorful, two-toned ( artificial ) snake ( or snake-like dragon ) a woman surprises another woman with. I find it so funny that I want to see it done again. It not just funny, I am beginning to glean something.

    Neuropathy, I am being told of this in the dream. I am conscious enough to reach through to the physical where I test what I am being told by touching the tip of my right toe with my left toe and sure enough there is a loss of sensation. The top 1/5 of my big toe is numb/asleep, there is roughly a 60% loss of sensation. Note: this is still true all these hours later in the day. ( goodness, always something ). Now this. I will have to keep a closer eye on what is happening, and the effect job stress is having on my body. I am in great body pain again coming off my work days. It is a level of pain that has me feeling near to throwing up. Why so much pain? I don’t know.



    November 19, 2022

    Lesson: Doing other people’s job for them

    Large metal staples outside a large building, I see them and begin sweeping them up. I go inside and find a guy who works here. I ask him to help and he tells me he is quitting in a week. I take this to mean he will not help. A woman asks me if I will mix a large vat of beef tallow. I find it humorous that she is asking someone who is essentially a fruitarian to do this job ( but yes I will help ). Then I am walking, trying to find my way back from where I came. As I first go outside I see all the large metal staples have been swept up and even more has been done. The whole area looks pristine, really great. I am not able to find my way back. I ask for help. This brings me into yet another building. Inside is a woman who helps keep the place. I pick up one of her towels to wipe down a glass and she tells me she would never do something like that. I guess the towel had been used for something else and I have just ‘dual-purposed’ it. Another long night of walking. Outside. Shifting into and out of buildings. Working.



    November 17, 2022

    Lesson: Right, Due diligence

    It is an interesting night. As I am laying here, around 10pm I begin to be so tired that I cannot keep my eyes open. Rather than push through, as I sometimes do, I consent to call it a night. Throughout the evening, each time the brainwaves pass through beta I briefly alert to what it is I am dreaming. This makes for quite a long night. 90 minutes in real time spans far longer in dream time. Being aware of these longer spans ( of time within time ) every 90 minutes, no matter how briefly has a transfer value effect that the body does experience. It has other transfer effects as well but I won’t go into this now. Just to say I am in a unique state as I type this.

    In the first scene of the night ( and there are others behind this, but in front of me ) I am in a university level class room. Students fill the stadium; the tiered semi-circle seating around the teacher’s platform. The teacher about to teach this class is Angela Lansbury, she is walking from stage left to the center of the platform and stops in front of a female teacher’s aide. She begins asking the girl a series of ( inappropriate ) questions relative to her Covid and vaccination status. I am having a huge problem with this. I have such respect for this person, this teacher, ( Angela ), and I almost can’t believe what I see and hear happening over there.

    My energy is beginning to cause an uproar in the room. I see many of the other students have been feeling the same way but previously staying quiet. There is nothing in me that can stay quiet, I, myself being in such a schism. The stadium is beginning to ask questions and the platform answering them. Angela is saying how she is made to do this by the University, it is not her idea. This at least makes me feel partially better, a moment ago it seemed she would not consider working, with others around who would not wear a mask or had not been injected.

    Angela now moves into the background and a male student aide, ethnic, attractive, dark skin, black hair sits at the front ( stage ) right area of the platform and addresses my input. He is however skewing everything I say to make me seem ignorant and ‘anti’. I have no problem confronting his errors and correcting him for the class to hear. I know now this whole set-up is a farce and agenda driven. I am telling the other students that if they feel the same way we must each and all do our due diligence and get up and leave.—not participate.



    November 15, 2022

    On the table, exam room, arranged meeting

    Up till really late today, I don’t knock off until after 2am and wake at 6:30am with not much of my dreaming intact as a direct result.

    It is a matter of not being able to hold to the dreams, to reach in there and grab a ‘bit’ to then expand into. This is what can happen when the natural sleep cycle is thrown off. I put on my eye warming mask for an hour and casually look around. Immediately adorable little animals are flashed real as can be at me. A baby long haired Siamese kitten is first. Then Ziggy, the one year old Pomeranian at my new weekend job. And then others. On and on.

    When the eye mask shuts off I alert to myself again, and my dreaming. Again I cannot easily hold to the inner activity but I grab a ‘bit’. I am laying on a bed on the other side of a room divider with my large grey exercise ball on top of me. I can feel the excitation of my cells, which should at this point always alert me to my out of body state, but instead I remain blissfully ignorant to the fact. There are others here on the other side of the space divider.

    I can detect a middle aged ( 40-something ) female with brown hair and a young man with medium blonde hair who is waiting to meet with me. We do meet in this experience, I can see myself up from the bed and standing with him interacting. He reaches to shake my hand, even while another who is here is still shaking his. There is a greater of level of his attention that wants to go to me. I do not recognize him, he is not someone I know IRL, but he is different looking. Maybe almost slightly like a young Bill Gates with long-ish shoulder length hair. I am not able to see any further into our conversation and activity.



    November 14, 2022

    OBE: Precognitive Data, Dayna Stone

    This experience is written into an article of its own and can be read : here



    November 12, 2022

    Ephemeral hued dragonfly

    A totally wild night tonight. Energy is high. My heart is racing and won’t stop. I can’t easily to get to sleep. Once I do I sleep and wake repeatedly. At 3am I wake drenched in sweat. The Inner energies are intense, I still feel this/them. Although my dreaming is clear in the night, all I can hold to as I wake ( feeling as though I’ve been run through the ringer ) is a colorful dragonfly I interacted with briefly in a state of lucidity. Its colors are simply phenomenal, a lovely purple with tones of cherry pink and back-lit in blue. The body of it is emerald green. At first it just looks like a fairly normal view of a dragonfly, only with the the very colorful wings. But then for some reason I catch it in a small glass dome shaped container. It is almost no larger than the little being itself. It struggles to get out and as it does my view of it changes to seeing it in greater orders of magnification. This is when I see into more of its detail. Appearing more like a full size being with characteristics it is worming its way out through the bottom of the dome, even though I am pressing downward on the dome. I am thinking I am glad I did or surely it would have gotten right out. I do have some degree of ( unexplainable ) fear of the winged being. I am struggling between the feeling to press down harder on the dome *which will potentially squash it, or let go and let it free itself.



    November 11, 2022

    Disembodied mechanical head, rape

    I am asking again, quite seriously before going to bed: who woke me ( in 2009 ) and why.

    [ The reply is blocked, and not blocked, meaning that to a degree I understand ]

    Disembodied mechanical head. I see it floating up high in the room near a wall. I am not sure anyone else does. It seems made of a brushed gold and silver material. It wants us to drink from a bottle filled with fluid that is in the room. I lift it to my mouth and take in only a drop. Somehow I am knowing not to drink this. But the others who are here, they drink more of it. All I can remember is that bad things begin to happen now. This mechanical presence is malicious. There are at least 3 others here in the room who drink from the bottle. A man, who I seem to know well and two others, one of which is still a child, a young boy, I think, roughly 10 years old. The next thing I know,— It is night and I am driving my Mom’s car ( not a car she has ever had IRL ).

    The car, and even timeframe seems to be circa 1970s. I am trying to get away from something, but also TO my Mom. I am confused about just how to do that and am currently driving into oncoming traffic attempting a u-turn. I make the turn and then drive the car into the sidewalk of a Main Street with buildings. I have parked the car here, at the corner. The next thing I know, I am realizing the driver’s side door is open. I am laying down on the front seat and a light skinned black man is standing outside the door. I realize I am in trouble, I keep saying “no, no , no, no” because I see that he is contemplating taking advantage of the situation. He does. He slides himself into the car on top of me and rapes me. I have no voice, I can make no call for help at all. I also have zero connection or interface with the body, I feel nothing. I would think I am point consciousness except for the violation in play. I must be merged in the consciousness filed of someone but I am experiencing this wholly in first person. The whole event is over within minutes. Although sinister, it has not been violent. The man just finishes and gets out.

    Now I am in a large open space, I feel I must still be point consciousness in a house with my mom and dad and someone else ( young ). This is as much as I can see. I know, and feel there are important details I am seeing into but they have for now receded to where I can no longer reach easily into them.



    November 9, 2022

    Recorded message, my back is washed

    I am in a backyard area in the garden,
    recording a video of myself telling the people something.

    There is the idea of it being just a brief, 7 minute video *the contents of which now elude me. Interestingly, the location seems almost more important to me ( when recovering this data ) than the message I am recording. I am outdoors, in the sunlight, a backyard garden. The “backyard” part seems to indicate I am in a private area. This scene fractals down into many other areas of the dream where other things are happening. Inside is represented by a large structure with many levels/floors. I am traversing through them doing things I can no longer see but at one point I am in the elevator going back up to my floor.

    There are two other females in the lift. One of them, at one floor a few beneath my own wants to wait here for a man we can all see across the floor. He is moving further away and it looks is going to be some time so I push the idea of taking me up and then coming back down for him. There seems plenty of time for this and I am in a hurry, on a time table, I am telling the one girl emphatically that “I am ON”. The stage is set and the curtain is rising. I know going up that the activity up there that I am in such a hurry to get to is “a play” but what I am repeating is more about my service. I cannot >>and do not want<< to be late for my service. This idea and energy is coursing through me emphatically as the elevator takes me up toward my floor.

    As I am shifting more toward the backyard area where I am recording, and further past here toward 3D Earth space I view the scene as an outside observer and can see many more things than I could while directly in it. I have a camera’s eye view and am being shown myself slowly from the feet up toward the face. I look about 30 pounds lighter than I am IRL, and wouldn’t you know it naked. I am being shown this to see that I had the opportunity to come into full OBE awareness.

    I am sitting in such a way that although others can see a lot of me, nothing alarming is exposed. The angle is in good taste. I can also see that as I go about what it is I am doing, there are others here who are attending to me. At the coarse level I am unaware of them.

    They are two males, one a monk in robes, asian, shaved head. The other of Indian descent(s). They are giving me in essence a sponge bath, specifically washing my back. All of this activity and more is coalescing as Earth gravity is taking me over.

    Laying here back in the bed,
    I feel it would be nice to see more into the message I had been recording.

    The ambient voices of people talking down in the living room prevent this.

    It is just too loud to get around. ( sadly ).



    November 8, 2022

    Repeating dream theme: old propeller plane

    I am up in a turn of the century, open air propeller airplane again. The skies are cloudy and dark. There is another fellow in the plane, who is caucasian, thin and a bit older than me. He is throwing an object, a rifle, I think, deliberately out of the back of the plane, having determined the winds and its probable trajectory, to hit another plane down below. I just can’t believe how he actually does it. I enter and exit this scene multiple times to experience watching it from observer mode, and then experiencing it firsthand from within the scene. I get so caught up in this particular aspect that I lose the plot of the actual scene. Who we are, why we’re up here. And, why, for heaven’s sake the man is throwing the object to hit the plane down below in the first place.



    November 7, 2022

    Who woke me in 2009 and why

    Before laying down for the night, around 8pm I find myself in silent discourse with an Inner element. I suddenly find myself with a very clear question in mind : in 2009, who was behind the idea to wake me up? why was I awakened? I am not sure I have ever wondered this before, which is rather interesting in itself, isn’t it? But now I am with the very clear question and clearly wanting to know. Some time after this I go to sleep. During the process of shifting back into Earth space in the morning, multiple times, ( more than 6 times ), the content of the night is covered over. I am confident I have been told. I am equally as confident the information has intentionally been kept from my conscious knowing. The question now, is why. – although I already know the answer to this. To keep me interested and inquiring. We do like a nice spot of excitement.



    November 5, 2022

    Crushed cars, crystal library-vault

    Scene one: out on the street, a female traffic officer ( for lack of a better concept ) is directing people to drive their cars into a large steel shipping-like container that is in the ground. As the cars drive in they are stacking up, one atop another. By the time the fourth car stacks atop the third the pile is high enough in the container for me to see the occupants. I am energetically beside myself because I can see a little boy in the third car, as it is getting squished by the weight of the third, growing in his fear and impossibly trying to crawl out. I am questioning the woman in the fourth car, which is a teal green color, why she just blindly listened to the officer. She could have not driven in. She could have aimed her car to the left and not so fully crushed the third car. The first two drivers had no choice, they could not see well enough into enclosure. But the fourth driver I feel could see so she had choices. I am held here swimming in this horrible energy, this awful feeling of seeing the young boy, the cars getting crushed, there being no way out, me being able to do nothing to help. I feel entirely powerless. This is the worst feeling imaginable.

    Scene two : two data streams are superimposing : in the first is the idea that the Corso/Carson family Holliday gathering is going to shift to Oregon, where the two girls have moved. I am speaking with someone about how the entire family gathers for most every holliday, and that usually it is Lucille’s place where they meet. In the second area I am entering a large library *I enter and exit this place multiple times between airline flights to and fro. In the center of the library is a large square pool ( note: same shape as the previous steel container the cars are being directed to drive into ) filled with water whose light is glowing golden.

    Many times that I am here I see perfectly into the c l e a r water to where the many crystals inside are sitting. The last time I am here the light is so golden I cannot see through. I have come here this time with the idea to retrieve some of these crystals with the idea of keeping the Corso/Carson’s all together. Maybe the pool knows. The water inside is boiling hot, I know this and all the same go wholly into it to retrieve the crystals I need and have full knowing are here. These belong to the library but I am taking them. I am wondering if anyone here will stop me. No-one does. A part of me feels guilty, and knows there are consequences for such things.

    I am now laying the crystals out in a particular way, with like styles and types together when I notice one of them has a little sliver that has broken off. It is a thin, slightly irregular shape that is roughly the size of a fingertip. Noticing this I see another, and referring to these as “chips” know they are important and group them together. I am in collaboration with someone who I am telling this. I think they might be, or be related to Gina. In either event, the two girls, Gina and Tawny are growing near. I am almost ready for them to begin making their choices. There are 3 types of crystals for them each. I wonder which they will choose.

    I have my own tower of crystals I have arranged at the library.

    These will keep us all in touch.



    November 3, 2022

    Sharing, working together

    This is a lesson in discerning true sharing and working together from
    manipulation and being taken advantage of.


    I am waking this morning to massive winds and torrential rain. I remember my window is WIDE open so I pop up real fast to close it before the portable A/C unit sitting just inside gets all wet again. I am too late for this, but I get the window closed and the floor and A/C unit dried. This only takes a minute but it has been enough for my dreams to have receded significantly.

    Prior to this I was in a wonderful, all night long state of semi-conscious dreaming. For this log I will key in on the one area that is still standing out to me. There is a man who instead of living in a house is now living a bit rougher in an RV that has a shower. The idea is that he is homeless, he’s been displaced. Two other males, who have also been displaced wander into the picture. They all begin working together, sharing amenities, while continuing to work things out with their new situations. The man with the RV is working very hard to get back with his son, this is his motivation. The younger of the additional two has come from a privileged situation, has no clear motivation and takes a lot for granted. He also has a very incorrect view of the man with the RV who is the one really offering the most here in this arrangement.

    The scene shifts into a vehicle where I am with two other women. I am in the passenger seat. The driver is going through my things and putting on a pair of my white pants. The concept of sharing is again coming and I can feel the stark difference between what I have just viewed in the environment with the men and the way I myself feel right now about this woman helping herself to my things. She has not asked, it does not feel there was any arrangement or pre-agreement for this. I am trying to acclimate to the idea of her wearing my pants. My white pants particularly. The scene shifts to where I am meeting with two large men in black suits who are built like body builders. I think they are Russian. I try to introduce myself to one of them, moving to shake his hand but he evades me, saying something to sort of hold the space but really I can’t figure out why he has done this. I am trying to understand the behavior when I begin hearing the wind and rain outside and realize I had better pop up and close the window.



    November 1, 2022

    Dystopian future, yoga room, white room

    In the first set of dreams I remember I am in some kind of dystopian future.

    Some people with power are going to bring down a plane full of people for no reason. Someone I know is going to be on that plane. A young man. I am in a position to know what is going to happen, I have access to knowing things but no wealth myself. None of the people have any real wealth. I am going to give everything I have to the young man and am telling him to not get onto the plane. Instead, take what I am giving him, ( it is only enough to see him through a single day ), and slowly make his way back to me. What I am giving him, the money being used here, is like a bitcoin but it is a physical bitcoin. One of them is worth about 25 cents, one of these is enough to see to the people’s needs for a single day. No-one has much more than one of these at any time. I can see the idea of infighting in some areas, and fighting over food. ( scene change )

    I am in an energy of being seriously impressed..

    I feel like I am in the Arab world. I am standing on an inner balcony, a floor above a large room down below. It is a yoga room. It is enormous, more than football field sized. It is rectangular in shape and along its interior walls has smaller rectangular shaped rooms, which have openings but not doors, that all pour into the larger central space. The smaller spaces are for individuals in their private practice, the larger space is for group practice. There is a huge, truly beautiful hand crafted, colorfully patterned rug throughout the center. It is all done so well, with space enough for everyone and no-one being in anyone else’s way. It is aesthetically and energetically pleasing. I am being shown all this by someone who is very large, very tall, who is standing directly behind me. I feel this being is male. ( scene change )

    I am now in a white room.
    This is my space. It is my bedroom.

    It is a very simple room with a simple but comfortable bed in the center. The walls are all made of white brick. I am noticing, though, that the brightness of the white has been taken up. It is to a level that the room is almost no longer pleasant. It just seems way too sterile or sanitized. I am inspecting the bricks, trying to figure out how this happened, or even what it is exactly I am detecting. Rich shows up and tells me he has power washed the walls. I am wondering how he would do this without the bed and everything else getting wet. He is telling me how he did it, and I am listening, but I can’t say that I really understand. I am standing here again, inspecting the walls, beginning to see a little creature up there. It looks like a little e green snail but without the shell. He is so cute. I am delighted by his presence. I am asking Rich if he sees this but with the arrival of the little one my energy is already beginning to shift elsewhere.

    From physical space I can feel myself for some reason abruptly and with
    significant force pulling myself out of here and back awake.

    I have no idea why I have just done this.



    Author’s Note

    If you have made it this far, wow. ( let me know in the comments ). You are likely standing amongst yourself, or a very small crowd. This is where the REAL awareness begins to expand, though. From the logs it can be seen what our Inner being is saying to us, what It is helping us work through, bringing to light, and what graduations are beings made.

    In the month of November, I found myself having a very clear question in mind. I began wondering who awakened me in 2009, and why. This question attempts to be answered throughout the whole month and I am gleaning more than I was previously but still have some ways to go so I will continue asking this question, each night as I lay myself down and open to what the answer could be. It does feel important and even imperative that I know.

    Due to their daily nature,

    Dreams are increasingly more precognitive and there are common themes:
    • Contact
    • The ancient past, future probabilities
    • DNA, species markers, polarities
    • Health, body examinations, being on the table
    • My own body—used for healing and for science/discovery
    • Crystals, crystal libraries and vaults
    • Various lessons in discernment

    Dreams are vacating the previous realm and gradually coming to be experienced as an extended part of my life. This is so important to highlight. They are becoming an extension of my life. Do you see? This is how we grow the potential of what we call ‘life expectancy’. We literally expand ourself o u t into it, occupying both the here and now and at the same time beyond where we are now—into the more of ourselves that although here is laying in wait. It is like getting back a missing limb, a missing part of ourself that until now we didn’t even notice was missing.

    I hope more of you will begin to join me in this.

    Join the ongoing experiment, join our group daily dream log. If you have questions about how to make your logs, prior to having actual dream content to log just ask. I am here and I am yours. Know that the more regularly you go to make the logs, the more the data stream will open. But, first, you have to go to make the logs. You have to make the first move, take the first step. When you do, Inner being will be right there to meet you, quite literally 100% of the time.

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    On the table. My body is being used to help others

    The past few night’s sleep have been really rough.

    I am up on the craft again tonight. My body is being used to help filter a black tar-like substance out of 6 people’s blood. One of them is Robyn. I am so happy to see her. Behind the scenes I am being told how it is the black tar filters through my system without getting stuck. I don’t retain any of this but know it has to do with the Kundalini. Down below there inside the scene(s) I am standing with Robyn in front of a large white refrigerator. I am working to move it a bit and when I do the smell that is produced is horrendous. In one of the other areas—

    -----------------------------------------
    Curiously, are you vaccinated with the covid 19 jab? My apologies, If this makes you feel uncomfortable, you do not have to answer.

    Reason why I ask:

    Acol, in abundance, happens to be a black tar like substance, just saying......and yes it magnetically disrupts the body's energy mechanism (some people cannot connect to the "divine" so to speak, after taking the jabs) Microscopically it is colorless until more of it gets bundled together then it starts to produce the black like color.

    This is not a typical abduction, but a scientific one at removing acol.

    Only your Source can take you.... like my source did to me. On the night of my 13th birthday, I was taken because I had a special problem with the bone in my forehead. (due to an earlier bike accident). It was fixed and I was let go. I did not recall this incident until after my awakening in 2012. It was heavily suppressed, but for a good reason.

    Your mind interprets the way you see things.

    You're not the only one who have been aboard crafts... I have too, but for other reasons.
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    Quote Curiously, are you vaccinated with the covid 19 jab? My apologies, If this makes you feel uncomfortable, you do not have to answer.
    Hi, Anu

    I do not like to feed that particular beast, but will confirm I am aligned with Naturopathy, not Allopathy, <-- I have never used that system for anything.

    Regarding the black tar-like substance, I suspect it is something a bit more mundane, at least in the case of the person I found there in the experience with me ( Robyn ), who is a long time smoker. And who is, because I feel it might get asked, also someone who is well aware of the [ - ] agendas currently in play. Not just aware, but Southern, armed, lol, and highly vocal. We are nothing alike, and everything alike. In the most unique ways imaginable.

    Interesting experience, the one you highlighted.

    I am getting WORKED HARD.

    Voluntarily.
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    Quote Curiously, are you vaccinated with the covid 19 jab? My apologies, If this makes you feel uncomfortable, you do not have to answer.
    Hi, Anu

    I do not like to feed that particular beast, but will confirm I am aligned with Naturopathy, not Allopathy, <-- I have never used that system for anything.

    Regarding the black tar-like substance, I suspect it is something a bit more mundane, at least in the case of the person I found there in the experience with me ( Robyn ), who is a long time smoker. And who is, because I feel it might get asked, also someone who is well aware of the [ - ] agendas currently in play. Not just aware, but Southern, armed, lol, and highly vocal. We are nothing alike, and everything alike. In the most unique ways imaginable.

    Interesting experience, the one you highlighted.

    I am getting WORKED HARD.

    Voluntarily.
    What I can say, is that acol does not exactly have 'earthly origins' - as it does not belong to the Earth's "evolutionary tree" so to speak. I have solid tangible evidence that this is the case. The evidence would have to be peer reviewed by scientists with keen knowledge of genetics, etc. The way things are, I doubt this will ever occur, however, I just noticed a few days ago, in mainstream, that scientists all over the world are beginning to understand what this is, and may be able to finally answer the question of "what is this? and why" ... it would only take one bona-fide highly experienced and well known scientist to finally come out and say what this thing really is. Once that person does, then the whole world will finally 'wake up' to this. I await that day, if it ever comes.

    Everything is so secretive... it's sad.

    Anyways,

    I am a militant arm of the source. I deal with hostile alien life forms, here and over there. When I was "awakened" in 2012, I was directly told by my source, that I am the last split - which meant that I was being activated. .. in my experience, I did somehow die of an alcohol overdose while freezing to death in a real nasty winter storm of 2012. My body vanished for 3 days and had returned. Long story.

    While being a "militant arm", I also serve another function which does not belong here but since it does not belong here, I'll keep it out of this. The other splits, who are older than me, are just living a 'normal everyday life' here on Earth, unaware of who they really are. They may have some interactions with crafts and stuff... but not as deep as I have.

    Now, this may sound really loony tunes,
    but I am sharing this with you and others. I want people to understand that there are things in this world, which are not easily explainable. In the past several years, I have met several aliens right here on this planet, face to face..even at my house.... they are physically real as you and I. These aliens know who I physically am, and what I could do to them. With such advancement of technologies, they know what a consciousness field is, and how it interacts with a planet and within individuals. Facing an alien for the first time in my life here, was not an easy task. I had my training prior - which is also another long story.

    Am just saying, that it's not all "good" about aliens... there are some real bad ones out there too..worthy of extermination as well.

    But all in all, I am glad to know that you are not 'inflicted' with the jab.

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    Thank you, Anu.

    I find that in my own case I am working with and within my own Greater S/system, and that rather than there being a battle the [ + ] and [ - ] are being harmonized. I know this to be the lens through which I myself am focusing, the way I am choosing to view and experience the activity within the wider system, but it contains the data I wish to obtain, the data I am most interested in - so there it is. It is always of great interest to me to meet others, such as yourself, who are focusing the kaleidoscope uniquely to learn what it is they are needing. Yes I understand this happens, and that focus points, when they come together do not always meet eye to eye. This is where the truly great work gets done.

    Do you keep an eye on what we call the dream state? do you log your data?


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    Casey,

    After waking up in 2012,

    I had major problems with recall. I kept forgetting what I had done in these dreams, out of body experiences, etc, so I kept a journal.

    This journal or diary was meant to be kept private. One day in winter 2016, it vanished. I swear it was placed on top of my shelf in my living room. I was going to write in it while sitting down on my couch.
    I found that my brother had taken it from my living room and he read it. He must have thought it was one of the books on my shelf along with the DVDs collection. He started treating me differently and wanted to show me something. He popped out a VHS tape and showed me a video of a huge "black looking" triangular UFO that was here, above my parents' property at the time - This was back in late 1980s after he came home from serving in the US Navy. He had bought a VHS camcorder at the time and started playing with it, etc.. It was one of these:

    I asked him, why did you take my diary? He said he didn't know but when he read it, he was shocked to his core. I said, sigh..well now you know... A week later he had an issue with his heart and was sent to the hospital to have stents put in. My brother was a heavy devout Christian, and a preacher. All these years when I was in high school, he would preach at me about the bible, etc. I called him a 'bible thumper' after I graduated. Long story about who he was. In late 2016 to early 2017, he had gotten to a point where he was really negative about things because he realized who I am. He hated the government and hated the way they treated him. He was due to have his case reviewed for Veterans pay in court as well. He didn't have any money at all... He was denied disability, on many fronts - from the military, from the government etc.. I helped him with an attorney to go after the government for denying disability claim including my sisters' ... He certainly did not keep up with his body hygiene.. he stunk pretty bad from taking all those prescription medicines, mixing it in with cigarette smoke, etc.. The house he and my sister lived in, was cut off from water services due to lack of payment, etc.... so there was no way to shower, etc..but I told him he could use my shower any time, or at least go swimming up at the small creek not far from here. He didn't care.. he kept right on being negative about everything... I left him be, never really wanted to associate with him that much due to his nasty mouth.. After all I was living across the street from him and my sister.

    My wife and I decided to buy a new car on Valentine's Day. A black dodge dart... to replace the gray one we had. The gray car was having some sort of mechanical issues.. We went out of town and sought out a nice Valentine's Day gift for us. When we came back home with the new car, my sister was outside in front of my parents' house trying to get my attention. She said that there is something wrong with my brother. I ran into her house and found him... dying on the floor in the bathroom. I asked my sister why didn't you call emergency? She said the cell phone doesn't work half of the time, couldn't get through. There was no residential phone landline at the time either. I called EMT services and when they came here, they said that he's done for... they carted his body out to the truck. It was sad. He was 54 years old. I looked at the cell phone they had, *that sh** doesn't work here..* I said... I realized that it's Tmobile, and it doesn't work very well in my area.. never has.

    At the funeral home, I remember distinctively that my brother didn't want to have a regular funeral. My other brother came up from the east, and he said the same thing. I received the US Flag, in honor of his short 'military funeral'.. That same night, I went out into the little trailer and went through his stuff. I found his journal....I kept it... He, too was keeping logs of his dreams.. his out of body experiences and all..including all what he knew about the bible.. I also found the VHS UFO tape too..

    One of my out of body experiences was that I was on the "other side" .. He's alive and well.. same with the rest of my family who had crossed over... He's young.. in his 25s' .... living life to the fullest.. he's happy. I talk with him from time to time....

    After that experience, I burned my journals in 2017.... I no longer kept any record of what my experiences were... I learned to trust myself.

    When I experience things, I know the differences. Out of body... dreams... etc. I no longer write these, except to share with friends and maybe the public on a few things, but that's it. I no longer have recall issues, because I remember with perfect clarity now. The only thing is that it works when I call it up, otherwise, it would linger inside of me, just waiting.....


    ......... just waiting........
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    This month I am visiting and viewing many different types of societies and how they work

    PROLOGUE : The question I asked last month, going into the fields specifically for a reply [ "who woke me in 2009 and why" ] I continued asking this month. In addition to this, a new question specifically for the month of December was asked. The new question is relevant to data that has come to me prior through the dream state and has to do with a cubed object I have discovered attached to me at the back left calf. I want to know what it is, why it is there. I also want to know about the feeling of a time table by which I am meant to work it off. I was shocked it was still there the last time I was shown, which was roughly a year or so ago. This said,—

    I have started working a second job again this past month which is leaving me more exhausted than usual—with less reserves than when I do not have to work the second job. I am severely challenged to keep hold of my queries and ask them cogently going into the nights. Due to this I will continue with these as my main queries through the new month and year of January 2023. I am also tasked ( by my Group ) to begin discussing what so traumatized me back in 2013-2014. The jellyfish shaped craft which I observed so ominously occupying the etheric frequency bandwidth of our Earth space. All this is highly challenging my boundaries as well as capacity. It will not be an easy year, but it seems one in which this processing must be done and completed with ( and so it will ). In order to see clearly how best to continue from here.

    Let the dreams begin,
    and the data flow


    December 31, 2022

    Interviewing process, data exchange

    Kerry Cassidy has come over and in the process brought some others to my front door. Everyone comes in. There are two female interviewers who will be questioning her while she is here, and two male figures who have immediately gone into the pool. While Kerry sets up with the interviewers I go into the pool with the males. We are exchanging information. They are also carrying some gemstones which are of interest to me. Kerry needs to use the restroom before she gets started, I direct her to where it is then shift my attention to where the interview will take place. Kerry’s chair is set up in front of a large box window. When she returns there is some light banter between us about the readying process and exactly what she will be discussing. A large spotlight turns on her. This is when she really comes to life and the information steadily begins to be flow. It is impressive to me how she can do this with the large spotlight in her face. We discuss this in itself in some length. Things are just beginning to get rolling when my alarm goes off and I wake. It is a work day, the morning is starting very early.


    December 30, 2022

    A drink from the same cup

    Derrick is here in front of me, Elissa is with him, they are saying they want to drink from my cup, they want me to mix them a drink. I begin inspecting the cup, the rim of the cup and see it has a series of hairline fractures. It is not going to be fitting for this cup to be used. It is alright, though, I have many cups. I move toward a large open cupboard where sit many such cups and move to reach for one. With this movement the scenery shifts to where I am now seeing the big rig they arrived in, large arms are reaching into the cab and lifting a baby girl out from it. She is being held high, looked up upon. This is not Brielle, this is another baby girl. I look at my own hand to see a fine, thin cut on my forefinger.


    December 29, 2022

    Moms and their sons. — the watcher and the looking glass

    Throughout the length of this experience, which lasts 3 full cycles and takes place between the hours of 3-8am, I am in an overall full system telepathic exchange between expanses within my own system as well as each of the participants—who are my Mom, John ( my ex ), Charlie ( my dog who passed away some time ago ), Laura and her son.

    The scenes and symbols presenting in the exchange all make perfect sense within the event itself. They are permeable, fractal and ever-changing, each giving way easily to another as needed; a grocery store, a city promenade, a classroom, casino and woods. There is a theme of “moms and their sons”. At its center this experience is a communication between my higher fractal consciousness and myself — real data is being given.

    As the experience begins I am acquiring necessities.

    I have withdrawn cash from the bank, two thickly wrapped stacks of small bills. I have them in a large baggie with some sweet bread. I am in a communication with my Mom and visually with her at a grocery store. I am preparing for something I see coming and want to know what kind of storable food I can get for her when she tells me to get canned tuna. I make a [ conscious ] mental note and embed the concept : TUNA. It is important I say here that what is happening visually inside the store and spoken in words is only a tiny fraction of what I am experiencing. I don’t even know how to describe what I am more principally experiencing. It is an energy, wavelengths, currents through the core of me. It is an ocean of awareness and experiential knowing. I am moving through it, performing necessary action. I can see what the knowing, the currents and wavelengths include by the concepts and symbols appearing in the scenes. When we finish inside this one, we step outside into a promenade and begin walking.

    We do not walk very far before John steps into the picture. He approaches from the left to the side of a planted tree. Again there is an underlying energy-connection, a similar wavelength through which currents are flowing back and forth between us. In shorter words, a deep telepathy. What is flowing back and forth I have no words for and if I did they would produce volumes. What I can say is what I can see and what I see is that something is wrong with him. As the wavelengths flow, as we are walking along, John keeps falling into holes and then pulling himself out of them. This happens multiple times before my conscious state of mind throws an inquiry into energy.

    Immediately it is confirmed to me there exists something in the chest, the heart and lungs, and also the left foot. The scenes are showing me John remove his shoe and sock. The toes are mostly gone, what remain are blackened, like what happens with frostbite. We continue our exchange for some time, the energy is good and sometimes not good and leads into where the scenes become a casino. It would be nice to have retained more of our conscious conversation, I feel much of it is relative to what is coming, what we are doing to prepare, why what we do is so important, if not for ourselves then for others. Everything needs to be in place.

    Every so often, as we are moving through areas, I pull my plastic baggie full of cash closer to me so as not lose track of it. Until John comes down over me in an area and kisses me. I get distracted. When I reach for the baggie again the money from it is gone. Just the two perfectly cut, lemon colored pieces of sweet bread are inside. John begins telling me about his house in Houston ( to my knowing John does not have a house in Houston ), and that I am 634th in line to inherit from it. He doesn’t think there will be much left by the time it comes to me. With this he begins to fade from the scene as Charlie comes in.

    I am holding Charlie in my arms, it always feels so good to have him in my arms, he is like my own son. We are walking and walking as the energy between us flows. At a certain juncture he jumps from my arms into a small pool of water where he is now standing upon the flat rocks. Environments are superimposing, the casino with the woods. There is a male figure sitting along the rim of the water’s edge who is saying something to me. I am not really paying attention, Charlie has my full attention. I am stepping down some large rocks into the pool where I am retrieving Charlie back into my arms. I have gotten thoroughly wet in the process.

    I notice my clothing is that of woodland people, wool pants tucked into boots, a lighter brown long sleeved top and a cape thrown over. I step from the water and continue on with Charlie, again through the casino. As we are passing the bar, another energy is superimposing with Charlie, it is another son, he is recognizing one of the females behind the bar as his mother. I look to see a young woman with electric blue hair tied back in a ponytail. It is Lu, Laura. His energy reaches straight out to her and they connect *we all connect.

    Laura and her son are synchronously superimposed in my awareness with Richelle and *her son. The energy channels flowing betwixt us in this connection are extraordinary, massive.. I seem to be handling them all just fine, though. Laura and her son, who both appear quite young here are heading out the back door to the rear of the pool, into the flatlands to the front of the woods on a solo walk together. Before fading from the experience,

    I see her son look up and say to her “sometimes there is so much anger.” . . .
    He is helping her resolve this energy.

    Time passes…….

    For some time now I have been by myself performing various odd tasks.

    At the moment I am sitting at a wood chopping block, staring intently at myself cutting jalapeńos in a checkerboard pattern in rows of 3×7 when Laura comes running back into the area. She is happy, in a playful mood and saying she needs my help. They want to play a game. THE WATCHER AND THE LOOKING GLASS. I have knowledge of the game and not just anyone can play, you have to have the right access and codes. I find myself knowing this, and beginning to know more as I hear the words spoken — the watcher and the looking glass — I know they are important, I feel a good and evil fantasy fairytale-like undercurrent of energy enveloping me when the impetus to wake and write the words down throws me out of the experience and into my room, where I promptly log all my key words, then lay my head back down and embed the experience awhile longer.

    Following this I wake proper. I have all the data I can hold.

    * * *

    Note: when going into our Thursday group meditation, an experience very familiar to me begins coming on.. I hear a voice, like a recording, scrolling words through my mind in response to me thinking the words “looking glass”. It is saying, “The looking glass is the kaleidoscope, or kaleidoscopic effect that appears at the juncture where minds meet. The watcher is…..”, I stop the recording short here due to my fascination at the first sentence and how instantaneously it appears at just my thought. I am also able to see what is being spoken and I know I will fall into the awe, into the mesmer if I don’t stop here to embed. I begin repeating the sentence again and again until only the metre remains. As I am writing this it is many hours later and I know I have left a few words out of this first scrolling sentence but this is close—close enough.


    December 28, 2022

    Molecular restructuring. exploring the sublime radiance within the shift

    Prologue — This week exhaustion has the better of me, I am not easily catching the initial shifts into the dream fields or back into physical space. I will note here once again, the majority of all data collected [ and deeply embedded ] is done from within the shifts. The data occurs directly in the experience itself, but the transferring of it from the one state or frequency wave into another occurs in the shift(s). So although, due to doing this so often – daily – I am able to bring back data, this week it is not the deeply embedded variety, it is, relatively speaking, the barely recalling at all variety. While directly within the following two experiences I am fully conscious. Although it is from another portion of my total self that I am. This is always interesting in itself, because although I am acting with knowing and intention, it is my own and also not exactly my own.

    __________________________________________


    In the one field I am trying on clothes, and more specifically colors:
    cherry pink, jean blue and white.


    Whenever the concept of jeans occurs in the dream fields it indicates ( genes ). It generally means I am with the designers, and often the ETs and something is being done with my body, its molecular structure. In the data field I am standing in front of a full length mirror and looking at myself in these clothes/colors. I am wearing a full length fitted jean skirt and a cherry pink top. I am quite slim, the clothing is fits nicely, perfectly, and looks good but the top barely comes to the skirt’s waistband and I would prefer that it come down over it. For this reason I put it back on the rack while I try on a white top which fits my requirements. I like the style of the white, but prefer the cherry pink color. When I go back to the rack the cherry pink top is already gone and there is not another. I knew this was going to happen the moment I set it back—and I did it anyway. I return to the full length mirror and to looking at the jean blue and white.

    In the second field I am shifting into and out of body—repeatedly to different locations. I seem to be in a small booth that is inside a larger room. It is reminiscent of a sound studio. There are windows in the booth that look out into the larger room, and/or vice versa, but my attention is not on them. I can just see as I write this that they are there. Notable in the experience is a communication network link hooked up to what I am doing and experiencing.

    Following the link into itself I see it includes family and the idea of a family home *notably my brother, Derrick, is connected. It includes the ETs, and also the military. My attention is likewise not on much of any of this. Nor is it on the locations to which I am going out. What has the bulk of my attention is the fact that I am consciously and at will purposefully going out, and on the direct experience of this in itself. Of the stasis in which I center myself, the cellular bliss of it, of being inside and outside the body, inside and outside of time, inside and outside of space — this in itself. There is truly nothing, no experience more extraordinary.

    I can see myself doing this repeatedly. Falling back into the space behind me, levitating horizontally, molecularly shifting in the way that seems to give me access to all the fields all at once and just holding my attention here in the sublime, central radiance and exploring it. — this said, I am also going out to locations, I just have very little interest in seeing where. There is too much more happening and the span of my attention holds only so much. I do see that Derrick has come by. I am showing, explaining, and proving to him that this is happening. I do not see why, only that he has connected to the experience, and that he is connected with it.


    December 27, 2022

    Repeater dreams, contact, jellyfish shaped craft, hair, cyst

    Repeater dream. <— this is all I can embed of the first dream of the night, that it is a dream I have had >> experienced >> possibly even more than once before. I am noticing this at approximately 3am. I hadn’t gone to sleep until well after midnight. Later, earlier in the morning:

    A male is asking me about my et contacts.

    The inquiry is an attempt to come to terms with his own. His may be even more prevalent in that the onset of the remembering is more current. We are standing on a slope and walking downward. It is reminiscent of a ramp descending from a craft. Is he really trying to get me to remember? to cognize what is even now in play?

    It is 7am, I have woken again and decide to get up to use the bathroom. I deliberately keep myself busy for 10 minutes with the intent to call for an OBE. After doing so, it comes to me to ask a question about an OBE I had back in 2013. I am taken out onto Main Street, Santa Monica, see the homeless, a mushroom cloud nuclear explosion in one area of the sky, and then off to the left, thousands of jellyfish shaped craft descending through dark skies down to the planet. I want to know what all this was about. It is hard to get back into the fields. I keep being shown things that ‘shock’ and repeatedly throw me back awake. I somewhat quickly learn to get a handle on this by saying the word DATA each time it happens. [ It is just data—data is neutral ]. I continue asking the question “what am I dreaming?” and “where am I?” until somewhere near an hour later I am inside:

    Maria and Lucille >>>>

    I am working with Lucille ( a past care client ) but I feel I am not really doing much for her, just waiting for my shift to end. There is another male and another female here with her. I am on a computer-like device learning and looking for data. I try to print one of the papers but it turns out to be much longer than I anticipated, pages and pages with a super long included receipt. I am trying to stop it from coming but unsuccessfully. When it is near complete I shift over to Lucille, who is in the kitchen. I come up to her and ask when her last shower was. She knows it has been more than a few days and agrees to have a shower and her hair washed now.

    I was not, myself, thinking so fast. I look at the clock and confirm there is only 30 minutes left on my shift. I suggest we do this tomorrow and add that maybe we can even style her hair. I turn her around and start finger styling her hair as she is saying there is not much we can do with it. The hairs are very short. The color is more like Maria’s than her own. As I am working the hair back by the crown I notice a small 2 inch spit in the skin and inside, almost near to popping out is a cyst. I cannot just leave it there, I feel I can somewhat easily remove this for her myself. I can cover it afterward and then tell Maria she needs stitches. I am sterilizing a small tweezer and scissors, readying for the extraction when I begin waking.


    December 26, 2022

    Secret living libraries

    Extraordinary experience last night. Sadly exhaustion is in the way of embedding the details so I have only the knowing that it happened due to waking briefly in the midst of it and being mind blown enough to make note. The experience – again – involves the transferring of keys, codes and data to others, as well as myself being a standing repository of a wealth of data passed from others. We are like secret living libraries and the data passes regularly amongst us so that it is always contained somewhere but only very few, very high up, who are in charge of all this know at any given time where the data is located. It is like the turning of a kaleidoscope wherein with each turn of the scope the pieces of the beautifully colorful, intricate geometrical structure shift and form a new geometrical and kaleidoscopic shape. And thus the data is always somewhere but where it is located is always changing. I am also shown how the data we are holding can be accessed and utilized or not. As well as what can happen to some of us, for just holding the data. It is a burden in itself and does not always bode or end well for the carrier. I am viewing all this in absolute and perfect neutrality. I have no vested interest. I am here solely to serve.


    December 25, 2022

    Blue-green

    Quick notes. Exhausted, not well rested * heading into another long work day.

    Bright effervescent blue-green crystal. As people and events move them away from the crystal I pocket it for myself.
    Pastel blue-green lighter. Is left on the doorstep. I recognize it as mine.
    Man. Married. He wants me to move in. I tell him I have lived my entire life alone *suggesting I am celibate
    Derrick yells at me for what he thinks is happening here.


    December 24, 2022

    Erich, Carie, a portion of a life review


    [ Note: My friend Carie has just recently passed over ]

    This experience is extremely long,
    beginning at the very start of the night as I am first laying down and continuing all the way through to the morning. It contains far more than I could ever write out in whole so what we will see here are only the highlights, those parts of the experience that for me most encapsulate it.

    As this encounter begins I am coming in on a conversation in a darkened stadium-like room where issues, views and positions regarding the coronavirus and recent event are being discussed, namely by Carie and Erich *and notably the latter. I step in with with my own large view and begin giving a speech. As I am talking, Erich ( surprisingly ) sweeps in and gives me a kiss. It is a quick but deep kiss. When my senses come back it seems now just he and I . . He is sitting on a set of bleachers in a mostly darkened area and he is emitting to me some fairly harsh judgments. I listen, then come up to him, take his hand and tell him I love him, “you are my friend, I am your friend, I will always be your friend.” What I am saying I can tell is lovingly accepted and appreciated. Throughout this entire event this is so.

    At a certain juncture, my diet, quite oddly comes to issue.

    I find myself alone in a room with a man who is near attacking me with words. He is saying I eat sugar ( I almost never eat refined [ toxic ] sugar ) and other things that are simply not in my diet. He is standing in front of me and pushing me backwards with his energy. I am confused and feel intimidating but I am also holding my ground. I know I do not consume any of these things, I know at all times what he is saying is not true. I find myself back with Erich who is still sitting on the bleachers. I am telling him I am mostly a fruitarian, that I eat mostly fresh fruit. What I am saying is a percentage higher than what is currently true IRL, maybe this is a message to return to this, to a more detox situation of 90%+ fresh fruit. During this whole phase of the experience my physical body is heating up and is in a deep sweat. I see this as the waves pass through beta.

    The next juncture of the experience brings me again closer to Carie.. both she and Erich are present but at first it is principally Carie’s energy I am feeling. Both are emitting deep resolving feelings. Each of their feelings cause additional ripples of thoughts and feelings. There are not words that can adequately describe this. It is pure feeling and pure experience. There are not visuals or scenes that accompany this, but periodically I am landing in scenes between them each where I am one-on-one interacting with them myself, as a friend and even sort of counselor. At times our own “stuff” is simultaneously getting worked through. With Carie I mostly feel her working through what she is, as though she is in her life review phase there where she is. As though elements that include me have given me a kind of access to the review.

    The depth of feeling in the connection again has my physical system in a sweat. There is so much being resolved, so deeply and so rapidly ( ie: in a single night ) that the acceleration is at junctures through the night causing this. I have had to throw the blankets off multiple times.

    I am with Erich again.

    There is another man, an actor from the 1940s,—he is sitting on a chair in an otherwise empty room/area with a trench coat over his shoulders. I have walked up to him and am giving him a hug. A deep, strong and lingering hug. ( shift )

    I am now with Erich in a living room on the sofa. In perhaps response to something Carie is feeling he is telling me of areas in life where he has felt inadequate. Areas that have just not been for him to experience in this life. I am telling him what I see from my own angle. That I see him as what I call a “hub”, a center of gravity designed to bring a host of others near. That this is/was the principle job, or function or purpose. That the other is not exactly so much a deficiency as not a purpose and function of his life to begin with. These are very poor words to describe what is more accurately happening here, which is more simply a pure, genuine, thoroughly open exchange between souls.

    The experience begins to conclude here due to my alarms for work beginning to go off.

    I wish I had more time to process and log this one.



    December 23, 2022

    Future talk with guidance, pool, contact

    During much of the night I am in collaboration with my Guidance system.

    We are going over things for the future, to ready ourselves but also to be more proficient as the time comes. One subject we are going over in great detail is the Patreon. I am seeing how more detail ( more content ) is on its way through and I feel, as I always have, to not inundate people’s emails by over posting, any more than 2-3 times per week. I am shown how we can begin combining data so that each post itself contains more data, and links to even more data. I am settled, and pleased with this strategy. Later in the night we are likewise making preparations for the future. Going over so many things they collectively fall to the recesses of my mind. However, I recall one of subjects discussed is about the fridge, either getting a new one now or having an extra one on hand. As we are all talking, down below in the scenes—

    I am approaching a large swimming pool and stepping down into the water. A woman in the pool says “say cheese” and takes my photo. I am wearing a peach colored swim suit that resembles a similar colored bikini I used to wear when I first moved to California for college. I notice it is not the same swim suit, just close enough to make the correlation. I feel the fitness of my body, the flatness of my stomach, which also brings me back to the feeling of myself at that same time.

    I am in an intoxicating energy, feeling all the elements here deeply—the sun, the water, the air, myself.. I look into the pool to see a medium sized white dog standing there. It takes me a moment to realize he underwater. Walking along the floor of the pool. I hurry him toward me so that he can get back into the air and breathe. I see him advance up the steps at the side of the pool just next to me, take a deep breath and as I think I see him begin to morph into a man my attention is brought back into the pool. There are two twin girls, I would guess roughly 7 years of age. They have oval shaped faces and their blonde hair is pulled back into single French braids down their backs. They are approaching me on their own. There is information I have they want imparted to them. Mysteries which they wish to know. In my exchange with them I begin waking back into physical space. I do not get to see any more into the details of the exchange.


    December 22, 2022

    Time travel, Earth parallel reality timeline

    While directly in this experience I do not fully realize I am in a parallel reality Earth timeline, I just feel I am in some bizarre experience and within myself am repeatedly asking “what the heck is this??” and “where are these ideas coming from??” It is only in the shift out of the experience and the time I spend embedding the strange concepts that I see, feel and fully realize I have been escorted by a guide not just through time but across boundaries into a parallel reality. To say these concepts aloud you might think they are very common indeed, but it is twists and spins on them that provide the differences. I will give a few examples.

    The Earth I am visiting does have and use money, but $1 in their contemporary timeline is a lot of money, much more than it is here in ours. When I arrive I am given $6, I figure if I am frugal this will see me through two weeks. Sex is also highly common, but the people’s motivations toward it are entire different. While I am here I am trying to feel what they do so I can understand these motivations and at least to a degree fit in, but I will tell you it is so strange, so foreign to me that it takes the entire length of my visit to even just begin to glean what these motivations are and where they are coming from. Sex is something you also always pay someone for, $1 is what is generally paid.

    The longer I am here, the more I learn, the more I keep thinking to myself “I have to get a job.”

    I don’t know what kind of jobs there are, or what kind of jobs pay what. I am in a very real sense left to figure all this out on my own. I do have a guide here, though, who brought me here, and I can ask him to begin to get an idea. This is strange. I am shown that cleaning public bathrooms, like in a hotel or restaurant is a really good job. This is because people often casually lose money from their pockets in them. In good part because it is a socially acceptable place for people to come for sex. Which itself is highly socially acceptable and as common as daily meals. A person can make quite a lot cleaning the bathrooms.

    When first arriving here I meet and am individually introduced to a small cluster-group of people who all reside together. I am settled in here with them for the duration of my stay. There are approximately 7 of them, 3 females, 4 males, all roughly in what look to be their 30s. By the end of my stay I feel I know them, and almost feel like I am one of them. There is a tall male member of the cluster who is particularly friendly with me. He is really easy to like, just very open and non-assuming, easy to engage with and somewhat easily excitable. He looks a mix between Indian and Spanish, but my ability to detect ethnicities among the brown skinned people is not very good.

    The whole cluster is going into the bedroom together.
    It is here that I begin to see who it is I am ( merged with ) here.

    I appear a young male, much shorter than the other males. I have light brown skin and brown hair and although roughly their age am just a bit younger, roughly 28 years old. Everyone is in a pile here on the bed. I am on the outside edge of it. There is a funny Brad Pitt look-a-like in the center of the mix who reaches over with a fetish and does something with my hair, which is now barrette-d like a girl. My attention is shifting between here and location out near the beach. I am still getting a lay of the land —and at the same time shifting away from this experience— I am looking into one of the cars pulling away from the beach and onto the road. There is a girl inside. She is more wealthy than most. I think to myself again, I have to get a job. Noticing the environment I think to myself this could almost be Santa Monica, California.

    With this thought, I shift wholly back into my own physical space.

    What an odd, crazy experience.


    December 21, 2022

    Teal green torus, karma, forgiveness

    It is the Winter Solstice
    ( the portals are open )

    It is beginning to happen more often that I can keep track of, and it is happening steadily, a few times each week, at times in ways that seem more prevalent than others. Yet each time it leaves an impactful impression. I dream something, or return with data from an OBE that shows up in my field ( ie: Earth space ) the next morning. Data is delivered to me, I successfully bring it through with me into real time, where I find it present and validated.

    One example of this is when two or more of us bring back the same data from the fields—experienced in unique ways but the same data. Last night and today goes a bit further. A portion of the data I bring back contains a message/knowing to check the daily Q’uote on our forum board, specifically in reference to something I am experiencing in the fields, specifically regarding karma, and specifically as an answer to where I still lay in question about it all.

    Read on >>>> The Winter Solstice ( 2022 ), Data Delivered Through Dreams 🕊



    December 20, 2022

    The Collection Bureau. Spiders

    I am with Guidance. – someone ( a man ) is asking ( and bringing to my attention ) why I cannot sit back at a particular angle without pinching/compressing a nerve at the base of my spine. His question is causing me to tell him why I cannot but the detail of what exactly I am saying now escapes me. Note: this is related to the position in which I sit in my bed at night while using the laptop and the tension knot/pain in my right shoulder and neck/head.

    The Collection Bureau. In the night, as the brain waves are passing through beta and I first scan for activity the data all compresses into a single concept and I telepathically hear said “The Collection Bureau”. The concept is so interesting/odd that I repeat it again and again. I am trying to see into what this is and what the concept contains but there seems to be this alone. As I am still scanning I begin to see another scene—

    Spiders—there are so many. Someone kills one. Derrick and Roger appear. I tell Derrick there are too many. Maybe one would be okay but look how many there are. We are looking inside a large wooden box-like structure high up off the floor ( like a table ) in a room that appears may be a garage. It is dark in here and only this structure we are looking at is directly lit; the light illuminating it is in contrast to the dark very bright. Derrick picks up one the spiders and then just crushes it between his two fingers. He picks up another and does the same. The pace is slow, considered and deliberate. This begins to shock me, I am not sure how I feel about this now. He picks up another and crushes it the same. Roger appears and begins looking in on what we are doing. I tell him the same thing I have just told Derrick.

    Later in the morning when I am waking I scan again. I see 3 people: one is a tall, middle aged male approximately 60 years of age, he looks like what might be described as an English gentlemen. The next is a tall, very plain looking woman, the idea of of a librarian comes through, she is wearing grey wool clothing and has a quite sour disposition. Both the male and female seem from circa 1800s. The last is a younger male, maybe 30-something, very casual in his appearance, floppy brown hair that is worn long over the ears. He is wearing browns. I am unable to see into the activity, discussion and interaction around these individuals. Every time I just tried I got zinged, like a quick electric zap that jolted me away from seeing in there any further. So I just have the people themselves.


    December 16, 2022

    OBE: Strategy for Exiting the Earth Life

    PROLOGUE

    This experience is one that reveals the onset, as well as the event of the conscious shift from a standard dream state into a full OBE wherein the conscious state of attention is present within multiple fields. I have learned, indeed known for some time that the cluster of beings who help compose this life experience are working from their end, to help me from this end make the fully conscious shift this life experience when the time comes. I know this from out of body experiences and also more regular dream time experiences. Including the combination of these in events such as the one I am about to outline wherein we are all engaged in working the details of this through. It will not be a standard ‘death’ experience, there seems to be much more planned and in the works. As the details come through to me, here forward I will make them public.

    Others of you may come to recognize similar processes going on within yourselves. The more of us who can make our ultimate transition retaining full conscious awareness the better. There is much work to be done and our service is needed, both on this and that side of the veil.

    Read the whole experience here <– 🕊


    December 15, 2022

    A movie is projected onto ( into ) my back. Implant, embed

    I am standing in front of a mountainous structure. It is structured, it has been carved. I am meant to climb it, a bit like an obstacle course. It is a feat to be able to do so. There are elements, components of it that do something, that amount to an end result. There is a male figure who is behind me attempting to do this, and one of the end results is that I get to have a movie that shows me some things about myself and my future projected onto (/into ) my back. I am told to sit in a particular location, a certain distance and at a certain angle from the projection. I want to sit in another location that is closer to where I feel I will better be able to see. This request is denied. I am sat in the correct location, which forms an isosceles triangle between myself, the projector and a larger screen upon which others are viewing the data. There are more people here having this done besides myself. I have just finished watching a projection pertaining to another young woman, pretty and of ethnic descent. There is the idea of me throwing my black wrap around my shoulders, and also of using my bare white skin—I am not sure which will better capture and make more visible the coming movie/data/projection. 

    As I am shifting away from this experience I have an instantaneous insight where I consciously begin to glean that I am again with the "others" and having a procedure performed. It is a shock to my system it comes so fast. The insight is that something is being implanted, what I call embedded. The insight comes as I find myself behind the scenes in a discussion with someone about how I embed data from OBEs by stopping short at the etheric and literally hand writing key words down on a piece of paper, where I can see them with my own eyes as I say them aloud. The shock has caused me to shift from the location prior to seeing the data projected onto/into my back.

    When I resurface I am in a Lyft with a couple who having a visit from their young son. They are all of the same ethnic descent as the woman I have mentioned in the prior experience. Their son looks to be in his very early 20s. As we are all getting out of the Lyft, myself being the last, I am pouring bleach all over the back seats to disinfect them. It seems a natural and normal thing for me to do but then I notice the materials and character of the interior seating ( note: association of the materials with 'skin' ). Extra work has gone into making it really nice.

    I wonder if the bleach will dye the material and I feel the light shock of maybe having just ruined it. I very quickly, immediately hope not. In my other hand I have a folded up $50 bill. It is for my ride home. I interact with the driver of the Lyft, resolving the whole bleach thing and also follow along with the couple to where they are now walking in a park-like setting with their son. I am explaining to the driver how the visit from the son was a last minute decision and I just could not let the opportunity to see him get by. It almost feels as though I myself have some kind of motherly connection to him, and that I have not seen him in some time.

    As I begin to wake and am embedding all my key words I can see all the M’s ( mountain, movie, man.. ) and additionally hear the word Maria. I begin scanning deeper into my dreams, while at the same time not wanting to lose any of what I have already collected. I decide to leave it at this.


    December 14, 2022

    Point consciousness. giving guidance. exploring a Lifechanyuan community

    I am point consciousness with Jena, a girl from another board who has been through a very challenging time and now lives in an Intentional community in China that has been labeled by the current government as a cult ( Lifechanyuan ). She was recently thrown into a mental institution by her own family for believing in this way of life. I am helping her to understand their potential panic, showing her “no more family” is one of the communities highlights. The community extends itself beyond “personal” family and into “community” family. New babies, for instance, are raised not by the biological parents but by the community. Not everyone is ready for the extents of such an idea.

    We are hovering above a desk in a kind of office, it is a little cubby area that serves as an office. There are index cards enclosed in sheer envelopes that have various foods written on them that show what people are eating. Someone wants to see inside. I feel it would be a breach of privacy to open the sealed envelopes. They are sheer enough, though, to read right through some of them and some of what is written is being inspected. One of the index cards is much larger and the writing upon it child-like. We shift over into a laundry room. The room is very clean and bright. A large window lights the whole space, inside there are a few young women and a single washer and dryer.

    The laundry is a task I myself begin to perform. I am washing bedding, blankets. I am shifting a load over from the ample sized washer to the dryer and having some difficulty reading the gauges. I ask for some help. One of the girls comes and takes over the task while another is drawing my attention back into the washer. I look inside to see an entire case of canned foods has been placed inside. I didn’t do that. Who would do that? I am trying to solve the mystery when I begin to wake.

    Note: I feel that I am being given information that could be of assistance if passed on to Jena,
    food and washing ( cleansing ) seems to be at the central crux of it.


    December 12, 2022

    Making off with a carved wooden box, chased all night long

    Dark clouds and rain today.

    As I wake in the morning it is groggily through an accompanied, very deep inner fog/heaviness.

    I remember earlier in the night making off with a carved, 12″ x 9″ wood box. It is not mine but I am making away with it. I cannot see why but a man, middle-aged with dark hair is coming after me for it. This is the first of multiple chases through the night. Later in the night I am chased again. During the chase there are thoughts running through my mind relative to working with others to get away ( there are others also being chased ) or going it alone. I am seeing the advantage in hiding myself by going it alone. I am making my way through a series of tall trees as this is playing out. In the end, though, I am caught. Some man I do not recognize, which could be the same man from before has me in his apartment and in his control. There is a knock at the door. He tells me to answer to it. I open the door and breaking into a run shout out the two females standing here to run away–now!–as fast as they can. This is as far as I can still see into this circumstance. I have a really hard time fully waking *all day today.


    December 11, 2022

    Body work. working on injured areas. family council

    Exhausted I wake at 2am to the smell of skunk ( IRL ). It is so strong, so awful I can’t get back into a good sleep for hours. I keep wondering why I am being bombarded by so many bad smells as of late. When the alarm set for work goes off I am no where near ready to wake. My dreams are fragmented to bits—

    There is a man. We are in his apartment. He is tall, well built, and has dark brown hair. We are sharing/exchanging body work. We are working on our injured areas. I explain why I don’t want to wear my glasses, the swelling and the indentions at the side of my head, having to wear them at an angle which you are not supposed to do. In the living room something begins falling from the outside into his apartment. I get him and say he is going to want to see this. It doesn’t surprise him very much and he doesn’t seem to investigate beyond an initial observance. I myself can’t figure out where it could possibly be coming from. It is like it is raining particles of nature, dirt and leaves, etc.. from the outside into the inside but there seems to be no opening in the ceiling or roof that would explain this. I, myself investigate. Later—

    I think I am at my brother Jason’s ( this is a first! ).

    There are a lot of chairs set up in the living room. Because I am there, there are not enough for everyone.—everyone is very respectful of the chair that has been allotted to me. Even when I get up no-one else moves to sit in it. I am walking some odd, random objects outside to air dry/clean. One of them is a sleep mask. There are a couple of these. One them looks way too small to fit me, it is black and looks like a cat mask. I am wanting to give it to someone.


    December 10, 2022

    Off planet human trafficking

    I know by the tone of their voice something challenging is about to happen. I have asked, roughly 30 minutes prior to going in for the night about the black cubed structure hanging off the back of my left calf. Not quite remembering this, I say “yes I am ready”. And then, “I think I am ready.”

    As I first come alert it is to a young man, in a kind of slum, he is imprisoned in a way here. He is interested in having sex wit me. This is a confined space and everyone is packed into very close quarters. I am aware of the conditions, I am concerned about the bugs *mostly the bed-type bugs that are likely to be here. Upon closer inspection it is cleaner that what what you might think it would be, but still dark, dirty, unclean comparatively. There are nicer areas around. He tries to move us to one of them. Really he has only the one thing on his mind. I tell him outright I will be keeping it myself for right now and for some time. It is way too soon for something like this. I am letting him kiss me but this is as far as I intend to let it go.

    There is another female here who is with the ones in charge. She is pretty and dressed very nicely. She really wants this young man. He wants nothing to do with her. He is focused fully on me. He is not happy when I tell him what I just have. There is a gang of others who are around him, who are here with him. Young men, young boys, they all seem roughly 18. They are a tough lot but really harmless enough. The scene is shifting. Now I see a whole bunch of tall potted trees. They belong to the man who is now here. I get the same lower element energy from him as I did in the slum. He wants to control me. I do try to merge into the scene with the idea to help water the trees. But this is not good here. It really isn’t good. It feels like a kind of controlled experiment. It feels dark, like off planet human trafficking, this is what is coming to me as I observe the scene from a bit above. There are alternating colored lights that back-light the whole area. It looks like it is on a craft that feels to be in space.

    As I write this it is just 12:27am. I am going back in.

    Note: an hour later I am still not able to fall back off. When I wake next it is in shock to my alarm.
    Subsequent data is lost. No time for re-entry. It is a work day.


    December 9, 2022

    Germs and genes commingling, body scan, existing conditions

    A lodge out in the woods. Germs and genes commingling. The idea of something like a virus thrown into a room full of people ( I myself am in that room ). I am asked if I think there is any value in this. I say “yes.. it shows how the consciousness, mind and brain are working behind the various programs they are running.” I am watching myself inside the long rectangular shaped room with the group of others. I seem very fit and robust. In a single step I leap up onto the table in front of me and do a sort of dancer’s reach/extension of the arms and legs. I do this repeatedly. My hair is tied and parted in such a way that I notice a slight widening in the part, ie: thinning of the hair up through the crown. As this experience progresses I find myself realizing that these conditions – germs and genes commingling – is what saves ( not kills ) humanity.

    Next dream : I am riding a tall, old fashioned bicycle. Another rider, a male on a more modern bike almost does not see me coming. I announce my presence as I, unable to stop the thing awkwardly go by. He has seen me just in time and gives me the right of way but then I circle back around, park and get off the bike to engage with the people here. I mostly talk with the male who is ( or was ) on the other bicycle but there is a woman here, too. I have no further details.

    I get up to use the bathroom.
    This is the second night in a row that I have repeatedly had to pee in the night.

    The next time I wake I am on a walk and talk. There has just been a body scan. A computer generated voice has just told me how I am likely to die and is now telling me about 2 existing conditions in the rectum. It is saying neither of them is fatal. It is the final word that ultimately catches my attention down in the scene. I turn back to address the matter to see I have just come down off a craft. I can no longer reach the craft, nor see who I am talking to in the scene.

    The juncture has caused me to start waking into physical space.


    December 8, 2022

    German woman. dies. OBE: full physical merge

    I have a highly superimposed structure of timelines.The main, or central layer of the structure is a woman. She is German, or possibly Austrian, both these ideas are present within the timeline. She is approximately 45 years old and it is circa 1945. She is, petite-ish, quite slender, has short blonde hair and is dressed in fitted light brown clothing. She is in a process of trying to get to ( of all places ) Pittsburg. She has a very large force, which I feel is her own Guidance system working against her because they know she will not make it. The obstacles they are putting before her are enormous. She is absolutely determined, though. It is where she dies in the process that I am centering myself in order to still see as much as I can.

    She is on a ship, there is a storm, or possibly the waters are just very rough.
    The vessel is old and not very sturdy.

    The crew know that they have to tie themselves down to the ship if they don’t want to be thrown over. The woman is coming up behind one of the men. He is tall, handsome, also blonde. He shows her how he has tied his leg down to the ship and the woman is now doing the same. Once they are through this particular leg of the journey I see the man in another location. He is on land and looking out over the water. He is still aware of the woman who came to stand behind him on the ship. They are both in a mental conversation. She herself is standing right here with him and is just coming to realize as she says to him “I didn’t make it, did I?” The man is nodding and saying “no you didn’t.”

    I see the man’s timeline, activity throughout his life, there is a connection to the military and government but I have let most of that data go *a timeline of my own is more important. I, myself, am trying to get somewhere. I am trying to get to Las Vegas. There is a time element. At the same time as there always seems to be assistance available to help me, the structure itself is not functioning properly at my own command. The assistance is required to make it do so. I am trying to catch a plane, it is coming down to the wire. I am doing everything I can in order to get there on time but it doesn’t seem I am going to make it. I do not know whether I do or not, the last instant is blocked from my immediate view.

    I get up to use the bathroom IRL, for the third time tonight.
    When I lay back down it is just past 5am.

    As I begin waking two sleep cycles later I am in a general state of awe over what has been happening. The most real experience of being merged within another person I have ever experienced. I am —physically— inside a young high school girl. She is maybe 17 years old, just a tad heavy and has very thick medium length brown hair. I have been walking around the school with her friends, interacting with one of her teachers, almost in a state of not believing what I am experiencing. I have never experienced this so fully at the physical level before. While here, I have access to additional levels of everyone’s manifest state; I have access to their psychic fields where there is an additional level of communication and interaction with everyone. What they say and do here is more instantaneously genuine that what we tend to let through in the physical field.

    The teacher here is a physical education teacher.

    He is young himself, maybe just 30, sandy colored hair, everyone likes him, he hangs out with the students more than most other teachers. He is saying there are two things he will not talk about ( I am not remembering what they are ) but am asking him why he will not. On the psychic level he is saying because there is no forgiving what he has done. The statement has to do with his marriage coming to an end. I do not delve deeper into this into what happened.

    Back in the locker room I am inspecting myself ( this young girl ) very closely in the mirror. She herself is not here, I am fully animating this body. I am emitting out to her, though, that I will take very good care of it while I am here. I am looking at my forehead. I am thinking it is a bit small, but as I begin pushing the hair back to see it more fully I see it is not so small, perhaps just a bit. There is so much hair, and a lot of short baby hair around the hairline. She has a portion of the hair, high on each side of the head pulled into ponytails, and a section to the front of these in clips. I am removing the clips, doing what I can to look a bit less “teenager”.

    The girls are starting to leave the locker room and as one of them begins asking me a question about something one of us was supposed to prepare for class I file in line with them. I do not know the answer to the question she has asked, I haven’t gotten down accessing this person’s mental field for these things yet but I do my best to feign remembering as I say I don’t think it was me this week who was supposed to prepare the thing. I am beginning to wake. My friend is easily accepting my response as we all head off. I am realizing I don’t even know my name. The moment the realizing comes, though, at the front of my mind is the name Gina. I think I am either Italian or Greek.


    December 7, 2022

    Crystals, war and collapse. Sandy is studying in my bed

    When first waking I am not seeing very far into my dreaming.

    I do the standard routine, roll to my left put my crystals place and ask “what am I dreaming?” Immediately I see I have been aware of one scene in particular the whole while. I am not seeing very far into it but I am with a girl who is roughly in her 30s, has brown hair and works with crystals. The entire scene appears as though I am looking through my tiny fluorite crystal ( it is all very blue-green ). In another area I am seeing myself put on my blue and white striped tank top, usually it is a quite fitted tank top but here it is near swimming on me and I am trying to figure out the differential ( ie: why ). Prior to this I had been talking to a man, but I don’t even bother going into all that. The hypnogogs currently in play are nice and have the bulk of my attention. They are morphing from one scene to another to another. Most are war scenes, destruction, collapse. Then from nowhere two white long winged birds fly up from the ground and catch a beautiful airstream. My attention is wafting with them through the sky. The next thing I know,–

    Sandy, my sister ( deceased ) is studying in my bed. I know it is my bed because it has my old quilt on it, the one I first bought when I was just 20 years old. She has 3 piles of books stacked high on the far side side and is preparing to dive in. The books are for college level courses that she is taking. I am telling her I admire her effort but I just can’t do that anymore myself. I am just not interested in any kind of class well enough to study. It is the aspect of starting something all over again from scratch that I am most referencing. It just seems that I am too old for it. We are discussing this back and forth when I say to her “you know, I still have to sleep in that bed.” She says she knows, but she isn’t taking any action to move the books to her own space. She is saying that she will …when I begin to wake.

    * * *

    Note: I am coming back to write this because as I was just contemplating all this data together it occurred to me this whole thing has been a message from my sister, informing me of her potential return to Earth-space. Now or in the very near future. That this may be a time of impending war. I did see the uniforms, I am going to investigate and see if I can find a match. I feel this is telling me where she plans to surface on the globe. My immediate instinct/feeling is Poland.


    December 6, 2022

    OBE: Vortices, A Natural-Technology Symbol

    It is late into the 4am hour and I am screaming myself awake.

    Yonatan’s symbol is at the epicenter of the experience.

    Yonatan posted this on our forum board yesterday. I immediately see the sun, light, and two people/beings/energies dancing/twirling/spinning and I see the numbers 0, 1, 2 and 8

    Read the whole experience here. <– 🕊


    December 5, 2022

    Medical questionnaire. exam. given free reign on board possible craft

    The experience starts out with a medical questionnaire.

    I am being asked more than 100 questions by a female someone in a white lab coat. She is sitting across the table from me. I don’t know how to answer a lot of her questions, which I can see in clusters all at once. I tell her I do not go to doctors, or have exams or tests, so I do not know the answers to what she is asking. A physical body examination comes next but I white wash all this out. My mind is free-floating through the environment, which I have also white-washed out to a substantial degree. I feel this is not so much a matter of not being able to handle it, but in order to retain as much other more relevant detail as possible. I am given free rein of the place.

    At the moment I am happening upon a group of people who are all talking amongst themselves. I am not recalling the exact subject but it is an esoteric conversation about the universe. They then begin talking about a particular skill one of the girls has developed which involves working with squares. I see them in my mind as black and white, and what it is she does with them. My mind is blown. I invite myself into the dialogue, saying “it is just fascinating the unique and vast array of skills the awakening ones are coming back with.” It just seems there is no end the newness and uniqueness of the various capacities. This conversation lands me in the company of a highly unique looking woman who looks partly hispanic and part black, possibly aboriginal. She is telling me of an elder grey female being she sees with me.

    As we walk off from the group with one another I am interested to hear what she has to say about the being and am telling her there are thousands here with me. It intrigues me that she has picked up on the particular being that she has. I am beginning to suspect that this woman and the being she is keying in on are related. At this point in our conversation we are approaching a cliff and beginning to walk over the edge of it. The terrain is desert, rather barren and is lit in deep reds and browns. Even the woman seems more other-worldly than local. The whole spectrum of this night’s experience has, I would say that I have been on a craft.

    The woman has walked me into a small group of 3 other women. They are packing up their gear, like they have just finished up a conference and are getting ready to head out. I am introduced to them and the woman out in front begins asking me questions. She is pretty and has auburn colored hair. From her questions I begin to understand. I say, “oh I see, you do interviews.” I begin telling her about the crystals and the crystal work. I tell her I don’t know anyone else who is doing this, working this particular capacity as an actual technology, and that I would like to see more people honing the skill. I get the idea my energy and meaning are at first incorrectly taken.

    There is a feeling of having to explain myself more accurately each time this happens.

    It happens not just once but on multiple occasions.


    December 4, 2022

    Actively trying to go out of body

    Following a few sets of dreams I recall one area where I am attempting to have an OBE, applying a technique simply called “looking”. I am with another female in this area and it is hard to tell whether this is a guide who is helping me, or if it is me who is teaching this to her. It is both.


    December 3, 2022

    A sunrise and morning meeting at the beach

    Body exhaustion again in the night. I wake multiple times to find that the cavity of my mouth has been sucked dry of all moisture. This is a common occurrence when I am being taken. I am too body tired to look in to see but in the morning as I am waking—

    I am at the beach, it is night. I have parked my car right on out in the sand. I do not see this until later in the experience but I have parked right up against a waterfall-like water feature. So close that I do not see how I could have even gotten out of the car. So close that I am now hoping I do not get sucked in. Again it is my old car, Goldie, not my new car, Soir. I am seeing all this as I am walking along the boardwalk as the sun is rising. I am with a man who I am talking to but all my attention is now shifting from him back to my car. I go out there onto the sand and arrive just as beach security has also arrived, they are preparing to move Goldie for me but as they see me arrive they stop their activity and instead let me get in to move her manually myself. As I shift inside the car they all end up in here with me. Two males and one female.

    They are all very cool, and one of them very playful. This one has gone into a small bunk area above and gotten comfortable. He is now toeing me with his foot suggestively. I am nice about it but tell him I am not interested. He seems okay with my reply. The activity between us all continues until the very end of the experience when I see have shifted outside the vehicle and am standing on the sand, again with the man who I first found myself speaking with on the boardwalk. He is nicely, casually dressed and comes from significant wealth. His already dark skin is bronzed and his clothing crisp and clean. There is a light breeze blowing. He has a full living room set-up out here on the sand. We are preparing to sit and converse more as I begin intuitively knowing my alarm is about to go off—I am beginning to wake.

    I quickly scan all the areas of activity and embed what I can before I do so,
    then immediately make my log.

    This is all for tonight.


    December 2, 2022

    Time collapsing. Mount Rushmore, Abraham Lincoln

    It is another strenuous night of a lot going on in the body, *this has been going on a solid week now. The feeling of exhaustion has the better of me in the morning, I am unable to reach through and grab onto anything at all. All I have is the hypnogogic imagery coming through in my 30+ minute attempt to collect data. The first thing I begin seeing is something like all of time,–and then the frames [ time ] all collapsing onto itself. Quite shocking, in a way, but I am in pure observer mode and purely neutral *not emotional. This lasts only the moment which it takes me to see. Now, in black and white I see President Abraham Lincoln, specifically as carved out and away from the other [ 3 ] presidents on Mount Rushmore. I have a nice long look while the energy embeds.


    December 1, 2022

    A homey office, doing business, more contact

    I am in an office building.

    It feels this way mostly because there are two men in particular who do business here. I know them both well. I feel very comfortable and at home here. There are multiple environments superimposing. The space is very much in flux. For the most part, though, I am visually in a comfortable, casual, living room style office. I have worked here for some time. There are two females I detect in the environment. One of them has just arrived, she is new. I am familiarizing her with the area and introducing her around. I am telling her she will meet my sister, Sandy, tomorrow, who will be here to fill in for a day. [ I have the conscious thought that Sandy has again showed up in my dream space and wonder why she is visiting so much right now ]. There is a male figure who is here, who is behind all this activity— he is standing in an open and dimly lit space that is somewhere else entirely. He is backlit by a single light.

    Of all the others who are here I single him out and come in for a long, really close-up look. He also is in flux. His facial features are somewhat static but everything else, his clothing, hair, etc.. are presenting in various formats representing the past, present and future. He has an appearance somewhat similar to Dr. Phil, only with very long, thin, straight light brown hair. This is the feature I first find so curious. The hairline seems to start further back than it more normally does on humans. I see brown robes superimposed into the mix of what he is wearing. He is standing perfectly still, allowing me to come in very close to observe him.

    The closer I come in to him,
    the more the colors and lighting are bringing to mind an ET who has recently come through to us.

    There is a strong association to be sure. I am so close, but cannot quite shift consciously on board his craft.


    This is Lox. - you can read about him here


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    Dream Data: January 2023

    The month of January 2023 has been a doozy. So much began happening that I had to drop my personal curiosities and questions for now and just let myself be directed into what Inner being feels the need to show me at this time ( which is considerable ). As you can see from the titles of the events experienced this month there is a good deal of data coming through on the Earth, past and future humans, global events, collapse, earthquakes, EARTH CHANGES. As well as rapid healing and the processing old wounds. All of which ties in together for those in the know, preparing to survive in the coming times and achieve a successful “death’, one in which we carry memory with us ( rather than fall again into the cycle of forgetting ) when the times comes.

    Elvis features heavily, I am also beginning to be told who I am — and the month ends on a bang with the stunning, starkly simple message that “God is fatal”. I make it back with some riveting detail on the meaning of this but we will have to keep our eye peeled on the coming month to learn more. The storyline data is getting exciting indeed.

    How this will all conclude lays ahead.

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    Dream Titles
    • Rapid healing, accelerated learning, feline born into my home
    • Global event, out in space, on another planet
    • Collapse, couple, wall, border line, ( the butt crack of America )
    • Teams of three ( 3 ), live experiments, being studied
    • Earthquakes, Earth changes, increasing impetus to move
    • Earth changes, maps
    • Leaving crystals with hotel security
    • Uniting with Jesus, miracle
    • Elvis, a physical reunion
    • Overseers, outside influence
    • Guidance to take two weeks off for a special project
    • Ancient feature on ancestral humans
    • I give my 2-week notice
    • Disaster maps, the shift, Bret and Heather Weinstein, Initiation
    • Elvis continues to come
    • Inside Graceland
    • Discovery during desert patrol
    • I am reminded to get a broom ( <– repeating dream theme )
    • A massive download and renewed understanding
    • Evacuation, money, looking for a book
    • I am told who I am
    • Scientific advancement, metallic mechanical orb
    • Processing old wounds
    • A beautiful Fall day, fun-filled friendly feelings, ( floating egg )
    • Near future humans
    • Deep data exchange, Cliff High
    • The transition back into the waking state
    • Angels and demons; how will humanity ever comes to terms with itself
    • Message, “God is fatal”


    January 31, 2023

    Message, “God is fatal”

    From a dead sleep the brainwaves roll momentarily through beta. I can feel, but see nothing of my dreams so naturally reach for my crystal and mentally say “dreams” to make a quick inquiry into them. A voice shoots through the sentence “God is fatal”. ( It is an energetically male voice ). “What the heck” I think to myself. “Who is this?” I ask. I now get an instantaneous physical manifestation. The smell of cologne wafts through the room. It is a physical manifestation. I can smell this with my physical senses. I am testing this, taking the scent in a few times. I almost can’t believe the anomaly is so close to my physical space. I test a few times, trying to see if I can identify the particular scent and who is putting it through. Whoever it is, is right here.—right here in the room with me. I get a prompt to check the clock, the time is 4:11am, *the moment before the date of my birth.

    As I am doing all this I am remembering Larry, a good friend who was my roommate in Laughlin, NV when I first went to work in the casinos. He worked security and was in his 50s, I worked as a cocktail server and was in my 30s. Larry passed away about 6 years into our friendship, after I had already moved back into Las Vegas. The whole year following his passing, occasionally he would let me know of his presence by making my whole house smell of Royal Copenhagen, a cologne he wore and that I solely associated with him. He is the only person who has ever contacted me through the use of scent. But the cologne this morning, this is not Larry’s scent. It is light, and quite pleasant, I do like it. “Whose is it?” I wonder, while realizing the crystal in my hand is super hot. “What in the world has made it this hot?” I wonder.

    I decide I had better write some of this down before going back in. As I begin writing, a strong tone comes in through the left ear ( wow ). I listen until it fades, finish what I am writing and as I lay my head back down find myself in a heady, mystical energy, potentially realizing what has been meant by “God is fatal.” It is true that the more Spiritual we become the less 3D physical we become, and in this sense, yes God is fatal. God can also be equated with the word “Truth”, and likewise the truth in many cases can be fatal. The more we seek it the more we can sometimes be made a target. But why am I being told this? I am going back in to see if I can find out.

    Sometime later,—

    I am looking down a black and white grid pattern which seems to spiral down into its center creating a tunnel effect. At its far end it concludes in a singular square shaped space where there is a sitting king ( R ) and standing queen ( L ). They are dressed in matching colors, silks of navy blue, white and brocade gold. The queen’s dress has near the whole of my attention. It speaks of elegance, purity and humility all at the same time. I am very drawn to this, as well as the manner in which the color patterns are laid out. I get such a good look I am certain I will remember this well enough to even draw it myself if needed — but a good deal of the detail has now faded. I am certain I will recognize it, though, if ever confronted by it again. It does seem important. Even of very great importance. This area now gives way to the feel and sensation of a large open field.

    I am lifting a black practice mat off the ground and placing it onto the foot of the bed that is in front of me.

    The first thing I notice is that it came up off the ground with small bits of gravel and dirt. I am distressed at myself for not noticing and getting all this into the bed. I begin dusting it away, sweeping the gravel and dirt off the sides of the bed. With this action, scary black spiders beginning running out of the mat. This startles me but I begin sweeping them all off as well, then set to go after each, one by one, stomping upon them so that no-one has to be concerned of all this when sleeping here later tonight. I stomp two of them right away and am running after two others who I am less successfully catching up with. I run into a man, a young prince, who I alert to the spiders. One of them has just crawled up his boot. He nonchalantly stomps it with his other foot but seems relatively unconcerned about it.

    There is a reality to the characters here, to the environment and what is happening. There is also my own unconscious response to it all, a ‘dreaming’ portion on my part. The prince seems to be patiently waiting for me to come out of my own dreaming portion so that a more direct communication between us can begin. Currently I am still processing all the symbols. There is another queen here, she is accompanied by her female heir apparent; a princess. They are both clothed in red—silk dresses elaborately embroidered in gold, the colors are the same, though each dress is unique. They are a nemesis to me, I would say they are evil but more accurately, simply want me dead. Following a brief bit of activity wherein they come into my view, I see them both board ( first the queen, then the princess ) and go up in a large, elaborate hot air balloon.

    This visual gives way to another and now I am walking up from behind my brother, Derrick. The family house is on our right and we are walking by it. Something has happened. Derrick is asking where all the family photos are, he seems dazed and is saying they cannot possibly live without the photos. I don’t know what has happened here, there is the sense the house has been looted but have some of us also died? It seems we may have.

    I am looking into all this while at the same time, from my conscious mind, thinking I can easily live without hard copy photos. I am beginning to have a conversation with someone from within—and at the same time also beginning to wake.

    The wave toward home takes me. The experience
    and data flow ends here.


    January 30, 2023

    Angels and demons; how will humanity ever come to terms with itself

    It is another rough night of deep body aches and pain *following my weekend work shifts. The discomfort in my body keeps me up until very late ( after 2am ) and wakes me early in the morning ( 8am ). The six hours in between are just gone. No data accompanies me back through the physical and mental anguish. It is important to note here that there is much healing and release occurring in the new level(s) of pain I find myself now experiencing. I will not go into this in any detail yet, but I do fully plan to. I will mention that tonight the pain is keying me to close loved ones who have long since passed from physical life. There are many tears, and a review of myself of sorts, a coming to confront my successes and failures in many of my relationships. For instance with my sister, a dear friend of the past, my pup, Charlie.

    All of this is following having watched the movie “Angels and Demons”. A truly horrifying movie I am certain it is no coincidence came into play. This morning, certain aspects of it are still with me for hours. It is truly uncomfortable, processing the horrors of what human kind are capable of, including ourselves as human. We have done, and experienced well more than most of us will ever care to admit. How will we ever collectively come to terms with all of it. Is it even possible? I am just openly wondering >>> genuinely wondering in the depths of this pit in my stomach. Hours later I am weary, and repeating the word “prophesy” find myself falling back off.—

    I am in a quite surreal scene at the oceans edge.

    It is night, a huge night sky full of stars canopies over me, blanketing near my entire visual field. I am reaching my arms up toward a particular constellation and in a large physical movement, acting as though pulling something down and slamming it here on the planet. I am repeating the action again, and then again, it feels so good. Then my consciousness is free-floating. I inevitably find myself merged, in an embodied state. I feel with a young male who has long-ish sandy blonde colored hair. I am reclining on a beach chair with a big open bag of chips at my left side and something else on my right, a tool of some sort I think that is involved in the action ( I have just performed ) and activity I am involved in here when I begin to feel something sharp penetrating my upper right arm. Someone is attempting to give me a shot, to inject something into my arm.

    Somehow I know to dematerialize myself fast, so that I myself am not injected. I begin this process, gleaning what I can until I find myself re-materialized somewhere else. It is still night, there is the same huge black-as-night sky full of stars. The same super surreal feeling to my presence here and the environment. I am walking through a backyard fence that is made of wide wooden planks to where there are some curious little beings huddled together.

    My attention is zooming in to investigate this, they are situated around the base of a lone tree in a mostly dirt yard. I am just beginning to see them a bit more clearly, from closer in more detail when again I start to feel a needle going into my arm. “What is going on with this?” I find myself ( consciously ) wondering. This is actually the THIRD time I have now alerted to this sensation.

    I am dematerializing myself again and end up in the shift back toward physical space.

    In the shift I am being shown something. I am discovering, or being handed, a string with a few items attached. One of them is a small, thin sewing needle, another is an even larger needle ( much larger ) , and the third is an item I have never seen before. It is black and silver, I am looking at this trying to figure out what it is and what it does when a contemporary looking human woman with light blonde hair begins telling me. I am struggling to understand it is so horrific. It is a kind of torture tool used on animals, it goes up into the foot into the leg. I can only hear so much, what is being said is causing such a schism. My state of cognitive dissonance is extreme. I am in an energy of shock, horror and disbelief. Something unusual, well beyond my level of comprehension has occurred this night.


    January 29, 2023

    The transition back into the waking state

    I m trying to catch the last leg of my flight back home.

    The previous leg dropped me at a small airport but I can’t seem to find the area where the flights depart. I calm myself by taking note that if I miss the flight I can always drive myself the last leg. I am told it will take 7 hours to drive, this is longer than what I had thought. Outside the airport building a helper tries to assist me. She brings me back in and gets my tickets all in order. When she hands them to me I see the flight departs at 1:32 am, but that it is already 1:42am. She doesn’t think this will be a problem and begins walking me back toward the departing gates.

    Now I am with Donnyji, on the street outside his house. As we are walking up the side of the house toward his back yard where he has a garden of fresh growing vegetables, two police cars race to stop in front of the house. This does not surprise him, he is always getting harassed instead of the real criminals. The police officers exit their cars and Donny walks us all back into the garden. The first thing I see is a bed of cauliflower. Inspecting them I see something like little tiny black bugs infesting their tops. I try to take one of the heads with me for the flight home but inevitably ditch the bag due to the bugs. As I am beginning to wake, I am with a black man. As we are talking I am cleaning a drawer out of its garbage food contents. I don’t know why. I just feel like I want to leave it all the way clean for him.


    January 28, 2023

    Deep data exchange, Cliff High

    I am hand cutting with scissors small bits of green bell pepper and bacon to use ( instead of nickels ) to play the video poker machines. Cliff High is here with a helper, he is handicapped and in a wheelchair and is playing two double sets of machines at a time. Behind the scenes ( and in the scene ) we are in a process of deep data exchange. We are finishing up here and are going to get a bite to eat. Cliff has invited me, it feels there is also a third party ( female ).

    I am going to use the bathroom first. Once back in the stall I lay my purse on the floor, before thinking twice about that and finding a hook upon which to hang it. There is an attendant back here, Robert from the typical sceptic podcast. There is another data exchange. The bathroom is superimposing with the tables at the eatery, Robert is serving and ringing us up. Although sitting at separate tables, I tell him I am with Cliff and that we are all on the same receipt. He is seeing to fixing the separate receipts he rang as I begin to wake.

    Earlier in the night I am in a house. It is not the house where I work but similar to it there are a lot of dogs and a couple cats. There is a young female here who I am interacting with. I am wanting to spend more time with the cats. She is directing that something be done with the dogs so the cats are not discouraged from approaching me. I am swimming in deep energetic levels of inner communication here also. The whole environment is literally this.


    January 27, 2023

    Near-future humans

    I am taken, one after another to future humans who live a generation down the timeline. It is hard to believe they are down our own timeline and not some parallel reality. They are struggling in various ways due to the decisions we ourselves are making right now. The format of the discussions is almost like an interview, they are explaining certain circumstances to me only I feel I am receiving this information telepathically more through the etheric than physical field.

    One of the women is tall and thin, she has long, thin brown hair.

    She is more fortunate than most in that she has more resources than most, even still, her home is barely comparable to perhaps a nice 2-bedroom apartment. Her body is in constant pain from some kind of neurological disorder. She has a small device in her hands that she orally draws some kind of ‘medication’ from every few minutes as we talk. The device is roughly the size of a thin bar of soap, is off-white in color with an electric blue strip near to across the top which is backlit in electric blue light. She would not be able to function, to even sit here or live without this and with it, it is not much of a life. It does not dull her senses, it does something to her cell receptors which allows her to live for a moment with far less pain.

    The next woman I am taken to is in a group of others, there is a male near to her who may be a partner or spouse. She is roughly 50 years of age, which is slightly older than the last woman who appeared in her early 40s. She has short hair, what used to be blonde hair, and looks more like an elderly person. We are somewhere outside the woman’s home, somewhere like a blood bank, only it is set up outdoors and it is where people come to have something injected into them their bodies need but is no longer available as a food source. Whatever that food source was, the derivative of which is in these infusions, it is looked way down upon.

    There is a great deal these people are not admitting to themselves, in order to justify what it is their bodies do still need even just to survive. The woman is in the middle of one of these justifications now as she is explaining to me what she is of these infusions, their necessity, how often they are needed, which seems may be as often as bi-weekly. Visually we seem almost in an alley behind a brick building. It is very clean, though, and the day is quite sunny and bright. I am not sure how much of this environment is actual and how much is the woman’s own feelings.

    _____________________


    Just prior to all this happening there is a female here in my space with me, she is rubbing an ointment of some sort on dry skin patches I have started to develop. She is working on the one that is on the posterior side of my right thigh. When I come alert to her presence, and what she is doing, I point out another and ask if she will help with that one also. I then fall off into the above experience.


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    Dream Data : February, 2023

    It has been quite a month.

    The really big thing that happened is that I finally got Covid. It came on the first week of the month, and as I sit here now, on the last day of the month I am still working on processing it all the way out of my body. I mention this only because my dream state has been highly affected. As has been the impetus to bring data back with me from the fields. The energy and the impetus have seemed themselves under attack. It has been a highly strange experience. One I hope to not have to repeat. There are 6 full days this month I chose to bring back no data at all, and multiple logs showing how my consciousness state was being reduced to very dark areas and confrontations. <– this is the reason I chose to not log on many days, it was becoming a burden and just too much, along with the prolonged sickness and symptoms. I found myself torn from the consciousness work as a whole. My will toward my own self expression was significantly reduced. All this said, the month has been a success for me and my normal is now gradually returning.


    Dream titles
    • Sorrow, loss of life, deep unprocessed emotional release
    • Root center vortex, aquatic fetus
    • Oddities throughout the night
    • Warmth and cold, equalizing
    • Infiltration, intrigue, double-cross
    • Contact through color code
    • Face-off with covid
    • Mist, free floating consciousness, tone
    • All white future gym, naked man sculpting
    • Dark, death, shadow-lands, succubus, rooftop rescue
    • Notes, the naming of the nail
    • Schoolyard, holding a dog, toning
    • My own book
    • Arcturian contact
    • The lure of the negative path
    • Deuteronomy
    • Pursued by giants
    • Young Elvis, nature and the elements, eliminating the divide
    • An object of observation
    • Physical exercise obstacle course, an attempt to wake me up
    • The choice to not adapt
    • Life after 4700 years
    • People pairing up, the positive and the negative

    February 28, 2023

    People pairing up, the positive and the negative

    Elvis continues to make cameo appearances near nightly in my dreams.

    Tonight I am trying to set him up with Melanie Stone, the actress who played a necromancer in the movie series Mythica. I notice they both have black hair, light skin and are highly attractive, I feel they will make a good and pleasing match,—but Elvis continues to both choose and prefer me. In the last part of this scene we are all sitting at an outdoor, round glass topped table while talking. Melanie is making mistakes, including wearing a blouse that is cut far too low. In her errors she is shifting in her appearance to an older woman in her late 30’s early 40s with shoulder length blonde hair. The shifting in her appearance is shifting the whole landscape and now we are at a house.

    There is an afternoon yard party taking place, many potential couples are present. The woman has left her purse in the house, where I alone have stayed. It is open on top, I see something interesting in there, reach in and inspect it to find that it is an elegantly decorated fingernail. The colors are done up in neutrals, clear lacquer at the base, navy blue at the tips, gold inlay between with a gold stud. When she and a male come back into the house the woman is told I have entered the purse. I reiterate what occurred, just as it happened. I jokingly say that before seeing the fingernail I saw the box of chocolates sitting on top. She aligns with my sense of humor.

    Someone reaches into the purse and pulls out an exceptionally large, black automatic gun. It is now handed to me. I hold it and make like I am shooting, only I am intentionally holding the thing upside down just to be funny. The day is turning to night and I am beginning to do simple exercises with the use of furniture items, following suit behind another woman who has begun to do the same. One of the movements is an upward facing plank that dips into a bit of a backbend, only the sofa I am using has has a back to it and I am not able to go very far into the backbend. The woman points this out and I begin telling her that I am not doing these exercises to lose weight, or to get skinny or even into better shape. I am doing them to help lessen chronic pain. So even going into the movements to a minimal degree with help with this.

    I wake again to the song:
    🎵 The green, green grass of home


    February 27, 2023

    Life after 4700 years

    A medical building. Schoolyard. City. In the medical building we are discussing Terry. Showers. Driving him to the beach. In the schoolyard a woman, an interface sharing information with me is smoking what looks like a bud, a horizontally positioned L-shaped joint. She shows me the city. My mouth is agape and I feel fear. I have the knowing, “life after 4700 years.” Note: it may not seem so, but this is the condensed version of an enormous injection of data shot through me as a direct experience. This is all I can say of it at the moment.


    February 26, 2023'

    The choice to not adapt

    It is a shocking realization. I am down on a planet, various males are informing me of their lack of ability to eat certain things they see I myself I am eating. They feel they are purer. Everyone is hurrying about, it seems these people are under some kind of attack. As I am hurriedly taking in all this information, prior to shifting out I am emotionally emitting “I had to adapt!” I am realizing these people have made the choice to not adapt ( not change ). The implications this realization is having on me is profound *relative to what is happening on our own planet at present with AI.

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    Working with consciousness states.
    Daily recall.

    Dream Data : March, 2023

    Increasingly, as the years go by, as I continue to draw from the Inner fields daily, there is less and less distinction between the “out of body” and “dream” state. I am regularly accessing what I call REAL data—data pertaining to incarnational, planetary lifetimes >> sometimes this one, sometimes others. These monthly logs are filed as “dream data” but it is important I make this note, many of the events I experience directly in first person. I enter, and am often able to consciously re-enter them even years later. — they remain present and intact.

    I am beginning to glean with more regularity within some of my experiences that I am being observed. At times these observers step into the experiences and there is direct interaction with them. This latter event is rare but it does happen. The themes coming through most strongly this month are 1) the future, future probabilities 2) connection, meeting, gathering and 3) downfall, system and societal collapse. Is this what is on the Mind of the human collective? Is it what is coming? Are we subconsciously, and sometimes consciously picking up on it?

    It does feel so to me.

    Two more quick notes. Mid-month I began feeling the impetus to begin a new consciousness experiment.
    It is something Inner being began and I just picked up on.

    To come at it more consciously from my own position I began devising it as a consciousness experiment. It is something I have long wanted to focus and work on, — bringing information in the form of dialogue back with me. Dialogue, guidance, detailed information tends to take up a lot of space. Too much space, all said. It is the first thing most of us tend to let go of, in order to embed concepts and symbols which carry far more of an overall experience than mere dialogue *which fractures easily in the frequency shifts between the expanded/non-local state of consciousness and our more local state.

    The whole thing is still in the set-up process, but the idea is to pass messages through the etheric for me to bring back to physical space. I have asked to work with one specific being, I have asked that we consciously meet. The meeting place is still being decided, but I like the idea of a classroom, or wooden park bench. I have asked that it be consistent throughout the length of the experiment—the same being, the same meeting place. I would enjoy this experience more than I can say and do hope we can move on this right away. Which brings me to a second note. Synchronously with this new Insight/idea, I find myself, after all this time, – finally – developing a decided interest in Inner Earth. Telos, the Agarthan Network. The timing can be no coincidence.

    Dream Titles
    • Alabama after the (coming) war
    • Mantra to open the portal to the dream fields
    • 4D Earth, “the green green grass of home”
    • Readying for prolonged contact, a new crystal
    • Sleep phenomena
    • Borrowing power, a shaman’s ground testes
    • The downfall of an otherworldly ancestral people
    • A deceased friend reaches out, connection beyond the grid
    • What do they want from me? ( courted by Elon Musk, energy exchange )
    • Different worlds, dance
    • Three men is hazmat suits
    • Frequency future, new system and structures
    • Military operation, marriages between the U.S. and Mexico
    • Premonition or precognition? – shooter, pangolin
    • Facing the past, clearing karma
    • New orders, contract, requires my data and signature
    • A difference in my hair
    • Beach, aliens, the sunset horizon portal
    • Exhaustion takes the day, remnant of an alliance
    • Gathering—connection and data transfers
    • Dreams without scenery, unformed mental environments
    • New experiment, passing data through etheric space
    • Meeting place, discussions, superimposition, group exchange
    • Teaching elephants to survive humans
    • Extraction, alien life-form under the microscope
    • Connectivity in the vibrational state, visions, telepathic communion
    • Offense defense, resolving differences, accepting responsibility
    • A test from Telos, Inner Earth
    • One second after


    March 31, 2023

    One second after

    Tonight I stayed up LATE, until after 2am, unable to put a book down that was recommended to me, titled “One Second After” >> a look at what would likely unfold in the event of an EMP ( electromagnetic pulse ) being detonated over the continental United States. Riveted, I read until I literally could read no more, at which point I fell off into the fields ( of oblivion ). Relative to the time I fell off, I woke early, a mere 5 hours and 45 minutes later. I went in for data but came back an hour later with nothing. I actually felt as though I had overslept, I had to push myself in there for the hour. I have the most ephemeral glimpse of the dream in play. There is a small group of 4 or 5 male ET beings, they are all the same species. I cannot see it clearly but the skin tone is a dark brown. A serious event is in play, one of them is working his way back and forth between some kind of consoles or control panels. They are brave, warriors. They are in a feat of heroically, potentially forfeiting their lives in doing what they now are.—for others.

    Before getting up >>> I ask if there is an anything else that is important to bring back. I see nothing further.

    I ask to be left with a symbol. As it always does, one immediately arises. It is an asymmetrical mud colored collage of faces, indigenous peoples, species and races, on and off world of every kind. They are all dynamically interwoven within one another.


    March 30, 2023

    A test from Telos, Inner Earth

    Every now and again it happens—at the top of the night, at the tail of every 90 minute sleep cycle I fully wake. It can take up to 10 minutes or so to knock back off. When this happens the sleep is very light, I am almost more on the wake side of the veil than the sleep/dream side, no dreaming seems in play. This occurs tonight the first two sleep cycles and I am well into the wee hours before I drop, and stay steadily inside. Once in, I am in a large multi-level Mall. It is not your typical mall, it is more sophisticated, has far more levels, and there are more than just shops >> there are libraries, offices, unearthly artifacts and technologies, spaces that seem more like living quarters, or homes. It would seem I am taking multiple environments ( a craft certainly being one of them ) and condensing them into the single concept of a “mall”.

    It must be that I am being observed and a test in play, *I see this now that I am awake. The obstacle placed in here for me is the idea that there are no bathrooms that can be accessed. I don’t even have a need to use one while in the experience but it goes on for so long that the lack of access begins to unnerve me. It is not just the lack of access alone, it is that there are so few facilities to begin with and they are far from easy to navigate my way to. I can’t figure out what kind of place this large would have so few places a person could go, and then to block access, to boot, just doesn’t make sense. At the onset of the test I ask a woman for directions, the directions are far from clear to me and I ask her if she will take me there. She does so, and even helps me apply to use the bathroom but my application is denied.

    It goes on and on like this through to the morning until
    I am quite literally beside myself.

    Emotionally I ask this little man in a red capsule-shaped pod why they would do this when in the end, when a person has to go they will just have to go anywhere, even right here on the floor. As I am saying this, he himself begins doing it, he is peeing right there inside the pod.

    It is daylight now and I have made my way to the doors leading to the outside of the Mall. I am going to do it, I am just going to find a place outside and pee. I have had enough. It is still nowhere even close to an emergency, I just don’t want one to develop.

    There is some land out here with trees, to the back of which is the large backyard of a house. There are dogs, though, they sense me and begin barking wildly. I can see I will not be able to go here so I turn to head back into the Mall. What I see makes me smile.

    From here I can finally get a sense of where I am. I can see three corners of the Mall, the far end where I think Mom dropped me off. I think I can now navigate through the Mall back to that spot and hook up with her. She will know how to help me.

    The thought is hopeful, and comforting.

    I head back in.

    * * *

    Note: over the past few months I have grown increasingly interested in Telos, Inner Earth and the Agarthan underground network. I seem to be tuning more and more to this. I suspect because I feel something is coming and am looking for a potential pathway to safety. Exiting the above experience it is the first thing on my mind. I can hear the idea of “a test from Telos”. — if indeed so, it would seem not one I passed. Although right on the verge, I am still in the correct frequency state so immediately inquire if I have a connection in Agartha, anywhere within its network…….. ( no ). The answer I’ve received, it must be ( another test ) a redirection of my attention due to the test I’ve just been through. I persist. I ask if there is an Agarthan who will sponsor me, carry me, bring me into Inner Earth. The instantaneous vision I now have is hopeful.

    I am in the white, the white light.. there is an added dimensional texture which frames the white with soft billowy white clouds.

    A long, narrow, gentle and delicate feminine hand reaches in from the left.

    In the palm of the hand is a blue bird.


    March 29, 2023

    Offense defense, resolving differences, accepting responsibility

    An important reminder—again this morning I am shown to receive and hold what comes to me not in my head but with my whole being. This is what allows me to hold more—more of the internal framework of the experience as well as more detail. I know this but do still on occasion need, and appreciate the reminder. I spend a moment quickly shifting back and forth between the two states, feeling the difference and discrete sensations of each. The one is effortless, all information is just always already there. The other, working from the head, in comparison feels a great strain, force is required to access what I wish. This is due to coming at it from the outside, from a distance. While the whole body method is a letting go of this and flipping the perception inside out, to where I myself AM the consciousness field and all is always already in me. Just like in meditation, letting go and letting go and letting go to access a deeper, more fundamental state.

    From here I can instantly see that I have been popping from one location to another repeatedly through the night. I lock onto three of them and re-enter to investigate. In the one I am in a shop with a small group of others, they are mostly all female and of various ages spanning generations. It is daytime but no lights are on in the shop ( as they more usually are ). There is a counter where things are sold, a couple small round tables and chairs and a back room. A few of us are standing in the space between the back room and one of the tables, gradually making our way over to it when mom, standing outside the cracked open front door with a gun in her hand shoots one of the people inside. The person instantly falls to the ground. I cannot see why, but no-one besides me even sees this has happened. I hurriedly shift over to mom and tell her not to shoot any more people. I explain fast that they are people, real people, good people. It is almost more than I can do to get her to believe me. She is aimed to shoot more, but does stop.

    Now I am on a football field with two other players and a coach. We are standing on the running track that circumvents the field. The other two players are working hard, but I can see that I don’t really want to be here. Is that what we are working on? motivation? building my motivation? ( momentum ). It is really all I can see here, my attention goes right to it and drowns out all the rest—the feeling that I don’t really want to be here.

    Now I am with the girls again, this time in a house >>>

    Are these some of the same women from the shop? I think they are. There are two groups of them, there is some kind of friction between them that is holding them apart, I am an intermediary. One of the groups contain two young ladies, they are sisters, one is a few years older than the other, I might guess they are 16 and 19 years of age. The other group contains three women who are all of the approximate age of a mother to these young ladies.

    Taking in the interior of the house, the hairstyles, clothing and colors I would say we are somewhere in the 1950s. What has happened here is that the girls, specifically the younger of the two has relayed a story to one of the mother group in a fashion that has caused her to have some fear for the girls and the fear then caused her to fill in some untruthful gaps which further led her to take action to begin moving the girls into her custody. The girls are not liking this one bit and have gone on the defensive against her.

    Before this whole thing gets out of control, I am here to help show each of the groups what has happened to create the situation, which will hopefully amount to its resolution. First I help the mother figure see that she has taken liberty with the girls story by adding in some things on her own that are not true, — fear is partially to blame, but there are also personality, flawed character components at play. The young girls are happy with me bringing this to light, so I take the opportunity to show them where they themselves are equally responsible. Rather than state the facts as they were, they exaggerated the matter into something far more than it was. Everyone is now beginning to see the house of cards. That no real situation ever existed. One was only made out to be. Both groups see it now.

    * * *

    Before waking I connect and work with Inner being for awhile, asking if there is any more for me to see. I am shown a pencil sketch of something that I am going to attempt to draw. The components are: a sun with 7 rays, an eye over the top, a tunnel leading into the sun, a road leading into the tunnel. I then see this ( all that I know ), our whole world, solar system and galaxy as a single spark/connection point within an enormous neural network.

    We are all far smaller, and grander than we know. It does
    make you wonder what more is out there.


    March 28, 2023

    Connectivity in the vibrational state, visions, telepathic communion

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    Dream Data : April, 2023

    The idea of an alternate-frequency future, the same alternate-frequency future continues to impress upon me. This month I am slipping into it every night, the whole first week of the month. I find it challenging to bring back with me. I return with the awareness of the experience, but the concepts and data it contains are so great that all I can do is let it go and fall into another area of my dreaming. If I could get into a full out-of-body state and shift from it directly back into physical space I know more of its content would come through with me. I am working on this through the month and will continue for as long as the information keeps coming. I notice it does so on the heels of the new consciousness experiment, achieving a regular contact who will pass information on to me in the etheric frequency bandwidth —for me to bring back into physical space. I am looking for more ways/opportunities to support and reinforce my focus in this endeavor.

    I have always had a habit of scanning the fields and condensing data into singular concepts. I may begin to make a point of logging these concepts here forward. They seem to be informing me of something. “Dark” >> the word DARK is presenting itself en masse these past months from both the inner and outer fields. Following it are the concepts of “extraction” and “royalty”.

    >> DARK — EXTRACTION — ROYALTY

    How might I read this?


    Dream Titles
    • A meeting with my new experiment partner?
    • Night sweats, ( an almost fever )
    • Enormous flows of energy, exhaustion
    • Geometrically speaking the “motherload”—john, adventure, treasure, dagger
    • All work and no play
    • Dark, shadows, electrostatic charge
    • Old friends; the elements, the air and the Fae ( a hopeful thought for humanity )
    • Civilization, collapse, passing on my contact numbers
    • Frequency future, alternate society *keeps pressing upon me
    • Pamela Aaralyn contact, acquiring a download
    • International intrigue, Russian girl targeted and pursued
    • Selenite, a hint to clear my field
    • Humanity’s work, finding harmony in dichotomy
    • Superimposing fields, alterations in physical space
    • Again—the health and clearing of my system
    • Something new for me to work on
    • Embedding and the emotional body >> under the microscope
    • Poor sleep hygiene, failure to embed ( 3 “bits )
    • Spiral geometry, apocalypse, art and the ancients
    • Night sweats, healing, the spiritual war and oneness of all things
    • The natural flow of life as it is, big change
    • Walking, hallways, corridors, classes and bathrooms
    • The balance point, on the verge of here, there and everywhere
    • Condensing dreams down into a single symbol, one word says it all
    • Sun, light, water, mud, seeds, planting
    • The Claars and Quaneys, the rate at which family lines are reproducing
    • Anomalies, unusual shifts, shaking things up
    • Debt incurred to the fallen archangels
    • Pirated, ship out at sea, a turning of the tides
    • Royalty, a full facial view


    April 30, 2023

    Royalty, a full facial view

    I carry just one piece of information forward with me, there is no time for further embedding ( it is a work day ). I am “on the line” and being connected with another female. I am being told about her in the background. One thing being said, that stands out to me is how pretty, and even beautiful she is. I see her in a crowd of seated others, in a stadium-like setting and as the orator speaks I get a full face front and profile view of her. The face is angular, with sharp lines, strong features, high cheekbones. The hair is sandy blonde, thick and cut well above the shoulders in a way that frames the face. “If she is pretty”, I am thinking, “it is in a Barbara Streisand sort of way.” I know the orators are referring to her overall energy signature and the extremely high regard in which she is held. She is royalty. Or, let me say, perhaps more accurately, her bloodline is. It seems to me, though, from what I can feel, that she also holds a high station. In a “royal” kind of family. Yet here she is sitting comfortably with the people. In what could be the bleachers around a basketball court. I do not have time to look around and see exactly where we are. I see only her and what is in the immediate vicinity, directly around her.


    April 29, 2023

    Pirated, ship out at sea, a turning of the tides

    I spend a short, but significant enough amount of time observing the people and activity on board a ship that is being overtaken by another. There is a female of high station, the equivalent of a princess who I am mostly observing. In the end, when it is clear there is no escape, the majority of those on board kill themselves rather than let themselves be taken. This female has failed in fully suiciding herself with a guillotine-like device. She is injured but the blade does not take her head. She is taken by those on the other ship. She will now have to undergo a ritual they are calling “the shaming”. She is proud and will not easily become subservient to the other group. She will have to be broken. The men, mostly in good humor are looking forward to this. The woman is already being re-clothed, having her identity shifted and given tasks to perform.

    One of the tasks involves coloring in a hand drafted image of the senior female on board the new ship. The other girls working on this with her are placing their due attention on it, but the captured female, who is of higher station takes over and in a hurried fashion draws outside the lines and makes the hair, which is being colored pink, look a bird-nesty mess. This is exactly what the senior ranking men expected. She is already being told she is only making herself, her own skills look poor by behaving so. She sees the truth in this easily and knows she has to position herself differently, redevise a new strategy. I see her again, acclimating to her new situation, her new clothing, boarding another area of the ship as my alarms for working begin going off. She is wearing leather clothing now, rather than fabrics more feminine. The skirt is short rather than long. It is meant to demean her for a time but she is holding herself above all this. She is acclimating well, more beneficially and fitting to her new position. She is beginning to accept and fit in to the new life.


    April 28, 2023

    Debt incurred to the fallen archangels

    I am meeting up and connecting with Seneca. We have set out to traveling. There are concepts coming through, relative to why I have connected with her, associated with the new water purification filter/system I have recently chosen for myself. It is called “Clearly Filtered“. This information is in the background and I am not accessing it as consciously, or cognitively as I would like but I do see it is at the core of this connection and the experience now in play. At the moment we are in a hotel room with all the dogs and cats. Someone has used the bathroom and I am trying to open a door leaving the screens shut, so none of the animals get out. The scene shifts into the idea of a night club, the scene is bare bones, just a darkened set of rooms with a single table. Patricia bleeds into the scene. ( she and Seneca are both women I currently work with ).

    A young man walks into the scene and comes near to us. He asks for someone to dance with him. Patricia volunteers. She has been drinking. There is something about a money card, which has now become a set of 4 or 5 cards which Seneca arranged to have funds put on but when someone uses them they have to pay back to Entity from which she got these. I don’t want to have anything to do with them. I am doing all I can to steer clear. Some of us have walked out a door, up a set of stairs and through another door into another darkened room. Things get out of hand. I lose a lot of the plot here but know I have lost some of my ( plumb colored ) clothes.

    Water is coming into the scene, *not just a little but a FLOOD. Everyone is trying to get out but things still need to be paid for. I try to vacate the room myself, before it is too late, but have to go back in to re-dress. I have to find my top. Inside the room I climb another set of stairs, the water ( like a thick, fierce energy ) is coming down hard. It is like a tornado in here. I see Seneca’s payment card, which has become 4-5 cards and somehow use them to pay what is required. I get my top on and barely make it out of here. Now back in the room we first started in, Seneca and I are seated and in a heated discussion about the payment cards. She is saying “well I told you this wouldn’t work unless we brought in the fallen archangels.” I am aghast, “you did not tell me that!” I say, “unless it was when the music was playing and I just didn’t hear you.”

    I can’t believe this has happened. I am quite shocked. The jolt is actually so significant it throws me hard and fast back into physical space. I have written as much as I can recall. Save for a brief conversation I had with Patricia about the emotional state of the young man who had asked us for a dance, which was one of lowly desperation. I could see this, too. Patricia said this is why she said yes and danced with him. I thanked her genuinely for doing so.

    As I am waking it is to the song : Solitary Man

    Still. so. good. !!!


    April 27, 2023

    Anomalies, unusual shifts, shaking things up

    The past few day I have been impelled at night, roughly an hour before going to bed to do my 5 minute nitrous oxide dump. It is interesting to me that at this hour I have the energy for it, a good store of energy for it. The five minutes is easy, the movements feel really good to me. More normally at this hour this is very definitely not the case. I would like to see this trend continue. I am mentioning it, notably because it seems to be causing an alteration in my level of awareness in the fields. I am alert – again – to the dreams happening at the top portion and middle of the night. Alert in the moment of them occurring, anyway, they are still challenging for me to hold to any longer than they are actually in play but I do realize this much; I have been dreaming and the dreaming is significant, meaningful, r e a l. It is this way again tonight. I am dreaming and alert to the dreaming in the moment, all night and morning. However, tonight, the shifts toward the beta waves are like a shock, or quick jolt to my system as the conscious mind, in the beta waves rouses to the inner activity. The data quickly vanishes and is gone. Three times this happens tonight. And, this is interesting, worth noting >> at each interval at which it does, what must have been roughly 1am, 4am and 7am it seemed as though it should have been much later ( in real time ) than it was. It is unusual for this to happen, and unheard of so many times in a row in a given night. I aim to look more into this to get a better look under the hood.


    April 26, 2023

    The Claars and Quaneys, the rate at which family lines are reproducing

    In the dream, which seems to be on the spiritual side of life, I simply have the proud honor of introducing the newest Quaney birth. I see the Quaneys, it’s representatives which are reproducing, the new births and rate of new births. I then see this in relation to my own family line, which is not reproducing quite as much. I am surprised for a moment that the numbers are not further apart, our own births seem so sporadic relative to theirs. The ratios are fluctuating but are roughly 1.53 to 1.26 per couple, per lifetime. This is well below what is necessary for human population sustainability. This indicates a quite severe decline, not only in the human population but societal reigns and structure(s). In the life-between-life area from which I am viewing there is now something with a ladder, going slightly up and slightly down the ladder. In an area slightly up I see my dad, or who played my dad in this current lifetime. He does not look like himself, I think maybe he is reborn. He looks like a Native Indian. The energy is very attractive. There is interaction here between us, data passed on, but this has stayed where we are, in the in-between ( the back of my awareness ), it has not carried forward with me.

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    Dream Data : May 2023

    Challenging alignments. It is a month of all hell breaking loose, people doing the unthinkable. By mid-month I am mentally and physically exhausted, at the brink of being able to maintain my physical position. I may have had a seizure in the night while in my dream state. I cannot confirm this, but it was an experience like no other. There is a definite possibility this happened. Something went haywire within me somewhere. At the place where I work over the weekends, a home care setting, two of the senior staff who cover weekdays walked out without notice. It is unheard of in this industry, it just isn’t done, but it was, at the top of this month. The situation left me as the sole person on staff. A four person job being thrown all at once onto one.

    To kick this up to the next even more ridiculous level, one of the two who walked out handled all administrative tasks, leaving no-one in the know of what these duties even were. No direction or instructions were left, and what was left was a chaotic, unorganized mess. Medications, for instance, just piled up inside cardboard boxes, old, new and expired alike. Insurance, payroll, paperwork, etc .. nowhere to be found. The list of what I now had to do, on top of already insanely busy shifts was heaped on, including, of course, bringing on new staff. ( …Okay enough of the drama )—All this is just to say, the madness significantly affected my recall this month. The stress being so high there were some nights I could not fall off to sleep at all. Another absolutely unheard of event ( I can always sleep ). This month, however, it seems is a month of firsts.

    Firsts, and potentially lasts. I have been informed I will be vacating Earth space soon. Such a relative term, “soon”. See May 22, 2023. We’ll see how immanent “soon” is. In the experience it felt as close as NOW. The departure point being already in play.

    So curious these things. I’ve no resistance.


    Dream Titles
    • Guidance from my Inner council + the concept of royalty
    • Somewhere in time, in a wheelchair, in negative territory
    • Over the border in Mexico without permission or identification
    • My council comes down, water, surrender, grandpa drives me home
    • All hell breaks loose, male dominance, physical abuse
    • Exhaustion reigns supreme
    • Did I seize inside a dream? the clearing of my field
    • The dark influence behind an elite family
    • Others have entered my space, I acclimate rather than evict
    • Locking up, the front and back doors of the living library
    • Frozen in place, limp and sedate
    • Chanting OM to override day residue
    • Hard labor, toiling in the mud, slaving myself <— shifting this energy
    • Mundane level of awareness, losing my center
    • Bad copies of originals, again I am seeing how something [ – ] has gotten into my workplace
    • I am told it is time to go soon, our mission group is being called back into union
    • Random numbers, credit and accountability to the system, 3D printing a pillow
    • Grey and overcast, moving on ( “to a place in the sun” )
    • Sleep disruptions, seamless shift into an OBE, critical data regarding a care client
    • Entering a movie and rewriting the script
    • I wake up with a migraine, an abused dog comes to me for help
    • Night sweats, lab rat again to the doctors and military
    • Tapping into a council discussion : subject : increased death rate


    May 31, 2023

    Tapping into a council discussion : subject : increased death rate

    There is a group of us. We are noticing and talking about the fact that people are starting to die faster. Each of us has someone in our central circle who has died already. Darr is here, among others. She has the only flying machine that is able to get anyone away from here. I can see her up there in it with one other female. It is shaped like a slightly oblong half sphere ( like a boat with no top ), its colors are a mixture of pale blue, white and yellow. There is also in our group a young gay woman. I cannot tell her ethnicity, could be a mix of caucasian with almost any other darker skinned race. She has short curly hair. She is really cute, in her early 20s still, I don’t know why she is standing out amongst all the others but I feel like I want Darr to know she is here. There is also a Spanish male, perhaps in his mid-40s. There are two objects here of his, both made of the same material ( a kind of metal, or alloy ) and color ( metallic red ). I am picking one of the objects up in my hands. I have the knowing that it is a musical instrument but you would never know it by the shape of the thing, which even now I have a hard time describing. Maybe something like symbol? .. only it is shaped something like a foot-and-a-half-long wave.


    May 30, 2023

    Night sweats, lab rat again to the doctors and military

    ( Night sweats ). The first time I surface from my dreaming it is roughly 2-3am, I am in a full body sweat. I immediately, intuitively think “what the heck, what’s going on?” As immediately as the thought arises I see a long winged bird in the desert leave its perch atop a tall leafless tree and fly at an angle down toward the ground, in the distance is a mushroom cloud explosion. As I begin to fall deeper into the fields I see a rectangular geometric structure, it is like a puzzle box of halved and quartered symbols that rearranges itself to form a bullseye and some kind of radiant light display to the left of it. I find myself knowing I have become a target.

    From here the dreams are so numerable, so steadily falling one into the other and so content rich that I cannot hold them all. What I do hold to are what seem two important and related “bits”. The first is the tail end of an incredibly lengthy experience. There is a female doctor, I have brought my mom to this location, a campus of some sort, to hear what has happened here. We are outdoors and approaching from one of the walkways. When the doctor sees mom she attempts to evade the confrontation. I make her stay and tell my mom what she has done to me. As she begins explaining this to her I gradually fall off deeper into the fields.

    I am on some exploratory dig site with what feels like military personnel.

    They are not wearing uniforms, I see only a handful or two of them, they are all male. There is a structure beneath the ground that I myself somehow know is here. I feel it as soon as I arrive and begin unearthing it with water, two hoses and strong streams of water. The structure is circular and has windows. I have found it. It could be a craft, or entrance into a whole underground ( possibly buried ) city. Or even both.

    I get up to use the bathroom,

    >>continuing in a steady stream of dialogue with Inner being who is asking if I want to see more clearly in more detail what all this is about. Or, in other words, if I really want to know what is happening within me. Why I was so worked up earlier and in such a sweat. I say, “if a friend stays with me and finds it appropriate that I should know—yes.”

    When I lay back down I find myself cycling through all the moments logged above >>night sweats, bullseye, target, mom and the female doctor, exploratory dig site with the military, trying to allow myself to fall deeper into the details. The night sweats keep drawing me, “what the heck is going on?”, mushroom cloud explosion. — target, medical procedures, female doctor made to confront mom, dig site with the military. Even just this is almost too much for me to hold. I repeat, and repeat these phrases until I get up to write them down. It is more important to bring back something than to go deeper and return with potentially nothing.


    May 29, 2023

    I wake up with a migraine, an abused dog comes to me for help

    I wake up with a migraine. My whole body hurts, it is still in shock coming off my work weekend. I can’t even manage to stay asleep, my body is demanding my attention. It feels like it wants me to know more clearly what I am doing to it. I feel nauseas. I also feel really bad about what I have done to my body. It just always seems that things will level out soon. I have made tremendous progress in the household where I am working. Tremendous progress.

    Last night, in the dream, again I am in the house where I work. There is a horrible scene involving a dog ( who I have never seen before ), it is very thin and some other entity is attacking it. The poor thing comes in very close to me and is cowering behind my feet. I only remember trying to help but I couldn’t get him to come out from around my feet. The situation was just dreadful, who would do this to another living being? I would certainly not let it continue. There is one point where I almost come lucid. I am in the kitchen when I notice the light fixture over the large island countertop has changed. The shades are no longer mainly blue, but an off white and grey/purple. This surprises me, I begin to question my environment. I notice the light is not as bright through these shades. Rather than come lucid the dream continues.


    May 27, 2023

    Entering a movie and rewriting the script

    I know there are other dreamers who do this, and even often, but I am not sure I ever have. I entered the script of a movie I was watching last night : The Whole Wide World : and wrote the script a bit differently. I was particularly saddened by the ending, this may have had something to do with why I did this, I don’t know. But it was interesting, to find myself within the movie script. I mostly recall the male lead, who I enjoy as an actor, and a scene in the house, in the bathroom, where surprisingly the male and female lead characters have sex. The mother walks up to the outside of the bathroom door, and the female, who is inside, knowing the mother knows they are both in there closes the door. The scene goes on from there. I am not recalling much of it now, mostly what I am left with is the astonishing feeling of this having happened.


    May 25, 2023

    Sleep disruptions, seamless shift into an OBE, critical data regarding a care client

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    Dream Data : June 2023

    Portals and portal systems, light and dark portal systems is the subject on which the month begins. Accompanying this, so intriguing to me, is another kind of portal through which for the second time in just weeks, I am entering into movie and book scenes. It reminds me of how I can sometimes shift through the crystal when doing the crystal work. Or even shift through a single still frame after taking a snapshot into whole, vast new other worlds. Or even through the tiny bright light particles that flash out at me through open space. Somehow my vision has always been capable of shifting down into the quantum, of “seeing” at a molecular level, isolating discrete particles, entering them, observing and experiencing what is inside. Something new, it seems, is beginning to happen with-and-through this capacity this month.

    Along with this, and along the same line as portals, departed loved ones are more regularly reaching through to me. There seems to be a meeting place where we are all gathering, for what purpose I am not sure yet but the collective energy is strong, as well as capable—of reaching out, capturing and garnering my energy and attention. So many who have passed on to larger life are reaching out to me at this time. Including dad *it is his birth month, as well as the month of Father’s Day. It is common for us to connect the month of June, but along with him there are just so many others. There must be a reason.

    There is one final noteworthy repeating theme >>

    Turning corners.


    Dream Titles
    • Portal system, chess board coordinate war
    • Staying — in the saddle and in the game
    • With an older man in a white truck, clearing out an office of junk food
    • First with Darr, then Ryn; divorce
    • Alien world, german shepherd, “happy” patch, placebo pills
    • Ancient tribal Island peoples, family ties, rights of passage
    • Contact from the recently deceased, data exchange
    • Hospital, healing meditation, dinner dates
    • I am introduced to a negative but not entirely malevolent species
    • A young woman is kidnapped, syndicate and government ties
    • Lessons on the way of the long journey home
    • The spider’s web, ( work ), ongoing chaos and drama
    • Flowers from my garden — data, DNA and species propagation
    • A really odd kind of reunion, gathering of souls
    • Zero sleep, body shock
    • A security or exploratory team gathers ground level information on a past event
    • I am taken again — shown Ethiopia and upheaval in the tectonic plates
    • Spirit guidance, another brief contact with the recently deceased
    • Intense inner energy, really weird sleep pattern
    • Cleaning out freezers, no name in court, a man takes my hand
    • Etheric space, gathering advance intel
    • No data
    • Massive, persisting headache ( no dreams, just pain )
    • The choice point, light and dark
    • Using my magic,—floors, walls, large locked door
    • Library, learning, alchemically transforming information into a drinkable aqueous solution


    June 30, 2023

    Library, learning, alchemically transforming information into a drinkable aqueous solution

    I am going to heavily compress this one: >>>> It is night as I head off to the library with one other male. It is a learning institution. I am taking college level courses. Some are on natural survival. There are tests. All areas open out into others where additional information and events are being moved through. There is one male student, I hold him in very high regard, he is brilliant, he has learned to condense data and alchemically transform it into a liquid form. I am accustomed to drinking the aqueous solution, which at the same time is both clear and emerald green, but not everyone is. It is my job to clean, purify and disseminate the knowledge.

    Two of the first people I bring it to are Rob and Kalina. I introduce Rob to the solution, he sees I am drinking it, I explain it all to him and drinks some. He gets a super big hit off it. He asks if it is always like this. I say it is only in the beginning, eventually his system will acclimate to the process. In the meanwhile I am returning some things to Kalina, to their overall household. The items all seem colorful paper products. Colorful notepads, streamers and other things I don’t even quite recognize. I can feel their children, Jeremy and Lilith in the background.


    June 29, 2023

    Using my magic,—floors, walls, large locked door

    I am being encouraged to use my magic to transform the floors and walls of these rooms. Where am I? .. there are so many layers superimposed, but in this one there is the idea of a fortress, a garrison or a castle. I can see where I have started and stopped. Behind me the floors are all a white clay substance, ahead of me there are beige tiles, a man sitting on the toilet in a small bathroom area. I extend my arms forward and send energy through my fingers to complete the transformation of the area ahead even while the man sits here. My attention now draws to the door.. the hour of dusk is approaching and the others will try to get in. The door must be bolted.

    The task of bolting the door is a difficult one because the deadbolt is stuck in the socket and needs to be manually released. When I finally do get it out and the door closed I see the frame is pulling away from the door as much as an inch, leaving a wide crack. The door does bolt but just barely. It is going to take some men standing at the door to brace it to help prevent it from coming down. I see the size of one of the other men in relation to one of our own. Our own men are quite large and muscular but they are like nothing standing next to the others. Who are taller by whole feet, our own man’s head standing barely shoulder height of this other.

    In the next layer of superimposition I am in a more contemporary house, I am working at something but cannot say what. Dusk is upon us, we have to get to the outside to get our evening meal from the back grill area if we hope to have a meal. I am saying this to someone and realize now that it is Darr. I realize also that we do not have to go through the front and around to the back, we can just go through the back sliding glass door. This will save us time and potential harm. The meal awaiting us I know is a meatless chili and rice. I do not know that we will get to it. I have moved to a side sofa and am looking through luggage and bags for a bowl in which to put the food. BUT >>>

    Dusk is turning to dark, and I am beginning to wake, at the very time dark is turning to day IRL. There is something that happens in the awareness of this juxtaposition, these synchronous inversions, something I begin to touch but there is not the time to explore it fully—the transition is too brief and I am already beginning to scan for the dreams that happened earlier in the night. They are so close and yet also so far. I held them clearly mere hours ago. Now I can’t quite reach them. It would seem this ( what I have written ) is the more important for today.

    There is something here I must investigate more deeply.


    June 27, 2023

    The choice point, light and dark

    It is one of those nights wherein I am having the same dream all night long— the basis of it is the light and the dark, the good and the bad, coming down to the choice point and making the choice. Every scene, every detail that plays out is about the push to make the choice. I recall a ( negative ) young boy tribe coming through and getting into other people’s food. I say “tribe” because although they are all white men their appearance is the same and they are all wearing loin cloths. They did not find, or get into my food because it was on a bottom shelf where I knew it was less likely to be accessed by anyone save myself. I feel relief that it is still there in the end.

    Following this there is a lot of wandering, of not knowing my coordinates relative to where I am going, and of right angle turns at various streets. All these right angles are surely forming a geometry of some kind – ( it occurs to me as I type this ) – but I cannot see it. I have only this underlying gist of the night’s events. My body is still experiencing exhaustion from the weekend, as well as heightened aches and pains. I could work longer at the recall but my mind is already growing active. I am going to leave it here at this. Log out.


    June 26, 2023

    Massive, persisting headache ( no dreams, just pain )

    My work weekend is over, but I went to bed with an excruciating headache and woke with it at 7:30am <– nothing was going to get through that wall of pain. I talked myself back to sleep, hoping that more rest would mean more time to heal. The next time I wake it is almost 1pm, 6 hours have gone by, I feel like I could sleep through the whole day and it still might not be enough. The headache is persisting. It feels like a hot iron is pushing through my right temple. I could probably fall off again, I should, probably, but I am going to get up and make my breakfast smoothie, then lay back down to drink it while I make my internet rounds. The thought of my smoothie always makes me happy. It is always sooo good.


    June 25, 2023

    No data

    Woke to an alarm, only 5-6 hours sleep, no time for recall — just hit the ground running.
    ( sad, sad, sad )


    June 24, 2023

    Etheric space, gathering advance intel

    I have been making a habit these past couple weeks of hanging around the etheric and gathering data. I find myself doing this again last night and early this morning. I am walking around the perimeter of the house and amongst other things, checking on how the new tomato plants are doing. I am surprised at just how well they are doing and find myself knowing they are going to make it. This makes me very happy. Deeper into the fields I can see I am with a group of people. The group is comprised of equal parts men and women. The setting is bare bones, like no real construct has been built around us. There are just neutral colored walls, or spaces, and corners I am turning. I am asking one of the women if she wants to go on a nighttime train ride to somewhere. When she doesn’t want to go I ask some of the others. No-one really wants to go. It is night and everyone is settling in. This is as far as I can see. It is just a snippet.

    As I am waking a scenario is building in my mind— it is building around a feeling that has been coming on me lately, a feeling of dread and decay. I see a future kind of Earth. I am in a hotel-like apartment room that is dank and dark, some people are talking about cockroaches in the hallway. I sense I am heading off, outside the overpopulated cities. I can see a small area, not too far out but enough out that the living is much nicer. This is what I am looking for, the hope of a better life. There is sand, and trees, like a desert oasis. I can hear in my mind the word “Tialks”, the Tialks have taken it over. It is no longer safe to be there.

    >> there has to be somewhere — somewhere untouched >>
    the sense of hope in me has not died.


    June 23, 2023

    Cleaning out freezers, no name in court, a man takes my hand


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    Dream Data : July, 2023

    This is a month of major change, a total reorganization of my life and ever culminating new focus into the Spiritual service I will provide here forward. So many decisions are in the process of being made. There is much work this past decade that has gone into the clearing of my field, those inner pathways and byways by which reality as we know it ( though unbeknownst still to many of us ) pattern into ‘day to day life’. It is climaxing at present, as it has been for some time in the falling away of the more mundane work which to-date has been paying my way through this world. As of this past weekend I find myself once again without a formal paying job. Aging is one reason for this, which might be seen and understood more by the practical eye, my body is only holding up as well as it is and the age of retirement is not long off—while at the same time my Spiritual service, the consciousness work, what I can do for humanity before departing the Earth plane in these wondrous yet tumultuous times is ramping up >and for this I am indeed quite pleased.

    I am moving more permanently it would seem into a new level of the dream state, accessing, occupying, and drawing from it regularly. It is an area from which data originating beyond our level of reality is able to be passed onto it. I am growing in my ability to read the messages, the language of the fields, receiving the symbols and patterning them, even if only in part, into a cohesive understanding. It is at times in a full out of body state in which this occurs, and at times in what we call a dream state. Both are necessary to accomplish what is at hand. Each fulfills a function. The states are fascinating in themselves, how they are composed, the ways in which they are utilized, their central function and circumference. It is endless what can be learned.

    This past month, due to exhaustion, I began to feel to set down the daily task of logging my dreams, which I have been engaged in as a practice the past 4 years; since June of 2019 . It is interesting to me what has so immediately come about as a result, 1) the job that had been exhausting me so fell away and 2) the unutilized energy was redirected into a series of more proper OBEs—which I did somehow realize at the time would occur.

    You will notice below fewer recorded dreams than usual.

    Of those that did reach my conscious state and were recorded, the main symbols
    and themes coming through are, and/or are relative to:

    War; Spiritual warfare; Spiritual service
    Military : Polarity : Weather events
    Dark .. the concept of “dark” continues to come through

    Dream Titles
    • A week of rest and time away; week end review
    • OBE : Dark skies, the presence of something coming, reaffirming my space
    • The subconscious playground, color coded keys
    • Large plans for support, a refocussing on my spiritual service
    • Theme : passing on responsibility/control
    • A brief note; body shock, nausea, head pain
    • Connection and expansion, back door portals into cool interconnected areas
    • Righting what is not right, dirty rooftops, crystal cave, light language
    • Expanded state, experiencing myself as a vibrational pool
    • Inner being whispers a phrase for me to remember
    • OBE : A new leg of the awakening, I am recruited into the spiritual war
    • Weather differentials between California and Nevada
    • Working through etheric space, helping people do the right thing
    • Another military reference, an electrode to the brain
    • A phrase in another language
    • Underwater crystal cave, flood waters and rescued food
    • The Gods working through their own ground level aspects; white alligator antagonist



    July 31, 2023

    The Gods working through their own ground level aspects; white alligator antagonist

    Phenomenal—I am in an experience which so clearly is revealing how the greater and ground level self work together throughout not just a single lifetime but what we ourselves would perceive of as eons. The greater self ( or universal logoi ) can work through us solely through thought, and it does so often together with another ( who might be seen by us as an ‘antagonist’ ) not unlike a chess game, to help create that sense of dichotomy. In this experience, from my stance as an observer I am full on aware of my greater aspect, who I feel as energetically male, connecting with me in another lifetime whose ( family ) members mirror those in the current life; specifically my youngest and eldest brothers, and mother, are depicted along with myself. I am not sure where we are in time, but certainly thousands of years in the proverbial past.

    We are in a large stone bath house built into our home. It is night, the dead of night and there is a dispute between my two brothers. The one, the eldest has run up from behind and tackled the other into the water. The bath is quite deep, more like a pool and the dream has a component which makes the depth seem even endless. The one brother does aim to kill the other. The anger is that great. My mother and I agree to step in and bring them both back up to the surface. We step onto a raft and as we float out to the center of the pool, together we begin to simulate a jumping upon it, the action creating a thumping of the water, r i p p l e s that begin to bring the two of them back up. This is as far as I can see down in the scene. The main thing I am actually aware of is my larger component, bringing this all to bare through me though the intensity of his focus of thought and thought transference into me. What I find myself knowing is that those beyond the 3D field can only work through it in thought, they cannot reach a hand in, so to speak, and work manually the way we do. They work through thought, we work through our hands.

    In another area this all continues.. I am in the scene but cannot see myself, only all that is around me. There are many little creatures, most appear to me as little dogs. I know some of them, again my family unit is present and again we do not look like ourselves I just know who is who. I am the only upright standing amongst us. The little creatures are being brought over the land across a sort of bridge up off the ground. I almost see myself as standing in an old abandoned salvage yard for cars, the little ones are being handed over and kept moving in a line atop the cars. I feel as though a giant, standing in the scene looking down at the environment and little creatures. As I am taking it all in I see a somewhat small, relatively speaking, white alligator enter the area. I then see a little fluffy golden and white haired colored dog that has gotten down onto the ground. I lift him up and hold him at my right hip to help protect him. The alligator would surely eat him whole.

    As I walk him through the area, I feel the alligator sensing me and working his way nearer. I also see another little one who has gotten down off the bridge and into harms way. I snatch him up off the ground with my remaining hand and hold him at my left hip. I do not know why I am holding them both so low rather than higher up at my chest. The white alligator is upon us, he leaps up my legs and I feel his teeth nip into my hands. It is a highly tangible sensation to my conscious self. I move fast to get away. I do not feel any fear for myself, I am tall, strong and capable but I have no hands to work with as each is holding one of the little creatures. It is them I must get to safety. I am reaching an area that is blocked off and goes no further and have begun calling out to other people in the scene for help moving obstacles out of the way. Finally one man with brown hair who is wearing a navy blue shirt and white jeans ( aka: genes ) sees and hears me and begins throwing chairs out of the way, clearing a path for us to get through.

    It is at this precise juncture that I begin to wake, again—most aware of the greater self aspect; his thought transference working through me is the most tangible aspect of this whole experience throughout its entirety. I find myself wondering how the two aspects and streams could more fully merge, the Greater and ground level, what the experience of this would be, and what one who could accomplish it be capable of. The Gods of lore, I must say do come to mind.

    Also~ the similarity between that depicted of my own family ( notably brothers ) and that of Enki-Enlil does not escape me. An elder ‘half’ brother and younger full sibling fighting it out. A mother and sister acting in union quite literally as one working to bring them both up.

    So many clues as to who I am in the upper echelons.


    July 30, 2023

    Underwater crystal cave, flood waters and rescued food

    At two separate junctures in the night the same theme is presenting ( in two different ways ) : under water crystal caves. It is after waking momentarily from the second experience that I realize this. In the second event >>

    I am inside the cave seeing all the crystals. It is like a large coral reef only made of crystal instead of coral. The bed is made of so many different types of crystal I cannot come even near to fathoming them all. I am moving along the bed investigating the various crystals and thinking that I will take a collection of samples for myself. It is for something in particular, I am placing them all in an organized fashion into a briefcase-like wood box—but I cannot recall what and/or how it is I aim to utilize them. The first one I pull up from the bed is small, I am so surprised at how easily it gives way from its cluster. It does not pull up as if from the root, but rather fractures from the shaft ( this is so confusing to me ). The next sample I take is from a much larger cluster. It is larger than my forearm. It gives way just as easily as well. I cannot figure out the how or why. In my hands it just does. I feel as though I must be doing something wrong. Like I am stealing, like the appropriations are behind the back of who is in charge here. As though this is an ulterior motive behind the real reason I have been brought here.

    Later in the night there is a rain storm. Another young girl and I are on bikes riding home. The girl is someone I know but I cannot recall who with certainty. She has more than 20 bags of groceries. I tell her to leave them here, in a dirt area to the side of the road and to just get home safely for now. I am thinking we can retrieve them in the morning, after the storm when it is safe.—but the storm does not stop, it instead floods. The groceries are all buried in the flood waters. I set about myself to get them out, and to prepare all the ( vegetables ) for cooking and storing. Behind the scenes I am speaking with someone about the mistake I made with the rains, it is all in good humor, I have been able to correct for the error through my own work. The scene at some point goes into the wood framework of a house. My dad is inside. I cannot see any further than this.


    July 29, 2023

    A phrase in another language

    As I am waking I am hearing the phrase : nega sal(e) vente : it seems to me a Spanish phrase yet I am hearing it with a French accent.


    July 28, 2023

    Another military reference, an electrode to the brain

    I hear myself ( as a young male ) say, “put it on my brain, Sarg.”
    I am looking at a small silver staple, or clip of some kind being displayed in the hand of a man I cannot see.

    It looks like it would go on the end of wire and attach to something. It is roughly 1/4 ” square with a tiny ‘tooth’ on each end.

    Then later.—

    I am in a living room, on the floor, changing the diaper of large/tall 2 year old baby girl. She has light blonde, curly hair. Afterward I am making her a half sandwich which makes her extraordinarily happy. I am disposing of a small plate full of excess bacon grease, pouring it over a full trash can and holding back the two slices of bacon that have been sitting in it. Apparently I am making her a half bacon sandwich.


    July 27, 2023

    Working through etheric space, helping people do the right thing

    It is an intense night of dreaming. At one point in the middle of the night I even pull myself momentarily out of the dream state just to say so. I cannot see who I am speaking to. The moment is short-lived, I am pulled right back in and the intensity of the scenarios continues. I am put into situation after situation wherein I am working to help people do the right thing. I am an intermediary, working through etheric space between perpetrators and those being taken advantage of. The scenario I most recall involves a young college aged girl. She is fair skinned and has short blunt cut blonde hair. She has just moved into a room and it has been flooded. Her sofa is drenched through and through. The landlord is saying he will help get a bit of the water out. He is responsible for getting it ALL out, and for professionally cleaning and extracting all the water from the sofa. I am telling him this, that he is even legally responsible. We are talking off to the side when another female who is associated with the sequence comes by. She is denying any fault of her own, but I am telling her she is just as bad as this other man who is trying to put everything off on the young girl, who is at absolutely no fault at all. She lent no hand to assist.


    July 26, 2023

    Weather differentials between California and Nevada

    Weather and weather related phenomena; differentials between Nevada and California. There are elements ( including one male ) ( which I perceive as negative ) working to get me back to Nevada. I am not wanting that for myself. I can see from my vantage that relative to each other, specifically when it comes to the weather it is far more beneficial to be in California. I can feel, though, how there are elements attempting to pull me the other way.


    July 25, 2023

    OBE : A new leg of the awakening, I am recruited into the spiritual war


    * * *


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    Dream Data : August 2023

    As of this month I am no longer working a second job ( for the time being ), dreams and OBEs are abundant, inner connection is off the scales and messages are being passed to me daily. Water is a theme presenting frequently this month, in the inner as well as outer fields. As is the word HOPE and the concept of “radio silence”. In dreams there is the regular detection of being observed. It would seem I have reached a whole new level of the game.

    We will see as the days and months progress.


    Dream Titles
    • Another full night of clearing my field
    • Continuous clearing of my field, my immediate and extended field; cochina
    • The Tom Cruise trap, OBE: Nautilus world, water as a superpower
    • In the populated area of the in between, making contacts
    • More contacts, swapping contact INFORMATION
    • New work as a precognitive, collecting data on the current times
    • Passenger train, fire, fear
    • Elder group, actor and actress, contact with Lucille
    • Transit to another planet, the badlands
    • OBE: Contact with the arrival of an energy here to assist
    • Colon procedure, evacuation and implant
    • Teleporting into a future event, reporting back
    • My reactions to a change in power are observed + another spirit contact
    • Strange, macabre, I confront the dream -and it doesn’t stop!
    • How an ET contact progresses from dream, gradually to fully aware status
    • An actual ( out of body ) experience of opening to channel
    • A visit with my eldest brother’s family, a test and being observed again
    • A surprise meeting with someone from my past; Steve Tally
    • The closing of the lionsgate, hurricane hillary, no access to dreams
    • Oral aches and pains, gums and teeth, — an opportunity to internally heal
    • An annual contact in the Gobi desert, new Earth recruits being sent in
    • I am told again, a man ( my mate ) is being sent to me; initiated first contact
    • OBE: Awake inside the shift into another real timeline
    • A conceptual data field: blue, large cats, fires, tom campbell, tattoos, symbols, school
    • Teleporting through doors — using the idea of the doorway itself as a portal
    • Brown eagle contacts me again, reaffirms the arrival of a counterpart
    • Care providing, East Indian couple get on their dance moves
    • Black scorch marks around an extra door in an old bedroom
    • A potentially poisonous plant
    • An impending change in power and something coming


    August 31, 2023

    An impending change in power and something coming

    I am being told again of an impending major change in power. It is in the process of taking place now and is relative to not just the consensus field but my own inner networking and DNA biological structure. Two blue jean tops ( ie: blue genes ) will potentially no longer be at my disposal. Relative to the world, I am being shown a change in presidency, or in who are behind our presidencies ( way behind them ). A helicopter is landing out in front of my house. There are a group of men. One of them in particular is the man who will be seating the next president. He is wearing a dark grey brindle suit, the jacket is longer than is the fashion now ( futuristic ). I see him in two ways: the first is as a light skinned, American looking human male, fine blonde hair, attractive. The other is as a dog, same coloring as the suit he is wearing as the man.

    The major change that is coming, that he will be making is going to be hard on the common people, we are going to really have to scramble to re-pattern ourselves to stay afloat; some are not going to make it. I can hear the man saying to me, “we need to all be on the same page.”

    I can see the necessity of what is coming, and that I will be tested but also that my inner drive and skill sets will get me through. In fact I can already feel my re-patterning. I inwardly enact it the moment I begin being told. No detail of the change itself is shown to me that I recall, it is more a deep inner feeling, entirely tangible, of how things will newly be structured and a matching of that pattern within myself; on another level I do know details pertaining to this but I am not letting myself be conscious of them.

    Out front the helicopter is landing.

    First introductions are being made in the dog form — both the man and I have Inner components of this same species ( canine ) and origin ( Sirius ) and they are about to meet. Within me the representative is female, in the man it is male. The female is sitting just to the inside of the door, she wants to get out there where she sees the male ( dog ), even though it is possible he will quickly overtake her. She is confident -and eager to meet again with one of her own species. The two are so identical in their appearance they near cannot be told apart.

    * * *

    Note: I wake this morning with a silver dollar sized bruise on the cusp of my right shoulder.
    An odd place for a bruise to be sure ( I first noticed it in the shower ).


    August 24, 2023

    OBE: Awake inside the shift into another real timeline

    It will never cease to amaze me how extraordinary and unique the shifts can be, and the experiences given in the expanded ( ie: out of body ) state. This morning I woke to use the bathroom, feeling it was likely past 10am and time to get up for the Thursday group meditation — to instead find it is just past 8 o’clock. So after finishing in the bathroom I lay myself back down, flat on my back as is so usual these past weeks and put on my mindfold to go in for data.

    It takes me a moment to get fully comfortable and to where the energy is flowing smoothly but once here, I begin to feel a buzzing sensation throughout the whole front portion of my right thigh. An interesting way for me to feel the vibrations to be sure. I do not think I have ever experienced this phenomena so localized to a single, particular area of the body before. I am reminded of the thigh on thigh contact of yesterday’s experience. – and recognize that I am in a shift. Inside the shift my position and environment are mirrored.

    I am in a bedroom I am perceiving as belonging to Erich. I am laying in the bed half under the ( white ) sheets half exposed ( waist up ). I am laying IRL in the identical position on my back, arms wide out to my sides, palms up, with my mindfold mask on. Erich enters the room but does not see me at first. Then he does. I do not move. I am in a deep, blissful state of pure awareness inside this shift. He reaches in, says something in my ear, then reaches overhead and, it would seem, puts on another fan to blow over me ( there is a fan blowing over me at another angle, from my left side, in real time also ). This action, or activity of the two winds causes me to rotate my position in the ( inner ) bed 90 degrees counter clockwise. There is a telepathic exchange going on between Erich and I but I do not embed and carry this fully forward with me into the experience.

    Sometime after Erich exits the room a clustered group of female yogis come in.

    One of the girls is saying hello to me. Is it Carie? "It cannot be Carie", I think to myself, she has passed on. Aside from the conscious thought, again I lay perfectly motionless. I listen to the girls talking for some time and when they leave my attention follows them out of the room into another. It is a white room. I am seeing in flashes, in bits and pieces, mostly what I see is the white — white all around, light streaming in through windows, the idea of billowy white sheers. But there are people here. The girls. I am moved toward one of them in particular. An ethnic girl with beautiful dark skin and brown hair that is pulled back. From here time no longer flows as linearly, though I can enter certain pockets of linearity within the whole of what is happening. Which is, that I am fully shifting into another discrete reality. A whole other world. The girl belongs to an entire other timeline.

    The timeline is not wholly unlike our own but it has some fascinating differences. It is an Earth-like world, it may even be Earth but, for one, the light is very unique. It is more golden than the bright white of own at present. It is almost as though the whole day is cast in the light of a perpetual sunrise, or is it sunset? I cannot tell.

    The experience in its entirety is too much to bring back with me, ( I will note here as well that I had to break from it before fully embedding to get up and lead the meditation ). But—one of the things I do here is observe an eye surgery. I am observing in a macro view, all I see is the eye itself, very close up in full detail. The eye is blue, more Erich’s shade of blue than my own it occurs to me ( but it could be my own as it would be/present without any illness,—fully blue with no brown at the center ). I am riveted through the procedure. I watch as a clear colored, circular area is cut from the center of the lens and then pushed down to be moistened in the layer of the eye beneath this which I see as pure fluid. This is all I recall of this. Following the procedure >>

    I find myself in a room full of seated people, as though a waiting room of some kind. I ask everyone here if they have seen the [ movie ] about people with blue eyes that reveals who they are and where they came from. No-one is saying yes. From here I find myself in an indoor pool area swimming through the clear water. I remember the sensation, how good it feels. All of this in some way seems connected to the eye surgery, doesn’t it?

    The girl whose timeline this is, we are sitting outdoors having lunch together. There is a friendly air and vibe to the scene but there is also something else in the air. Something I only vaguely detect in the interstices rather than see outright. There is a feeling of a military, or militia, or people’s movement. People are steadily at the ready as if for war, or as if to prevent this. Another group of young people are nearby in the distance, I hear their music. I stop briefly to focus in on it, listening and hearing the words being sung. It is not music I recognize but is much like our own.

    [ The girl recaptures my attention. ]

    She is asking if she can buy me a leaf to park my car on another level. They use leaves, this is fascinating, ( not parking tickets ) when parking their cars in the structures to access the grid —stores, restaurants, pools, libraries, entertainment, etc.. I am at this point fully realizing I am on this other world, in this other timeline. I am asking her to explain it to me. The leaf I have gives me access to only this lower ground level. The consecutive levels going up have more and better places to shop and eat, and more. The levels above can access anything at that level and below. The leaves do not deteriorate and their natural veinous structure can be read not unlike a computer chip. They reveal not only the level(s) you have access to but also everything that is on them.

    Now cognizing myself fully embodied ( in another timeline! ) I am asking question after question. I am most interested in these leaves ( but also other subjects I no longer recall ) and am asking about the difference in the cost between one level and the next—when I begin to shift away. I am trying to get an idea for what kind of economy they have but do not get the time to find out.

    In the shift back toward physical space I am revisiting the indoor pool area, only now I am standing outside the pool, seeing there is more than one. I see the water is very dirty now with all the heavy traffic of so many people swimming through. I am being invited back in but am declining as a whole line of others come into view who are all standing in the pool holding hands. A man is up front and he is beginning to walk them all up out of the pool toward where I am standing.

    I hear Erich saying something to me, something about how infrequently I visit.

    I am saying “yeah but doesn’t it seem we are always together anyway?”

    On this note the experience ends.

    I am back in my room.

    * * *

    Prior to this, in standard dream I have what seems a notable experience:

    I am sitting atop a wall made of black and red irregular shaped boulders, large and small pieces of rock. A male judge sits across the way, he commands that I stand. I tell him I do not think I can, as the rocks are in a pile and loose, not secured in their positions in any way ( surely they will give way ). He does not listen, does not care, he commands again that I stand else I be judged guilty by default. I have no choice. I casually begin to move from my sitting position toward standing.

    The movement causes the rock to shift beneath my feet, I lose my footing and begin to slip and fall. It is not a bad fall, I ride the whole thing out still on my feet but there on the ground, on the other side of the wall where I cannot be seen I decide my best course of action is to throw myself down upon the ground. I do well. My forehead is cut and bleeding and I lay here unmoving. It will be believable. No-one moves to help me, or call an ambulance, or anything. Instead a small handful of them come by and each, individually, one by one bitterly, jealously say “I hope you die.” Later—when they try to accuse and punish me again I use this against them so they cannot.

    I cannot see what I have done to deserve this. If I am innocent
    or actually guilty of something.


    August 22, 2023

    An annual contact in the Gobi desert, new Earth recruits being sent in

    Extraterrestrial contact. landing/impact; there is a male and a blue being child. This contact occurs each August 22 annually in the Gobi desert, I am told. The story of the contact is enacted by a tribe who lives here to keep it alive. The blue being child reproduced on the planet. Its children are this tribe. I enter a fast flowing stream aimed at the downed craft and these beings. In the stream, as it takes me along with some of the others I learn that after all these years ( eons since the first contact ) the tribe no longer realize the tale to be true. It is outsiders, such as myself, who come in to assure certain ones among them that it is so. As I am right now in this moment.

    There are two separate shapes of craft, one that is very large and circular / disk shaped, the other smaller and rectangular with rounded corners. Each glows a beautiful ambient gold/light orange. The tribes people in the stream, one male in particular does not believe anyone, any life from will actually emerge from the craft. The latter upon impact was buried in the sand. I am saying to him that the being ( the blue child ) is emerging even now. The anticipation is crescendoing as I shift from here, from the center of the stream to wake back in my room.

    I wake briefly, position myself squarely on back then go back in specifically to see more—

    Once in, having missed the shift, I find myself driving on the freeway and, seeing my destination is approaching on the right I begin changing lanes. As I pull to the right, something keeps repositioning me left in the faster lanes. It is an odd sensation as it is occurring concurrently. I continue, and continue pulling right and finally pull in to my destination — an upper level mall entrance. Where, rather than enter the multi-level parking structure directly ahead me, I instead drive circles in the entry. I am heading to the library on the lower level but am not sure whether I should take the structure itself down, or go around the side of it.

    In the decision making process I find myself engaged with a few other people. One of them is an African woman dressed as a priestess, she wears a long black flowing sheer dress with large cut diamonds around the neck and a headdress made of the same. I simply see her walking into view and then back out again. Another is a man, I am sitting at a restaurant table with him. We are sitting in a booth, across from one another. I get a deep, long look at him.

    He is a fine example of a man, tall, strong, muscular, deep rich dark hair pulled back away from his face and bound. We are engaged in dialogue for some time but the only part I recall is when I say to him “you make as pretty a lady as you are handsome a man.” He does not seem to know why I have said this and at the time my conscious mind does not either—but it does now. He is signing on to Project his consciousness from this upper level down into the library – the living library; Earth – where he will don a female garment. I am able to see him, equally beautiful in each form.

    There is much activity that fragments in the shift back into physical space >>

    I am running for my things in the ongoing venture toward the library myself. I grab my laptop out of an outdoor planter where the sprinklers have gotten droplets all over it … “darn it!” I say as I try to get the droplets all off and swoop up my purse from the ledge of another such planter. I am with another male person now, a companion helper. I am taking one last look into the area where I had been sitting with the dark haired man, other people are in there amongst him. They are planning. I say, while still fast walking toward the entry down, “if only they would always keep their mind so focused on peace, all would be well. – people give up too soon.”

    * * *

    Extraordinary, clear experiences both.

    I fasted all yesterday which gave my system plenty of additional energy to focus inwardly.

    The feeling to note this is strong in me. What a difference a clear body makes for a clear mind — a clear awareness ( or receptacle for viewing ). There is no doubt why all that is playing out IRL at the moment, with my gum pain, and feeling to fast.

    There is so much to be aware of.

    So much to know.


    August 13, 2023

    Teleporting into a future event, reporting back


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    Dream Data: September, 2023

    The month of September is marked by a new natural healing journey I find myself embarking upon which is multifaceted. Due to the pain, healing involved, <— and depth of sleep required for this dreams are more challenging to hold to early month – but as I set my feet out upon the path and learning begins to take hold in my daily applications, the pain lessens as previous obstacles are removed and I reach an even deeper, more profound, all encompassing state and ease when synching inwardly within myself with the data that is being sent to me in return.

    Instances of being observed, having a security detail or secret agent placed on me are continuing and even quite clearly escalating. In multiple experiences this month I am not let to access the vertical axis ( ie: ascend / go vertically straight upward ). Compounding all this are “kiddy ride” OBEs, long endless walking and an inability to get where I am going. It reaches a point during the month wherein I lose it and ultimately break down in tears.

    The word coming through strongly this month is:

    HERITAGE


    Dream Titles
    • A security detail is placed on me, I am trying to get back to my body
    • Inside a web document with an enormous link resource
    • Etheric bedroom, visitor(s), drawers – secret agent man
    • Two concepts: bookstore, library—where to look for others
    • “Reabsorbed America wants you to know this”
    • Three land masses, map, trip out to the east coast
    • Demon dressed in orange, flying to get away, metal giant
    • Female psychiatrist offers me a free session
    • I am stopped from making a vertical ascent
    • A long, long walk while receiving guidance
    • A mapping of my brain? — head/scalp and hair, a procedure is performed
    • OBE: The kiddy ride and definite series of tests
    • A bizarre contact: beautiful man, water creature, altering the DNA
    • Real data is sent — Bob Peterson, the month of June, armed soldiers opening fire
    • The past comes visiting, processing old residue
    • Precognitive data, signs: weather event in Wyoming, the passing of someone I know
    • Meeting with my ( deceased ) dad – walk, run, posture adjustment in the splits
    • Exhaustion, endless walking, unable to get where I am going
    • Real time with my brother, sound technology, body anomalies
    • A glimpse into what lay beneath my current body anomalies
    • OBE: Ky, ancestral descendants, reawakened sexual energy channels
    • The Fae, flood rains, raging river, child actors
    • The origin of the Hebrew language
    • Substitute teacher, replacement wife, injured cat
    • An ancient debt is unearthed, met and paid
    • The exciting idea of living upside-down ( on the clock ) in the world, kundalini currents
    • The mistakes I can make as a guest; visiting Rob
    • Future data, multiple fires and more
    • Discussion, Dr. Eric Berg, diet, ascending colon, kundalini
    • Falling asleep to Seth Speaks, active hypnogogic imagery


    September 28, 2023

    Future data, multiple fires and more

    Void
    Prison Cell
    One Day Into the Future; Plaza Fire
    High School and Mall; Discussion About the Creator
    Bed, Rob and New Son, Drive; Train Fire
    Empty Movie Theater

    This dream is 5+ levels deep. At the third level, from within I begin to embed the concepts and symbols ( ie: data ) and in the process continue falling deeper into the data set into increasingly further levels. As a result of the increased depth I lose a bit of breadth, however I retain what is most important to bring back. I will note that I am, as point consciousness fully here within these experiences but I am merged in the consciousness field of a young male.

    It all begins in the void. I am standing in the black, white ephemeral mist all around, in front of a floor to ceiling 3 tier shelving unit and as though just getting back from a mission say to a group of 4-5 others who are here but I cannot see —”at least I know now what it feels like to be back in high school.” I tell the others that people liked me in high school, that I was quite popular. The group of us shift back into that time where everyone sees the real truth and are poking fun at me. At this point there is an alteration in the brainwaves. I think I am going to wake. Instead I shift from here to where I really, physically am >>

    Prison. I am in confinement, sitting alone in a small cell, bent forward with my elbows on my knees, it would seem thinking back on life; reminiscing. I am here for only a moment, just long enough to see and understand what I have just said. Behind the scenes all this other is going on. I shift back in with the group. We are about to go on another mission.

    From a particular set of coordinates and point in time ( within the scheme of this man’s life ) we all jump one day into the future. We are moving through an outdoor shopping plaza and I am viewing an event that takes place here. There is an explosion, and then a fire. I am, as myself, unable to identify our location, what city this takes place in or the point in time. We all shift back into real time where I, as the young male, instruct/warn a female loved one, a mother or grandmother figure to not go shopping as possibly intended at that plaza tomorrow.

    As I am working to embed the above data I find myself in a new level of information. I am sitting in what may be the lunch room of the high school I attend. A young, pretty, ethnic woman has come to find me. She is now sitting directly across from me. My current self is speaking with her, she has come due to a particular view I hold of the Creator. She seems to me a renegade, a freedom fighter ( though I am not certain the faction [ + or – ] ), someone involved in the concept of a spiritual war. I am not certain of her views, aside from that of a Creator who can die. I am telling her these concepts do not fit together, that a “creator” who can die is not my definition or meaning of “Creator”. In our discourse she drags me to the mall. Into back areas, private areas and passageways where I begin to lose my position here. I feel like I am waking again.

    Rather than wake IRL, I begin waking on another bed.

    Rob is laying here with an infant son still in diapers. The infant begins waking and I seem to immediately realize it is because he needs a diaper change. I reach over for him as Rob groggily comes to. I tell him I will take the boy myself for a diaper change, he acknowledges and knocks back off. With the boy in my arms I get into a car and begin driving through the city. Due to this scene involving Rob I suspect I am in Michigan. While driving the roadway becomes blocked by people, police officers, emergency fire personnel. There is a train blocking the remainder of the left side of the road that had caught fire, it is scorched, charred entirely black. I drive to its left and try to go around the far side of it. In the process, a light skinned male with brown hair comes for me.

    I have somehow arrived at an empty movie theater,
    sitting in one of the rows of empty seats.

    I still have the boy with me but I lose sight of him for a scary moment. It is this man who brings him back to me. Who has even seen to the boys ( diaper ) change, himself. It seems I should know who he is. He is speaking with me about something but this has been a lot of layers to hold and our conversation does not survive the shift back to physical space.

    This is as far as I can see. I can hold no more.


    September 23, 2023

    The origin of the Hebrew language

    Location: Palestine

    This is challenging to lay out. I feel I am predominantly point consciousness, observing through the consciousness field of various others. I am first in an outdoor area, sand beneath my feet and everywhere, sporadic greenery ( trees ) in random places in the distance. I am merged in the field of a female, a carer of a family member of a man who is in this people’s militia group I am approaching. No-one sees me as any threat ( generally they might perceive everyone in this fashion ). The family member I care for is also female and “on the spectrum.” The idea of the handicap comes through but I do not see it in detail.

    I somehow get inside the building they are guarding up ahead, either as pure point consciousness and/or somehow connected to some other male. I have never seen what I am about to see. I am being shown. Inside this room it is earthen, there are four columns near the corners of a large rectangular shaped pool. It appears neglected and there is a somewhat large, irregular, oval shaped area along the far length of the pool that appears to me a rust stain.

    There is only one other man inside this room with me. He is standing at one of the far ends while I am at the other. He tells me to watch. He moves out of the room, or my line of sight, and I see the water from the pool being emptied. It has been let to get dirty and grow acidic to hide what the pool holds. Fresh water ( somehow special water ) is then poured into it. I do not see how, there must be an inlet that flows into the pool directly from below. When the fresh water is introduced, symbols and pages of text, ancient Hebrew script appears written almost in shadow along the inside of the walls. I am amazed at the discovery.

    I am walking along the side of the pool, looking at the far inside wall,
    trying to make out what I am seeing when I wake.

    [ It is early. I go back in. ]

    I am in an office, circa 1970s, some kind of bank or money related institution.

    There is an issue relative to only me, not in getting paid but receiving an actual check. Everyone else gets an actual paper/hard copy check but not me. The man in charge here, or who is behind this situation, leaves a woman in charge while he goes somewhere. I am trying to inform her, and make my plea for the actual check, to which she sees no disagreement, or reason to deny the request. We are walking now outside. It is night. She is getting into a very old car. In its day the model was really special. Large ice balls begin catapulting through the air. They are meant to impact and kill people. We all get in our cars and begin driving. I am on the tail of a man in an orange/rust colored car. We are meant to be going somewhere together but instead he moves to leave/evade me as I begin shifting from here back into my bed.

    [ Still early. I go in again. ]

    This time I am in an apartment. Mom is in the living room, I am in the kitchen and we are talking across the two rooms. “From my God to yours” she says “the injection everyone needs to get is Soldevere.” I am standing in front of the microwave oven, which sits at eye level above the stove writing what she is saying in the condensation / steam vapor on the microwave door. I ask her to spell that thing she just said so I get it right. “S o l d e v e r e” she spells out letter by letter and pronounces : sol devvuh rey. The first portion of the word is clear, sol meaning SUN, but I am lost on the translation of the latter. My translation searches have been no help.


    September 21, 2023

    Ky, ancestral descendants, reawakened sexual energy channels

    A woman named Saturday. She is sitting and talking with a group of other women when one of them says they live near Wilmington. I am walking by, and hearing this, recognizing it as being where S used to live before recently moving to Israel am now stopping in my tracks and going back. I address the group, “did one of you just say you live near Wilmington?” None of the women are confirming they did. I begin speaking to one of them in particular, a pretty young woman with alabaster skin and shoulder length strawberry blonde hair. I apologize for interrupting and explain that I have a friend from that area. She is congenial and smiles. I turn to walk away but then turn back again, deciding to introduce myself by name, “I am Casey” I say, and shake her hand as she says hers is “Saturday”. I smile, finding that interesting, and head off.

    A whole scene I can only barely recall happens in what seems an instant between here and when I am breaking through a sort of barrier. It is dark, confined, like a closet, and I am pushing what is constructing the walls out of my way and barreling through. Someone is aghast at all the damage I have just caused as, now out of the confinement area and in the middle of some street I turn to my left and continue waking. I seem confused, not knowing the precise way I want to go. I notice the environment has a tangerine tinge to it. I turn after only a few steps and begin going the other way. A young male security person is coming after me. Another female police officer steps in and stops him. I understand in this activity that I am just to be observed, nothing beyond observation is approved. In the energy of trying to understand all this myself — I wake.

    It is still early, not quite 8am so I do a brief 15 minute WBTB, then go back in >>

    There is an area of activity from before, something beneath the surface activity logged above that is still trying to break through. I feel the little ‘dings’ as it tries to surface but I cannot grasp enough of it to make the connection necessary. Then, suddenly I realize the blackness behind my closed eyes has turned to a lighter shade of marbled slate grey. Within it I am seeing a pattern, like a very large half snowflake covering the middle and lower left portion of my field. It is not the correct color to be the activity that has been trying to surface ( which is more orange/tangerine ) so I just look into the pattern, wondering it what it is, when …. sometime later it presents as the upper and upturned color of a royal cape and appearing within the cape is a Lion being. He himself is indeed more orange in color, I look at and even into him, his energy, until I realize it is Ky! “Wow!”, I feel the sensation through my whole being, “he has come for an actual visit!” I am standing here, face to face with him. It is a truly extraordinary, surreal feeling.


    Ky, Lion Being

    Although I do not experience it in first person, I know Ky must have merged with me, — my whole being and body are charged and there is a profound reawakening of the sexual energy channels. I feel this as an intrusion into me by an invisible force within the coming scene ( one I am only welcoming and wanting to sink myself into ), and by two separate gentlemen in the scenes that follow. In this first scene I am in an apartment with an assortment of other young people ( young college aged adults ). I have just been woken and am in this energy, and only want for it to continue forever but have stood and am walking now through the living room in a sort of sexual energy intoxication, on the verge of here and elsewhere, barely able to keep my attention here in this room. I am looking for articles of clothing in which to dress myself in order to go out.

    Someone, I think the girls, two girls want me to go to a party with them. I find the top portion of a white lace lingerie set on the circular glass coffee table in the middle of the room. It has a white cotton bunny tail on the back. “This can’t be mine” I think to myself ( as my real time persona ), setting it down and continuing my search. My attention, in the most amazing way is pulsing into and out of this place, as though ‘elsewhere’ is vying increasingly more for it. I am now kneeling down in front of a dresser, the bottom drawer open, a pile of 5 folded pairs of colorful underwear are in my hand. I move to place them into the drawer, which is absolutely full of what seems hundreds of more colorful and likewise folded pairs. As I am placing the pairs in my hand inside the drawer, my attention follows into the array of color patterns and I shift.

    This is fascinating—I am pulling backwards out of the scene above to where I find myself sitting in a movie theater, leaning on the chair in front of me with my chin propped on my hands, so engrossed in what has been playing on the screen that I thought myself to actually be in the scene. I was in the scene, but now it feels I have only been here and watching it as a movie. I sit myself back on the seat. The theater is full, no seat is empty. — but the ten rows out in front of our row are vanishing. There is now an open space here which our row and those behind are now moved forward into. We are then all swept more toward front and center.

    I do not like this position relative to the screen because for one, I am far sighted, I can see better where I was, and two, it feels we are all being herded and contained like grade school children. I manage to detach my chair and my person from the group and reverse it back up to where it was. The next thing I know I am back in the previous scene >>

    I am walking into a building where there are apartments, the two girls are on my right and left respectively just behind my line of sight. It is raining. We are all animatedly talking and as we step into the building, I notice, but am not even stunned that here in the corridors between apartments it is still raining. We just keep talking and moving forward toward the party, a joyous almost gleeful energy filling me and I laugh as I begin singing ( to myself ) the song “raindrops keep falling on my head.” The door to the apartment is just up ahead, an impressive, carved wood door which arches at the top. We approach and go in. The room is massive and the timeline has shifted. We are in what appears an 1800s social gathering. Everyone is well dressed, as they would be for an evening gathering of this kind. As we move in I begin singing the “raindrops” song out loud for the whole room to hear. I have a beautiful singing voice, it captures everyone’s attention. As the girls and I sweep even further into the scene, beginning to interact with the others we get split up.

    There is a gentleman sitting at a table with a few others, what appears to be a level up from where I am standing. He is addressing me, asking that I collect what looks to be coded information from another man who is on a level just below me. I cannot hold the code in my memory, I ask the gentleman above if he has a pen, I will write it down and pass it to him. As I am engaged in all this, handing the slip of paper up to the gentleman above a portion of the room from where I am standing and toward him breaks apart from the rest. All I can do is sweep my arms around the woman at his table closest to me and hold on. We are all swept away like a boat on a carnival water ride.

    Soon into this affair, looking into the waterway up ahead I see there is a floating chair coming at us from the opposite direction. I put out my left leg ( the other being wrapped around the woman I am holding to for dear life ) to keep the chair on the far side of the waterway, away from it impacting us. The gentleman I have been engaging with tells me there is no need and to keep watching. I look over toward the chair fast approaching to see that it has a face!, it is an alive thing, it is keeping its own self to the far side as we go by. Everyone is still talking at the table, engaging with each other as though none of this is even happening.

    Only—the man and I seem out of their time and additionally in another. As I am working all this out I begin feeling a sensation, I look into it to discover he has intruded into me with his hand, using two fingers. There is really nothing I can do while in this position, which he is most aware. The most I can do is keep my composure and not give away to the others what is happening under the table. Somewhere in all the sensations running through me I shift once more.

    Still as the same female I became entering the party, I am standing in a large open library. It has multiple levels and racks, and is well lit by beautiful arched windows at the very top which line the entire room. I am curious to see myself, to see what ( pray tell ) has caused all the allure this particular evening. No sooner do I think this than do I see myself as though in a mirror. I am stunning, indeed, if not a bit older than most other females attending such gatherings; easily I am well into my 30s and dressed in full mid 1800s garb. My blouse is made of a delicate and fine flesh toned material that almost seems to float, or billow wispily along a respectably open V line through the chest. I am wearing pearls and earrings. My hair is chocolate brown, of a texture that is not straight nor curly but something in between and is pulled up to expose the neck. Fine wisps of hair have managed their way free of the arrangement along the hairline. My eyes are blue with natural dark lashes and have the look of someone experienced in life. I have seen myself in this form before, during a self regression some years ago. My name is Elizabeth, the year is 1847, Boston, I am a music/voice teacher and not married.

    —Back to the library: I am standing at one of the upper levels, a gentleman wearing a grey suit and hat is entering, attention aimed straight at me, formidably yelling up that I am a descendent of a man named ____ _____ ; I do hear the name in the experience but lose it in re-entry. The first and last names are equally short ( ex: John Lear ). When the name is said I see him in an old photograph that I recall finding some time back in my own father’s library. I am holding to one of the elaborately carved wood rails, crouching down toward the gentleman from the edge of this set of steps. I am telling him all of this, but in my mind the years do not coincide. ( I am thinking as my current self and not Elizabeth ).

    We talk for awhile longer but he is excited, and forward, and knows what he knows, and before I know it he has swept me up into his arms, sat me upon his lap where we are now both sitting on the edge of the outdoor veranda and is kissing me fiercely. Still trying to come up to speed with how fast everything is ( still! ) happening I begin to feel he is about to stand and throw me over the ledge. I try pulling away and working some distance between us. To which I do succeed.

    Another female helper has now entered the activity and is trying to work an appeasement between all the energy when all of a sudden the gentleman, arms up in curious inner anticipation simply says “nothing.” — during the most passionate of kisses he felt nothing. He is not sure how to feel about this. Current day etiquette dictates that a descendent such as me is at the top of the list from which to marry. But he felt nothing. No connection. And as it turns out, the helper and I now discover he is in love with someone else. A delightful, childlike woman of pure light and innocence ( I am seeing her ). So happy for myself and for him, I begin leaning in toward him, helping to console and validate his feelings for this other woman when the frequencies begin to shift and change and I feel myself moving back toward physical space.

    All I can think as I arrive, shift my position in the bed and begin embedding is,

    “Man, ( intense ) ……THAT was a lot to handle.”

    I am feeling inwardly toward the sexual energy sensation, following it to a very definite inner portion of my female anatomy in order to exactly locate it, — the location where the cells seem so alive and vibrating is not where one might suspect ( or at least not where I would suspect ), it is my cervix. I am riveted by the sensation, curious at it and unable to figure out in the moment why at my age the cervix of all areas would be animated.

    I am of course well beyond the child bearing years.

    I’ve got some homework to do.


    September 16, 2023

    Precognitive data, signs: weather event in Wyoming, the passing of someone I know

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    Default Re: Dreams : Dream Data : Logging Dreams Daily : How to Work with your Dreams



    Dream Data: October 2023

    I was away from home most the month of October. Surprisingly, to me, in a good way, my dreaming remained for the most part intact. My sleep pattern over the course of the previous months had by this month led into a near full reversal. At roughly 9pm each evening my whole system would wake as though it were morning and I would not be able to fall off to sleep until near sunrise. Due to this my days were begun later, and later, and later until I was not feeling fully rested until 1-3pm in the afternoon. I was living as though nocturnal. A key, related element may be that during the month I had an incredible integration experience with the Lupine Nation. Lupines ( wolves ) being nocturnal, I would be remiss to not mention this. Also this month is the solar eclipse, the moon coming between the Earth and sun; October 14, 2023.

    A repeating theme this month is the reliving of lifetimes. So many, beginning to end, the data so extensive I could not bring the detail, instead simply noting the pattern of it repeatedly happening. Another highlight of the month is being intercepted by an all female ET group.

    The largest theme of the month hands down, repeating night after night
    in every way imaginable, relentlessly, unceasingly is:

    INCLINES




    Dream Titles
    • Reversing my sleep and wake hours
    • Temporal rifts
    • Contact experience, Reuben Langdon — ( interview with extra-dimensionals )
    • Living situations, private and shared, body work
    • Zero sleep, zero dreams
    • Traveling, time, acclimating period
    • Erich and Leslie, three blonde boys; one attempts to attach
    • Feline tied to me at the belly
    • The lupine nation, full integration with my wolf
    • Nightmarish, ghoulish and evil
    • “My” Erich ( again ), gravity, incline, art
    • Walking through neighborhoods, more inclines and a note about them
    • Domestic violence at a bank, a household made mainly male dominant
    • Men from my past, initial contact with a new species
    • Devising the next new perfect care job
    • Precious metals—copper, silver and gold; the grandest and highest incline yet
    • Schooled in vitamin C
    • Lifetimes, ( just the general theme )
    • Lifetimes and inclines continue as themes
    • No recall. Yup, every now and again it happens 🪴
    • A very large group call
    • My openness to be replaced and confidence in right and harmonious flow
    • Military, private sector experimentation on humans
    • Urban, in-city survival situation
    • Multiple attempts to escape my dream, repeating loop back into the same space
    • A repeating symbol, my brother ( Derrick ) cutting my hair
    • Family, friendly foods, slow rolling vibrations that continue even after waking
    • Within the borderland between dream and OBE, intercepted by female group
    • Lifelines, kings, magic, sorcery and witchcraft – DANGER
    • Work in the non-physical, putting people to bed


    October 30, 2023

    Lifelines, kings, magic, sorcery and witchcraft – DANGER

    Lifelines: Elder asian male, loin cloth and walking stick, lived twice as the same man in the very same body 1000 years apart. I am shown at least one other who did this similar thing. I move through this information early in the night. I am shown a good deal but there were so many dreams following that this is all I could hold to. The night is filled with male kings of all kinds—elders, chiefs, kings on this planet and others. There is a point in the middle where I am in a rock maze, working my way through.

    Midway through the maze I am doing something for an old craggy bent over Polish woman who is a witch ( a young male assistant appears to be behind her ), I have to maneuver around her to place an object in a space that is behind her and as I do our eyes meet for a brief a moment. I hear “don’t look her in the eyes” and “did you look her in the eyes?” I say that yes I did but it was only for an instant. She did not feel malicious toward me in the slightest. More knowing than malicious. I may have stepped inside her knowing. I find myself in a house now, I seem to be a young male who is taking care of a doberman pincer who lives here while his person is at work.

    While I am out walking the dog off leash on our property two things happen at once. Three hefty black males arrive in a vehicle next door. One of them is walking from inside out toward the car, he is wearing jeans and a lavender t-shirt and seems an unassuming, friendly sort but the two stepping out of the car are tough and angry. One of them is asking the man in the purple shirt a question, he replies that it is cool, what he is looking for is inside. The tough one, showing his anger blasts past him and makes toward the door. Meanwhile, back on our property a 30-something caucasian male has stepped into our yard with his little girl. With the doberman out this is not a good situation.

    I tell them both not to speak, move or run, to stand perfectly still while I get the dog inside. I know that in an instant it could attack either one. The dog does not know me very well, but well enough to like and listen to me. I call him toward me as I move toward the front door. The man begins to move and speak to the dog and the little girl seems preparing to bolt. I remind them both not to move as the dog hesitates right where they stand. I call him again and am relieved he listens. I open the door, get him inside and close it—then head toward the man and girl to see why they are here. As I begin to wake, I hear myself repeating in my mind {{{ DANGER }}}.

    It is still the very early morning, just past 6am.

    While laying here embedding all I can I slip in again; there is more coming on kings, magic and witchcraft.

    It seems I am falling into and out of phase with a young light skinned, wild ( ash blonde ) haired young witch wearing wild modern clothes. It would seem I am periodically pulling my point of attention back, out of her to specifically observe HER more closely. This experience reminds me of the “White Wizard” OBE I had when I first began going out. At the moment we are in the city, out on the sidewalk/street. The girl has just done some magic directed up toward the sky and angered someone up there. Its magic comes down at her, visible violet white electric energy. She does not realize it yet, but it has made her invisible to most others. She walks away from the confrontation with spite, stands at the curb bending her bust toward the street like a prostitute hailing a ride. No cars are stopping. She stands with a huff and starts walking, not realizing yet what has happened. I follow her for a long time, for the equivalent of weeks and months.

    The main place we end up is in a particular palace. It is here that she learns she is invisible and begins to do something about it. She is a highly skilled witch. She can get herself to be visible again but it is going to take decided effort. There are kings interacting with kings from other kingdoms here, and other women who have magic. The kings seem to represent the world of light ( ie: the known ) , while the witches mostly the underworld of dark ( ie: mystery ). Our young witch has just mistakenly made herself known to another witch within the palace, who is right now throwing a light scan out from her fingertips, searching the room for her exact location. One of the young princes is here, which is who she had come to see. She does not like it one bit, but the other witch’s scanning is causing her to have to leave. She does not wish to be found out yet, and have her current condition used against her. She must keep her presence to herself while she works it out.

    My attention, at present outside the young witch shifts to the king, who is visiting a king of another kingdom. He is trying to spark him to life and to action, something is amiss but I cannot hear exactly what. I get the gist, however, the kingdoms must unite to solve something of an urgent matter. My attention follows the king back to his palace where I again synch with the young witch. We are on a carpeted spiral staircase, sitting hunched on one of the steps. Another of the royal family, an elderly male, perhaps an uncle to the king has just discovered me. He is old and uses a cane. I will quietly stand and ascend the steps faster than he is able.

    He is more spry than I imagined, though, and I am experiencing a kind of drag on my end so I also am not as fast as I thought. The king is also calling to the uncle which is spurring him on. It is a race and the race is on with the old man hot on my tail – but then I realize I can no longer hear him. I turn before reaching the landing ahead to see where the old man is. He does not appear around the bend. I imagine the strain must have killed him. I do not seem to feel one way or the other about this. I just walk the rest of the way to the landing and enter a blue lit room.

    One of the young princes is here, sitting near the top of a bleacher type set of seats—a toddler no more than 3 years of age. Our gaze meets, his innocence is allowing him to see me. Two of his much older brothers are here, I am aware of them in the distance, further into the room but this is the moment I have been searching for, an innocence that allows another to truly see me through the spell. There is such fun, such aliveness in the curiosity moving through me.

    I feel my heart leap at it, and in an instant, in this energy

    I find I am back in my own room.


    October 29, 2023

    Within the borderland between dream and OBE, intercepted by female group

    I am somehow intercepted by a female, warrior, soldier, along with two other male OBErs I know ( Ray, and another who I know but cannot clearly see or name ). I am dropped onto a large rubber raft in the ocean, in another world. I am left here with my wallet and cell phone while the female flys off with Ray and the other male. The waters are choppy and there are large sea creatures beneath me. I feel almost certain I will not make it out of here. I am not sure how I do. I cannot see the full flow of events, there are gaps missing. However I get out of the situation I feel like I do mostly on my own. I wind up on land, there does not seem to be anyone with me. I am about to find out I am on another world. Wherever this is, it is at lands end where it meets the shore.

    The first thing that solidly catches my attention is an adorable little light brown colored dog. My heart feels instant love and affection, I smile and reach out toward him but a man quickly stops me when he yells out “no!…no-one plays with him.” I look back toward the little one to see why. As adorable as he is, he is not your average dog, rather than the usual tail a large scorpion stinger is there in its place. I realize now I am somewhere other than my home world, I begin to look around and see other such anomalies, even among the people.

    There is a wooden railing along the pathway that overlooks the water. Walking along the top of it is a little creature no larger than the size of my hand that is shaped like an elephant. It has differences but walks the same and has a trunk. I have seen tiny elephants before and am trying to see this one more clearly now but am beginning to lose some stability. My vision is beginning to blur and I am losing position. My attention splits into two locales.

    In the one I am sitting with Ray and the other male OBEr indoors, the red and blue neon-like back lighting and other features make it feel like a sitting area in some kind of mall. We are engaged in a discussion about consciousness when Ray asks me what I feel the difference is between a dream and out of body experience. “Fundamentally they are the same ( as I now experience them essentially the same )” I immediately reply. The conversation continues from here but this is the only moment highlighted. In the other, I have wound up in a wooden structure of some kind that feels still close to the water. It is a large structure, it is old, the wood is old, it is without electric lighting, people pay daily rent to stay in certain areas within it. The female who first intercepted me and others like her are here in this area. So is Ray and the other male.

    A middle aged, bald white man is approaching the area. He holds a large wad of cash in his hands, all small bills. I want to help contribute to the rent but my wallet and cell phone are out on the raft in the ocean. ( Am I really there, too? Is it only my consciousness I projected further? ). The female, thin but muscular, blonde hair cut blunt above the shoulders and I are in a conversation. I am wanting my phone and wallet back. I am being held apart from them for some reason. So I guess I really am here on land. She is short with me, not even considering my request. I leave her room and go out into the larger area where the others who are like her all are; I will note they are all female.

    I begin venting to them, one of them in particular who is just the closest to where I am standing, saying how harsh the blonde woman is in her personality. The group out here are all neutral, but understanding. They seem to want me to realize more than I am. I am energetically being moved out toward the bald man, who is not unattractive I must say, with the money for the rent—which I hand to him, still feeling I have not really contributed. I begin wondering about the rent coming due daily. “Why daily” I wonder. I am wondering about all the various differences between this world and my own, between the energetic of this group of female renegades and my own when >>

    A strange thing happens. The delineation between wake and sleep vanishes.

    There is no transition back toward standard wake.

    I am just back in my bed.

    ***

    Classic OBE
    Classic seamless shift
    Classic ET drop off


    October 25, 2023

    Urban, in-city survival situation

    We are in an urban, in-city survival situation, — groups of people of sectioned onto discrete properties, the food available is mostly what you already have on the property, the water situation is the same ( there are no available utilities ); we have a small pool on our own.

    It is going to be important for everyone to find a role and pitch in with newly acquired chores but I can see that most are not realizing this yet. The situation has just begun and not everyone has acclimated yet. I am thinking that tomorrow I will clean the leaves out from the pool, which is almost more like the base of a large stone fountain at the border of our property where it connects to the next. A wall of green Ivy separates the two plots.

    I am debating whether it is best, safer to keep the water under cover of the leaves or to clean them out, each has their positive and negative. One of the two main uses for the water is to keep clean, without it we would not be able to <— this is what I seem the most grateful for; it is now a luxury.

    Some of our properties have fruit trees, mostly citrus and avocados but it is presently not citrus season ( Winter ), the trees are not baring. I know this because another of the groups of people has come by in a truck, they are ethnic, from somewhere South of the border, Central or South America. They have put two of their young twin children, not even of an age to walk quite yet on our property by one of the small fruit trees. They are looking for food, it is a trap they have set up but not a vicious one. I bring the children back up to the road and explain to their elders that our fruit trees are not yet baring. I see in the back of their truck they have a couple dozen large avocados and know they will be okay.

    One of the others of our own group is out on the wild land beyond our property and has come across a large black haired pig, possibly a boar but it looks more like the former. She is not very old, still in her latter teens but she manages to not only stay safe from the wild animal but to slay it. There is a name I am being given for it that I notice is close to Unthegewe. I am speaking the name to someone and giving thanks that we will eat tonight.


    October 24, 2023

    Military, private sector experimentation on humans

    I have been inside this experience before. I am in a large house, in a populated neighborhood with a male troop of a dozen or so when I begin to make the discovery that we are being used as lab rats for some kind of ( biological? ) experimentation. What is happening sickens me. I know the other men aren’t necessarily going to believe it right away. I look for a way to reach out for help, to spoil the experiment by making an outside party aware. I choose the next the door neighbors, a mid to late aged caucasian couple. I put water from our backyard into theirs—into their house, flooding the living area. It would seem no-one is noticing until the wife, sitting one morning in the backyard calls over. Not about the water, but I do take the opportunity to make her aware of it, and the couple, jointly, about what is happening over here. An uproar is stirred by this, the neighbors enter the inside of our space. I tell them to take anything they want from inside and then burn the place to the ground. The men and I are all heading out.


    October 3, 2023

    Contact experience, Reuben Langdon — ( interview with extra-dimensionals )

    I am sent a download.

    The energy is so intense I feel intoxicated throughout the whole event; the data is all a-swirl in me like a tornado.

    There is so much of it that it is beyond my ability to hold and draft it all out in full but I have the basic flow of events and important concepts. As they begin to come in, they depict their impact with the normal ( dream / data ) flow and reveal the process of moving from a standard dream state into that of full awareness. A good deal of the middle feels like moving in water while at the same time being incredibly dizzy or drunk. At the time of reaching the crescendo what is revealed to me, although revealed is still in a great sense an unknown. — but it is revealed, it has impacted my whole system, this I can feel even still.

    Surprising to me, the event begins with Reuben Langdon.

    He is drunk at the casino ( place of chance ), where I am also in a like state. Seeing him lights something up in me, he has never appeared in my casino before, “why is Reuben drunk at the casino?” I stop and ask myself. [ The casino is an overlay, I am with the beings, either off or onboard craft ]. I am trying to push through. I step up to Reuben where he is sitting with a drink in front of him. When I approach he misunderstands the approach and in response introduces me to his girlfriend who is sitting far across from him at what now appears a large rectangular shaped table. I attempt to explain that my approach is not a proposition, I simply recognize him and am trying to discern why he is here.

    A lot is going on here with this whole fragment when at the same time I am also all of a sudden finding myself on a bus. A lot happens on the bus I also no longer recall, the dream is too many layers deep, to data rich — I only see myself wanting to get off at UTC, University Town Center. It is an ordeal attempting to catch to the exact exit. The time constraint and pressure are causing emotion to build. I catch the exit, not exact but as close to UTC as I could and get off the bus. The next segment is for the most part a blur. It involves a LIVE ( crystal ) contact. I barely have the wherewithal to note this is happening at all.

    During the contact I am spun back into the bedroom where I had the initial leg of my awakening ( 2009 – 2014 ); Culver City, California. There are two young men who look near identical, very early 20s, dark brown hair forward combed with whips of curls at the front sides —and one somewhat older female who seems an instructor, teacher, helper or guide. She seems here more for support, most of the interaction and activity is with the two boys. There is a substance, a clear orange gel that I am saying to rub into the crooks of the their knees and top portion of the calves. They are saying to show them. They have a tube and release a large amount of the gel into my hands. I tell them it is too much. I try to get rid of some and then begin rubbing the substance into the crook behind my my right knee, focusing it into the top area of the calf.

    I am sitting atop the little table where I would floor sit to eat my meals. I do not even realize until the woman attempts to assist me, but I am ( /my body is ) in a near samadhi state, out of it, eyes rolled upward and near to falling from where it sits. I tell her I do not require assistance, noting the situation and continuing with what I am doing—rubbing the solution into the area. This whole segment feels as though I am the one helping the boys ( though it is likely the reverse ). I am now trying to locate paper on which I can write something out for them, only all I can find is paper with colorful nature prints. I can’t see how they will be able to make out what I write upon them. It would appear, now that I am fully awake, I am attempting to embed what I can of this segment so that it survives the shift back into physical space.

    In the shift into the next area there is a young girl, roughly 19 years old with loosely curled strawberry blonde hair. She wears a properly ironed cotton dress ( circa 1950s ) that matches the color of her hair. She is being hooked up into a large metal device that is meant to help her nurse her newborn. She is a little shocked at the suction sensation on her right breast. She inquires if this is normal and is assured that it is.

    As the shift completes, I am with Reuben again, this time we are at his? house. As I come in, I sit upon a stack of papers that are sitting on his blue sofa. I am unclothed and my hair is standing on end. I feel like I don’t really want anyone to see me like this. I am reminded of the intense heat I felt a moment ago. I remember feeling it and throwing off a forest green colored hoodie. Reuben and I are having a discussion but I can’t hear what it is about. We are devising something, though. We seem familiar with one another, as though we have known each other for some time. I stand to have a better look at the papers beneath me, they are stacked high like a book, what it is written upon them is hand drafted in pencil in large cursive writing. I can see it but no longer read it. I flip the pages one by one until for some reason I am walking out back.

    The next thing I know >> I am outside sitting in a pen in the mud.

    The fence surrounding the pen is quite low, I can barely sit here, the roof of it being not much higher than the top of my head. I see two large large rats and try to elevate myself up from the ground to let them go by. Once they do, they are now rabbits —from rabbits they become chickens and ultimately two of something that remind me of a newly born Charlie B. ( my beautiful chocolate brown chihuahua ). I come alive inside at this, at seeing what I think is Charlie. The one of them is beginning to play a bit rough and bite into the side of the other. I work to separate them, and then holding the one in my hands, for reasons unknown I say “when I turn around I am going to see who this really is.” This whole while, I will note, the fence surrounding the pen is being reconstructed to something far more nice, fitting, shiny and sufficiently high.

    When I turn around I see standing there, perceptually outside the fence,

    A grown, golden haired young man.

    I recognize him. In the instant I see him. In the instant before he came into view I was thinking to myself it would be him. In the same instant I had been recalling a whole experience with him beyond and behind everything I have just written. It came in for only a quick instant. There were others, not just the boy, whose blonde hair, overall presence and radiance seem something akin ( notably to me in this state ) to a god. He is just standing here, solely for me to see. And see him I do, though who exactly he is, is now beyond me. My system does feel it. As I sit here and stare, — recalling the brief instant of knowing.

    We, too, seemed to be devising something, preparing, from a place not of our Earth timeline. It is unclear whether this is a home world or space craft, but the environment we are in is silver/grey. The interior of a building/structure or craft, it could go either way.

    I saw it only for a split second. -as I turned to face the boy.

    As I turned to face my future.


    October 2, 2023

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    Casey,

    Thank you for bringing this to the forum. I appreciate all you are sharing and your method for logging and understanding through the system of the self. In conjunction with what is physically happening around you during waking life and sleep, it all ties together. The details are important and you have laid them out beautifully. I'm also happy to see your imagery, the illustrations (your artwork!?) and your photographs translate essence and settings in a lovely manner.

    I stopped logging my own dreams and experiences about a year ago due to being able to sleep only a fraction of the time one should and running (haphazardly regarding self) just to keep up during the days.

    Your thread inspires me to really concentrate on allocating the moments necessary for logging experiences and dreams each day. It's usually after an exciting event that I wish I had been logging and then scramble ineffectively to backtrack and gather fading details from the days and nights preceding.

    So, thank you for sharing who you are and what you have learned, and especially for helping/teaching others how to do the same!

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    Casey,

    Thank you for bringing this to the forum. I appreciate all you are sharing and your method for logging and understanding through the system of the self. In conjunction with what is physically happening around you during waking life and sleep, it all ties together. The details are important and you have laid them out beautifully. I'm also happy to see your imagery, the illustrations (your artwork!?) and your photographs translate essence and settings in a lovely manner.

    I stopped logging my own dreams and experiences about a year ago due to being able to sleep only a fraction of the time one should and running (haphazardly regarding self) just to keep up during the days.

    Your thread inspires me to really concentrate on allocating the moments necessary for logging experiences and dreams each day. It's usually after an exciting event that I wish I had been logging and then scramble ineffectively to backtrack and gather fading details from the days and nights preceding.

    So, thank you for sharing who you are and what you have learned, and especially for helping/teaching others how to do the same!
    I appreciate your encouragement, Victoria, thank you.

    It is good to hear from someone who has engaged in dream logging, I can certainly understand your reason for taking a break, working with your dreams is no easy or simple endeavor, is it? The dedication it requires is off the charts. Notably when first getting into the practice. When I began, specifically the daily practice, I had intended no more than a single year ( 365 days of dreams, which I made into a PDF ). When I tried to stop, though, the dream awareness just kept coming in even stronger. So I kept going. It has been multiple years now, beginning in 2019. I periodically think I will rest and maybe begin something new. So far is just hasn't happened. So....if there is anything inspiring in this I am pleased. It is, I must say, very nice to hear.

    It is important work, bringing information through from the other side.

    Do let me know if you begin again. I would be interested.


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    Dream Data: November 2023

    It is a challenging month that begins horrifically, the theme of torture and killing takes center stage then from here it goes unceasingly into survival and survival preparedness; scenario after scenario, night after night. There is a cluster of days mid-month when no logs have been made due to the dreams consisting of scenarios on the same theme. I reached a point of flabbergast at the steady repetitiveness and began to feel un-obliged to keep reporting essentially the same thing. However, after a few nights had passed and the theme was still flowing as steadily as when it began, I started to feel it more important. I am certain, beyond any shadow of a doubt this has never happened before. Neither in the event of a single subject matter being SO persistent, nor dreams themselves being so heavily centered on Earth-life and physical matters.

    The word, or focus coming through this month is clear >>

    Survival, survival, SURVIVAL



    Dream Titles
    • Mind probed for data on Enki, controlled areas of the Middle East
    • A night in the lower realm, kill room
    • On the verge of wake and sleep, email from Erich, feline-human hybrid contact
    • I am contacted in the Void ( retrieval ), captive young male human hostages
    • A tour of the internal networking of my body
    • Group abduction, what happens in the line going up
    • What I do when instructed to kill someone
    • Walking the city without being seen, chase scenes, the Middle East, molestation and killing
    • Running myself through survival scenarios
    • Preparing, learning new skills, building an outdoor latrine
    • Survival preparedness ( the theme continues ), 9s and black dolphin
    • Reaching out in the etheric to a housemate with the need to begin preparing
    • More survival scenarios, bots observing me, human hybrid synthetic androids
    • A meeting in the after realm ( or in-between ) with Erich and Carie
    • A visitation from the church, food not readily available
    • Planting a garden, harvesting my own seeds
    • Survival challenge; unclean living conditions and lack of sanitation
    • Survival continues to remain the theme
    • A productive beside collaboration with guidance
    • Dismemberment, aggressive behavior in an et species, future data
    • Zeus, the gods, late night electrical work in the house of … ( who? )
    • Survival, water, water storage, the challenge of other people
    • It is a rough night on my body, physical duress, throwing myself out of my dreams
    • The world has essentially stopped, I am learning how to cook without electricity >> an odd nudge/shove forward


    November 30, 2023

    The world has essentially stopped, I am learning how to cook without electricity >>
    an odd nudge/shove forward


    I have just 2 bits —of course the theme of the month ( ie: survival ) continues unrelentingly.

    There is just this one moment from within the scenes that I can see as I am waking, I see it is the same survival theme and am not motivated to really go in there to see more. Something has happened, The world, at least that of it where we are living has essentially stopped. People are not able to easily get around, resources are down to what each household already has at hand. This said, we are meeting outdoors in small groups and some of us are sharing. I am looking for butane canisters and asking a man who is in front of me if he has any. It feels like there may be 4 of them. I have been learning the different ways to cook, indoors and out without electricity.

    A male guide is here with me, he is with me all throughout the night, wherever I happen to show up. I can feel him, and sort of see him, he is roughly my age and looks like an outdoorsman, like someone who is experienced in matters. There is a point late night / very early morning when I guess the brainwaves were shifting and another male figure, much larger than your average human and I think with a shaved head puts a hand on my shoulder and pushes me forward -in a seamless instant I am back in my bed. I am alert enough to have caught the oddity of the happening and think “how interesting.” I am also wondering why I needed a shove.

    This male being seems quite indiferent and disinterested in me.

    I am not sure why he gave me the helpful? nudge.


    November 25, 2023

    Dismemberment, aggressive behavior in an et species, future data

    Another intense night of dreams. I have left the details of the stories behind and brought just the major, important fragments back with me. In the first my perspective is coming out of and into a man who is being held up off the ground by his arm ( by a giant of a man ) as his limbs are being sequentially more hacked off by an axe—beginning with the ankles/feet, then wrists/hands, then further up the legs and arms until he is only a torso. As my point of attention has free range to exit this body I am feeling no pain, and from the outside looking back at the man I see there is no blood. This confuses me, on top of the already mass confusion at the occurrence of the event in itself.

    From here I get caught in a square staircase loop. It doesn’t go anywhere other than the roughly 4 floors it contains. I want to say that visually this may be within a mall, there seem to be accessible stores surrounding the staircase itself. The people in the background of this experience have no idea what is going on. I am working with 3 other men to escape a kind of upright standing winged animal that is here that has somehow become sexually aggressive. I have no idea why it ( or they ) are coming after what look to be people but their aggression can be fatal. One is hot on my tail as I take flight onto the staircase. It does reach me as well. I am able to feel, as far away as from my sleeping body in the bed, the being ram its rounded beak repeatedly into my back between the shoulder blades. One of the men who in the scene is trying to keep the thing away from me is asking if I am alright. I somehow am. I have compassion for these beings and am aiming at a peaceful resolution to what is happening here.

    Back in the bed my body is in kumbhaka ( breath cessation ).

    I am laying flat on my back in stasis, or what some call sleep paralysis. The mouth is closed but a large rounded pocket has been formed through the oral cavity. The whole area is dry as a bone. This captures my attention as it is not what I could call a pleasant sensation, and I attempt to moisten the inside of my mouth. This lasts only a moment as I am still being strongly pulled within and I find I am landing in another, this time more modern city scene. The contents of this one have been removed from me, save a single happening that occurs when, through the return shift I am attempting to embed the experience. — visually it appears I am typing a FB post.

    I have written the sentence,

    “We have entered one of the three major megatropolises, …”

    Rather than write the name of the actual city I have said only this and for a moment I am caught on the spelling of the word, I am not confident I have the plural vernacular correct. In my hesitation, all of a sudden a wonderful light frequency is beamed down at me. So intent at not only my devastation at events that have just occurred, but embedding what I can of what I have just experienced I almost do not let it take hold of my attention — but in a last moment I give in and do. I let it blend with me, remind me of home, my natural state and who I am. I then look back to what I have written, the one simple sentence, and seamlessly shift back into my body. It is still in stasis, still laying supine pinned to the bed. The mouth, still bone dry. I feel dizzy, intoxicatingly heavy as I re-synch with physical space, with my body, attempting to understand what has just happened and at the same time moisten the mouth so that I can breathe again. Physical space is so t h i c k relative to where I had just been, my head is swimming as I complete making the shift. Everything is in a swirl. I have to lay here saying my key words, again and again for roughly a half hour before they will remain stable.

    I wish I could have brought back more, but at the same time am content that I did not. The data this entire month has been so continuously challenging.

    What more I could handle I am not sure.


    November 4, 2023

    I am contacted in the Void ( retrieval ), captive young male human hostages

    This one starts from within the Void. There is nothing but blackness all around me but I myself am somewhat visible as I approach, as though crawling on my belly, a young man who is reclining on his back. There seems to be something further up ahead to the front of us that is happening, which I may be positioning myself to view but it is not garnering much of my attention and I cannot see exactly what it is. For reasons unknown to me, what I instead do is sit myself upright with my legs extended straight out to my front ( dandasana ). I then place the young man in the same position on top of me, then slowly lay back and extend our legs overhead while moving toward the floor ( uttanasana ). It would seem this action has folded me into the young man’s mind space. I am now in another place. Inside a scene.

    It takes me a few moments to realize the shift has happened, but I gradually come alert to the fact that I am inside a building, walking down hallways, looking into small cell units that house 2 men each. They are all young men, I see no women. The ideas of a hospital and jail are superimposed. There are no doors or bars that I see, just open doorways into each of the cell units. Inside of them there are no furnishings, no beds, no toilet. They are simply empty cells. Some are square, some rectangular. The men are sitting propped up against the walls with their legs splayed and sometimes heads drooping. As I walk by, some of them seem to notice me. The walls are a light, pale green and everywhere, inside every cell and along every hallway they are stained with blood. The horrificness of where I am is beginning to impact my senses. I am beginning to spin as panic and dread rise up from the pit of my stomach. I begin looking for a way out, my mind races along corridors until I see what is a nurses, or guard station.

    There are three people sitting here at the station talking amongst themselves when I step up.

    One of them is a large, robust woman of mixed ethnic descent. She turns toward me along with one of the males, also of ethnic descent ( Cuban?, one of the Islands? I am not sure ) who asks which cell I am trying to find. Implying I am here visiting someone. As though this is a place that would allow visitors. They all can see that I am noticeably impacted by the state of this place. I try to keep my head, knowing I have to come up with a number. I close my eyes, cover them with my hands and see the number clearly, “5706” I say. The large woman stands from her chair, walks me around a few corners, then commands me to stay where I am standing while she walks into a gaming area. The room dividing screen in front of me is one I can see through, I look into a full casino style set-up.

    Moments later, the large woman returns from the area with a beverage for me, a small 5 oz plastic cup filled with amber fluid. I seem to know better than to drink it, but thank her, and place the cup to my mouth as though taking a sip. She is saying she does not think I am here to find one of the men in the cells but rather one of the dealers. The number I gave – 5706 – seems to have an actual association with someone in the gaming area. She begins walking me again, but all of this is a facade, the people behind all of this are waiting for me to drink and become drugged. I feel the horrible sensation of disappearing further and for good in this caged hell hole. I must not drink. I have to keep my senses and get out of here. I can only do this this if I keep my full cognitive senses. It is the last thought I am having as I wake back into physical space.

    As I lay here embedding, the first scene I see is from earlier in the night.

    My mom, looking as young and gorgeous as she always is, even at her advanced age is coming on to an attractive, much younger, dark skinned dark hair man. She has him at a disadvantage up against a wall. I am energetically trying to push her away from him. I will note, this only seems important because my mom was a blackjack dealer in Las Vegas back in the day. I don’t think it was actually my mom coming onto that man, rather her appearance was being used to symbolize the important/relative concepts of an older woman who is a dealer.

    This appears to have been an attempted retrieval/rescue of the young man who contacted me in the Void. As I approached him, he did feel like someone I knew, though I did not recognize him. I cannot say whether this is a real life situation I entered or a mind construct.

    Either way, it was alarmingly just as real.


    November 2, 2023

    A night in the lower realm, kill room

    I had the craziest dreams all night. ( all night! ).

    Categorically, they were just lower spectrum and energy experiences. If I went down there to make rescues, I may have gotten lost. There are just two dreams of the mix of approximately four dreams that I will log. They are the two that have stayed the most to the front.

    In the first : It is night, a male who works at the same company as I, asks me if I will fly to another city with him ( note: in the dream I know the city, it may have been Denver or Las Vegas, I just can no longer say for sure ). There is something there, an item he is going to retrieve. I am not sure why he has asked for or needs help with this. I know he asked another female prior to me that didn’t work out. It is someone he knows and works more closely with. While the two of us do not even really know one another. But I say yes I will fly with him. It is supposed to be an in-and-out, fly there, retrieve the item and fly right back the same night. However, this is not how it turns out. We go there, the man -who is being portrayed here by an actor I am familiar with but do not know his name, middle-aged, blonde, semi-attractive ( others do find him attractive )—does immediately retrieve the package, which I am seeing as 2” thick slices of ice, and then later watermelon, both the size and shape of the the clear 2 gallon sized ziplocks that hold them. We do not make it far with these before being intercepted by two others, a man and woman, played by Kerry Cassidy and John Goodman, who are going to kill us over whatever all of this about.

    This whole scenario plays out in full, graphic linear detail. We are taken to a “kill” apartment, where we are not the only ones about to be killed. It is also not the first time my subconscious is casting John Goodman as a sick, evil character who performs this kind of act. The man I am traveling with does not make it into the scene very far. He is sat down in a room on a sofa, and along with 3 others popped off before I can even really learn why. Like the others, a gun is put his forehead and the tigger pulled. I am not in this room, I am in the larger area of the apartment with Kerry but I know I am next. I don’t even know what I have done, what they think I have done. I have surrendered to the facts of the situation but I am still trying to save my own life. I am having a close, heartfelt talk with Kerry. I am not sure why I am saying it, or why these visuals are presenting but we are dressed alike, in a black shirt topped with with a black and white checkerboard patterned flannel that is open in front and near the same color blue jeans ( ie: genes ). I am bringing this to her attention, along with our initials both being “K.C.” and asking “have you never noticed?”, referencing the high level of similarity between us. I am appealing to her sense of us being family. I can feel her energy, feel it begin to slightly shift, I begin to use this further to my advantage.

    While all this is playing out it comes to my attention that there is a large group of others in the collective aura of all this, others who are going to get caught in this web and be killed also. I go out to them, how exactly I am not sure but realizing and pointing out that there are so many more of us than just the two of them. At first they are not sure about this but I point out that we can overcome and overtake them. I rally up their and energy and courage until we are united, and certain in our focus and ability. They are not yet in the “kill” apartment and I am so I sign on to be the distraction maker while the others do what they can to shift the web of potentials and the timeline so that they never end up in this place. We are going to bind the female played by Kerry and kill the male played by John Goodman. Or, to the latter, this is what I had thought.

    When he comes toward me to take me to the kill room, while trying to save my life the subject of sex is broached. There is a whole sordid scene regarding his member, about it being monstrous. I see three objects on a silver medical tray, one of them being the phallus itself, which looks as though it belongs to a whole other species, be it one I have certainly never seen before. The general shape of the thing is similar but there are additional shapes to it and pastel pink, green and blue hues. Very different, very different than anything I have ever seen before. What I see on the tray is assembled and then attached to the man as though it is some kind of extra appendage and a sex scene plays out. Leading into it, the character played by John is sitting on a chair, surprised I would agree to such a thing. “Why would I not” I say, going into detail about why I would and being as convincing as I can. Which is working, he lets me approach and straddle him.

    I keep clothing in the way, and space between our sexual organs. I am fortunate he is content with everything else I am giving him, and saying.., though when a kiss comes up it is all I can do to hold my stomach. I have to shift my whole attention, choose to explore it from the inside out like a researcher. A part of me is beginning to touch a conscious state through portions of this, wherein I am seeing what is happening from the perspective of an outside ( ET ) party. In this perspective I am attempting to understand ( -more than it is possible for me to say. ). Meanwhile, the rest of the large group of others have found and bound Kerry, the bulk of their attention is on her and not the man, even though they are only going to keep her bound. I am beginning to get frustrated, I cannot continue what I am indefinitely. I need them to come take care of ( ie: kill ) this man.

    In my frustration, knowing there is a time limit here, things begin getting comical. While in our current position, in the midst of our fake passion/sex I begin periodically banging the back of this man’s head to the wall. It certainly is not going to be enough to kill him. I need them to bring the gun and shoot him. If he discovers me doing this ( he seems lost in the energy of the so called moment ) it is all over. It gets very confusing from here.

    We do accomplish our task, though I do not know the details of what this came to entail. I do not know if the John Goodman character was actually ever killed. I just know our task is done. It is mad as the whole group of us now move to escape this web ( matrix, structure, apartment ). Some of us are not making it, some of us are. I make it to a grey colored hallway where there are 3 silver elevator doors. I stand at the door on the right awaiting a group of 5 or 6 others, an undercover group who came to help who I seem to be a part of. When the doors open and they arrive, in the heat of everything they all get into the middle one without me. I hop over to it just in time to catch the doors by my fingertips, using all my strength to pry them back open.

    After succeeding, I am standing here looking at them questionably. They were just going to leave me on my own ( why? ). I enter the elevator, the doors close and I find myself knowing it is going up to the 4th floor. I am not happy with the group, or what just happened. It is madness outside the elevator. I am alert to it all. Those people, more than a hundred of them still trying to get away. In this uncertain but relieved ( for myself ) energy — I wake.

    It is still very early in the morning. The sun has not yet risen, it is maybe 5am. A few minutes go by before I realize I am out of the experience and safe.

    “Well that was a crazy dream” I flatly say aloud to anyone listening.

    What the heck ?!@#$%!

    ***

    I somehow fall back off without any difficulty.

    I find myself in Sandy’s bedroom, there is a water leak, it is coming from my ceramic water cooler that is sitting stop her dresser. In an impossible moment I scream out “I don’t know what to do!!!!” I can’t figure out how to make the water or flooding of the carpet stop. Then >>

    I am outside, on the street, sitting on the floorboard half inside the back passenger side door of a white family camper van, scooping water out from beneath the seat. There are other people inside the van, which has three rows of seats and a back end. As I am first sitting here scooping the water I notice it is nighttime, there are street lights and people passing by. Some of them are “punksters”, low frequency energy, tough, one of them is giving me a dirty look as he walks by with a friend. I now notice the person in the second row of seats on my same passenger side.

    He is a young man, he’s using a water spray element that comes up from where the seatbelt would be. I bring to his attention all this water back here that I am scooping up from under the third row of seats. I am not sure if he sees the correlation. There is a connection here in this experience with my Dad which I am tangibly detecting and feeling, possibly the whole family lineage. The vehicle is in motion now and I see through the front window, the driver is seriously tailgating the car in front of him. I make a comment about the last time I drove this van myself—I did the same. The current driver, like the people walking by is also a punk. We are driving up to a locked chain link fence. There are 3 young males out front all armed with automatic rifles. They are signaling for us to stop, then I hear one of them say “put up your hands.” It takes me a minute to realize he may be speaking to me. I am sitting center in the second row of seat and say “oh! me?” and promptly put up my hands. The young man says “okay” to the others, signaling them to open the gate and waving us in as….for the second time — I wake.

    Just a weird, weird night. All around.

    One dream after the next.


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