Here and Now...What's Happening?

[Ernie Nemeth]

I was doing something in my dreams last night too is why I asked, cannot remember anything about it though. Woke up with a sense of, not great accomplishment like in a victory or something, but that some kind of big meeting or exchange of info or just general communing had occurred in some alternate arena. I don't know. I felt satiated, not depleted but rooted. Calm.

Doing a lot of introspection at the moment. No strong emotional attachment in any direction that I can find.

No, there is the issue of money. Investigated that last night while out on my walk (it was freezing cold here, -25C, -13F?) and there is a charge from way back when I got my first job after high school. Window tinting was my game, cars were my specialty but I did a lot of condos too. I was riding my motorcycle (Yami 500) with a four foot ladder, bucket, squeegie, and assorted supplies strapped to the back (I'm really good at tieing things down now, by necessity, hehe). My boss was a young entrepreneur with the dream of making it big. In my naiveté, I told him I would be a millionaire before him, and meant it. I had the talent, I was smart, it would be easy, I surmised.
Soon, that innocence was shattered, as I learned the sad reality of our world.
Sad reality? Hold on a minute...back up. What sad reality?
And then it poured out, a false belief based on earlier negative experiences, family issues, and my own bubbling emotional state at that time. A string of bad luck, lousy timing and teenage woes, coupled with a sudden reality check (could it be called culture shock?) led me to conclusions that were not true. Interesting how I almost fogot all about this episode while on my walk last night.
And then the sense of having dreamed...something different or unusual.
Just saying.

By the way, the phone will ring because it must, I'm not concerned, did not mean to make it sound otherwise.
And I am physically moving towards the money, on purpose and with intent, so no worries.
Geeze, as I know from previous years, most people are still getting over their New Years Eve hangovers...

[1inMany]

Ran across this and thought of you, 1inmany...

Thank you, Belle, for thinking of me.

"Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass...
it's about learning how to dance in the rain."

It's.....perfect.

Much Love,

[Playdo of Ataraxas]

Posted by Ernie Nemeth (here)
I was doing something in my dreams last night too is why I asked, cannot remember anything about it though. Woke up with a sense of, not great accomplishment like in a victory or something, but that some kind of big meeting or exchange of info or just general communing had occurred in some alternate arena. I don't know. I felt satiated, not depleted but rooted. Calm.

Thank you Ernie. You triggered me to remember my dream last night after reading your post. For the last several days, I have had heavy dreams, but not one snippet could I bring back in to memory after awaking. It wasn't until this morning that I was able to recall nearly all of my dream. Here it goes:

I was in a large theatre hall packed with people and a performance was about to begin. I remember specifically this being in my hometown on the college campus there. The theater does not exist in reality but I knew the theater was located on this particluar campus. In reality, his college is an über-southern baptist christian college, though I don't know if that is significant or not. Before the show began, I was introduced to a wildly flamboyant, red-headed, bespectacled theater director who was in charge of the show. She was dressed in a colorful, loose-fitting silk dress. She was quite assertive and spoke her mind, spouting directives at everyone. I volunteered my services to her and she gave me things to do. Very soon, the performance began. A french ballet began, all the dancers in seventeenth century garb; or at least the singing was in French. I wasn't really a fan, nor was I dressed to mingle with the crowd serving drinks, so I volunteered to go below and behind stage to help with the work. The next part of the dream led me through menial tasks which I performed dutifully; toting this, moving that, adjusting lights, etc. While performing one task, I continued lower and lower underneath the building until I came to a well-lit, but extremely steamy cellar where I saw men and women naked or with towels on. I realized that this was a Turkish bath. Odd, I thought, below this theater, on this college campus.

Finally, the ballet was over and the actor and actresses filed behind stage, partaking in the afterglow festivities of the post-performance. After disrobing, many of the performers were led by the red-headed Director lady, loudly running her mouth the whole way, down to the Turkish baths. Curious, I followed, but seeing what was going on, apparently an orgy, I decided I didn't want to be there. From there, I walked up the steps to the very top balcony. There, I found my father and some of my good friends along with a few strangers. All of a sudden an orange tabby cat, scared to death, half starved, began terrorizing everyone. I chased him, and grabbed him by the scruff and he turned on me and scratched and bit me until I was able to put a stranglehold on him where he wouldn't bite or scratch me: his neck and front legs in my right hand and his rear legs in the left hand. Puss and snot were coming out of his mouth, ears, and eyes, and blood was all over me. My father said, "You know that cat has rabies?" I said, "It appears that way. Let's take care of him first and then I'll take care of myself."

I always carry at least one white linen or cotton handkerchief in my back pocket. I had three in this dream. While holding the cat, I asked my father to remove them from my back pocket, wrap two around each of his front paws, and then the last one around his head and eyes. After doing so, the cat relaxed, and I was able to set him down. That was basically the end of it, as we left the balcony and theater all together.

Strange.

[9eagle9]

Ernie,

I share your frustration because I know my money situation is my own crap. I resist money. I don't feel like I should need it, and I get pissed when I do. Granted I don't need a lot of it, by some miracle I can very well manage myself, 19 other entities, on 325 a week and still stash some under the mattress and still maintain my glamourous lifestyle. (ha ha) But I have to start loving it more. As convenience if nothing else. It becomes easier when you do. When I get excited about getting money more comes in (even though it goes right back out again).

I know its frustrating, I'm working with someone who helps people like me to find the people who need me and I've spent all day passing photos of myself that are returned as wrong, for the purpose. I'm supposed to honest and dependable looking and instead she says it looks like a photo of the grinch that stole Christmas about to poach someone's husband.

I can't do this, I have to have help with it. It easier for me to get other people to do it than it is myself and it holds true for a lot of people.

[Guest]

Your dream was much more colourful than mine -i woke up dreaming about surge protectors -LOL


Love

Nora

[eaglespirit]

Hello 'Here and Nowers'...wishing You All a wonderful evening.

There is a current interview video with Brandon Adams I posted on the ECETI thread and on Wade's thread...
I feel many of You will thoroughly enjoy!

[ulli]

Posted by Playdo of Ataraxas (here)
Thank you Ernie. You triggered me to remember my dream last night after reading your post. For the last several days, I have had heavy dreams, but not one snippet could I bring back in to memory after awaking. It wasn't until this morning that I was able to recall nearly all of my dream. Here it goes:

I was in a large theatre hall packed with people and a performance was about to begin. I remember specifically this being in my hometown on the college campus there. The theater does not exist in reality but I knew the theater was located on this particluar campus. In reality, his college is an über-southern baptist christian college, though I don't know if that is significant or not. Before the show began, I was introduced to a wildly flamboyant, red-headed, bespectacled theater director who was in charge of the show. She was dressed in a colorful, loose-fitting silk dress. She was quite assertive and spoke her mind, spouting directives at everyone. I volunteered my services to her and she gave me things to do. Very soon, the performance began. A french ballet began, all the dancers in seventeenth century garb; or at least the singing was in French. I wasn't really a fan, nor was I dressed to mingle with the crowd serving drinks, so I volunteered to go below and behind stage to help with the work. The next part of the dream led me through menial tasks which I performed dutifully; toting this, moving that, adjusting lights, etc. While performing one task, I continued lower and lower underneath the building until I came to a well-lit, but extremely steamy cellar where I saw men and women naked or with towels on. I realized that this was a Turkish bath. Odd, I thought, below this theater, on this college campus.

Finally, the ballet was over and the actor and actresses filed behind stage, partaking in the afterglow festivities of the post-performance. After disrobing, many of the performers were led by the red-headed Director lady, loudly running her mouth the whole way, down to the Turkish baths. Curious, I followed, but seeing what was going on, apparently an orgy, I decided I didn't want to be there. From there, I walked up the steps to the very top balcony. There, I found my father and some of my good friends along with a few strangers. All of a sudden an orange tabby cat, scared to death, half starved, began terrorizing everyone. I chased him, and grabbed him by the scruff and he turned on me and scratched and bit me until I was able to put a stranglehold on him where he wouldn't bite or scratch me: his neck and front legs in my right hand and his rear legs in the left hand. Puss and snot were coming out of his mouth, ears, and eyes, and blood was all over me. My father said, "You know that cat has rabies?" I said, "It appears that way. Let's take care of him first and then I'll take care of myself."

I always carry at least one white linen or cotton handkerchief in my back pocket. I had three in this dream. While holding the cat, I asked my father to remove them from my back pocket, wrap two around each of his front paws, and then the last one around his head and eyes. After doing so, the cat relaxed, and I was able to set him down. That was basically the end of it, as we left the balcony and theater all together.

Strange.

The basement represents the lower chakras, where everything seems as it should be.
The problem is on the upper balcony, which represents the head area, or your intellect. Finding father there is also normal, as he represents the government, the higher self...but it's that kitten, totally starved, and wild, untamed, that gives concern.
It represents an area in your education, perhaps, that was left blank.Perhaps since cats represent domesticity and comfort it could mean that your subconscious is starved in that area.
The white cotton handkerchiefs represent purity and cleanliness, so perhaps you need to dress or wrap your mind in some mental impressions that
calm you down.

[Belle]

Posted by Carmody (here)
My experience is that the universe is being extra careful so that you go into a critical decision making point or day, with no false (too much knowledge) support. For dreams are allegorical tales of our coming experiences (from my personal experience in these matters) and of our spiritual associations in astral realms.

You might be undergoing some fine tuning in your timeline so electrical items could experience failure. 'realists' would write it off to electrostatic charge change, ie lower humidity, power fluctuations and possibly weather temperature changes due to seasonal aspects..but the nature of emergent reality is that like the dream it ALWAYS forms from formlessness INTO something that is stable in THIS 'conscious' frameworks.

Thank you, Carmody.

Because I tend to normally allow these things to be, figuring that at some point the universe will reveal its intent, I've never spent much time attempting to understand what was going on. This time feels different, more intense.

You've added a much needed clarity and an understanding that once spoken, becomes a 'slap on the forehead, "of course that's it"' reaction.

[astrid]

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=hoFymAjX1vI

Thanks Tom!

[astrid]

Really noticing so many internal changes now.
The path for me has just opened up for all the things
i have been trying to do for ages.
In retrospect, me moving on things any
earlier would have been a total waste of time
as i didn't have the right attitude,
nor supportive energies.

I called the kennels today to board my dogs
for the weekend i will be away.
And really its a trial to get them
ready for me being away for longer, as im coming home both nights.
It's meant to get easier for them if they have been before.
If Louis is still not well, i will split them up, and get someone to
house sit with him, and just board Ozzie.

I'm visiting the kennels on the weekend to
check out their set up. They have indoor kennels
which is good, and my Vet said they have had no
complaints about them. I have to be confident that
they will be ok, else i will be stressing the whole
time i am away.

Been giving Louis Ormus twice a day,
and noticing he is preferring to sit in the garden,
its like he is grounding himself, which makes
sense. Animals know so much intuitively,
much more than we give them credit for.
I'm also giving him fresh raw meaty bones.
I have a theory on feeding the same body
parts he is showing a weakness in.

Not looking forward to leaving them, but its all good,
more lessons in detachment. If it all goes well it really opens
me up for future traveling and adventures. So fingers crossed.

[astrid]

The money issue I'm still trying to untangle myself. It's so loaded
with parental, societal, and ancestral programming that its
so hard to know where to start. I don't subscribe to the money
is evil mythology that has been feed into the consciousness of
many lightworkers. And i have talked about that a bit already,
its usually falls on deaf ears and it brings out the trolls.
I always get by, always have want i need when i need it,
in fact i seem to have a real gift in making money,
which i could use to help so many people.
The problem is i have absolutely no drive when it
comes to money, its a real puzzle to me,
and one that i would very much like to solve.
It's on my list as something
to untangle this year.

[1inMany]

Here and now...glad I got a catnap because it's been a late night. Have given much of my self today, am tired but not to the level I would expect. Maybe I really am getting stronger. That would be so cool. Feeling that all is as it should be with my girls. I love them so much, and I'm thankful that sometimes everything works out, sometimes I am able to provide just what they need in their hearts. The connection is surreal.

She should have been so sick today, actually probably for a couple of days. But I placed just a certain rock under her pillow, and she didn't have a headache when she got up. She should have been sick, really sick...but in the middle of the night she felt a very firm touch on her back and was immediately relieved of feeling any sickness. She's got peeps. And, when you have peeps that love you unconditionally, it's only a hop, skip & a jump over to loving yourself unconditionally. I will do what I can to help her travel the distance...even if I have to kick her butt over it

Tonight I was talking to my daughter about her guardian angel, since it isn't the time for introduction to higher self (which is how I kind of equate guardian angels I guess). As I was talking, I could easily imagine a pillar of light reaching to her from above her head. Sometimes I can't decide whether my imagination is really good, or whether by some unexplainable force I am able to see something that's not even there, not really visible...hmmm, always leading to... is that real? Haha, I laugh at myself, what is real? Discussion for another day. She is smiling and full of hope, as all young people should end every day. Tomorrow, younger one is back to school. Tonight I tucked her in, such a rare occurrence as they get older. I always get my sugars & hugs, but tucking in is a special occurrence. School means more dealings with people outside this teensy tinesy safe zone. Ick. I think I will have to find a special rock for her purse in the morning. And a new one for myself, since older one has decided to keep mine lol.

Hearing the hum of the space heater. Same old rug on the floor, same tick tock on the wall. Some tension in my head and neck. Looking forward to the new music & theta combo tonight. Wishing to all a good night's sleep

Much Love,

[astrid]

1inMany , i have one guide i work with that likes to place a hand my back also.
He is one of my healing teachers. Sometimes he appears for others to if i ask him
to assist me, and they report the same touch in the same spot, even when i don't
say anything to hint at his particular signature.
It's so cool when you get those physical confirmations.

[1inMany]

Astrid, that is so cool. It used to bother me that everyone around me hears and sees and experiences things that I don't, but I decided that's it's pretty freakin' awesome that it's happening all around me whether I know it or not If he can do that, do you think you will be able to also?

[astrid]

Sure, but its usually me being " worked through" as the vessel,
rather than my consciousness per say, Although that said,
i do send my consciousness out and about also.
It just depends what the situation is.
I can't predict how the other person is going to
perceive the healing. Sometimes i get huge energy and guide
action and they feel nothing, and other times i feel nothing and
they report amazing visions, so you never can tell.
I often find the more powerful experiences are with those
i have been working with for some time and have established trust and
a open channel.
I'm still figuring out why i have some many spirit helpers.
Sometimes i even have to send some of them away as it gets confusing.
And after all this time i still have trouble believing it all, maybe that's what keep
me so grounded. That and not being attached to the outcome, i just send them in
where ever help is requested and then let go. Sometimes i think i'm too detached,
as often i forget the whole session by the next day, and i don't ever think to call/ email
the person to see how they are doing.. Some would probably think me rude.
But its being totally in that moment, the present that makes it all work so well.
So in a way we are designed to forget .

And frankly the not knowing full details is great to keep the ego in check.
Why I constantly referring to myself as the vessel through which the healing
takes place, not the healer. It stops people from placing me on some sort of
pedestal too, which i absolutely shy away from.

I try and get them connecting up with their own guidance and when that is done,
I'm pretty much out of there and on to the next job. Go direct always.

[Marianne]

Home (is a place where I yearn to belong)

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=1okCcUMIfrg

[ulli]

Thanks for talking about your spirit helpers, Astrid. It's helping me connect with mine. I have to ask them for some favours do do with my family in Barbados.
That little island is full of lost souls who need to be told to stop bothering the living. It has to be the most compelling place in the world as far as alcoholism is concerned.
But I also want them to learn some lessons rather than have spirit helpers come and save them from themselves. The only thing is when it comes to heavy drinking there is nothing left in the brain to learn lessons with. Alcohol has a way of convincing the victim that no other medicine works, while dragging them deeper into the sickness. And the process is so gradual that it's hard to tell when it gets to a point of no return.
I guess the best attitude for me to have is to keep my own worries in check while asking the guardian angels to secretly turn all that wine into harmless water.
Strangely enough, some rum bottles have been discovered that had tea in them, instead of rum...but that wasn't placed there by the guardian angels.
The other thing about steady drinking is that the happy drinker after a while becomes a morose drinker, and after a little more becomes an angry drinker and that is when the real problem begins. So at that point it would be cool to get a little miracle injected to reverse the process. May the light pierce the veils.

[Marianne]

Talking about spirit helpers. When I lived in New Hampshire, I took an herbal apprenticeship and spent a lot of time around amazing people who regularly saw and felt things I was not able to. But I was given what I needed in my life, and came to accept it as perfect for me. People experience their guides in different ways (I experience mine mostly in a feeling, which I was discounting at first).

There is an excellent way most anyone can actually experience the feeling of unseen energies, and that's through Reiki. When a person becomes attuned to the Reiki energy, one or more guides come to help that person to share the energy with others.

In giving a reiki treatment, sometimes the person receiving it would think I had three or more hands, because they still 'felt' the pressure and warmth of my hand in a place on their body, after I had lifted it and placed it somewhere else. It sounds a bit freaky talking about it, but I never had anyone upset about it, because Reiki mellows you so much, and it just seemed natural at the time. It helps people believe in unseen energies (energy flow, guides, guardian angels, all these things) when they feel it happen to them. It helps the Reiki practitioner (one who has received an attunement) believe too, if you are new to it.

I can easily do a Reiki attunement by distance. If anyone wants one, I am honored and happy to share this with you. Just PM me. If you are not familiar with Reiki, do an internet search and you'll find lots of info.

Marianne

[astrid]

The problem with addicts is they lack personal power.
My brother is a drinker and its constantly justifying and blaming
the rest of the world for his issues. Its frustrating, but i have not
been given the go ahead to do any work on him, so i just have to
sit back. I think his partner will probably leave him soonish,
why i cant block that cause and effect train line.
Hes adopted and has a lot of baggage from that also, he still hasnt found his
natural mother, but he has been talking about it for years. He even has her
name and address. But power loss puts him in a state of being stuck. He is
also aggressive towards me when i try to hold up a mirror to his life,
so I'm pretty much given up dealing with him in the physical, unless i hear
that he has hit the bottom I'm sitting back. Yes always a crowd of negative
entities around addicts, it's why they attack you.

[Lisab]

When I had my reiki attunement I thought my teacher had flicked me on the nose at one my point! Of course it wasa guide stepping in. Im only level 1 as I wanted back up for my anxiety after my post natal episode, which was a major catalyst to my healing process. I use it on myself mainly but also the fam. My little one loves it. He asks me for reiki and he's asleep before Ive even got to his mid chakra area. I should go for my level 2.

Astrid thanks for Tom's updates. I love it when he giggles, he's like a little child its infectious. He's reminded me to get off my ass and start my kundalini yoga again. Ive been reallhy lazy lately.