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Dream: Manna

Wanted to share the full version of this dream because it may have significance for later.

Dream: Manna

I was with a group of individuals, approximately three others, maybe more. I remember we were introducing ourselves to one another. All I recall now was that a woman said she was from Georgia.

We had a guide or leader who was male. The scene was somewhere in the deep South. The mood was nervousness mixed with concern for being caught.

We were keeping to the shadows, our guide leading the way. There was an abandoned house of some sort. It reminded me of an old gristmill. Our leader told us it was empty so we entered cautiously. It was decided we would stay the night there and leave in the morning.

I was afraid and sought out a hiding place inside the building. The worry was that some bands of raiders would find us and either kill us or take all of our food. While I was looking for my hiding place, our guide reassured me that there was nothing to fear. He seemed to give me a lesson during this time and a full history of what led to the circumstances we found ourselves in.

Some kind of major event had occurred and the current state was that all resources were limited. Water was scarce and those in power had taken over all remaining sources, restricting it even more and causing people to panic and resort to whatever means possible in order to obtain it. Food was also limited, but the main focus of the population was on obtaining water. I remember the guide explaining that the restriction of resources was purposeful, the intent was to have power over others. The lack was an illusion. There was plenty to go around, but the population was kept in ignorance. There was also discussion about the “natural order” of things. That Mother Earth was out of balance and had people allowed her to remain in balance none of this would be happening. The outcome was that people would suffer loss above and beyond what would have been the case had balance remained. The feeling here was that rather than lose a child or two to disease or a family member to illness, now entire communities would be lost. It would be seen as a devastating blow by humanity.

Someone was spotted outside the building and our leader reminded us to remain calm. A group of thugs entered bearing weapons. Their intent was obvious – take whatever they could and kill anyone who resisted.

When I tried to withdraw, our leader put out his hand, indicating that I should stay where I was. He then reminded us that there was no lack, that we were willing to share whatever we had. He made sure the men heard him, too. I remember being shocked as he went toward one of the armed men and offered him food. The man was shocked as well and put down his gun.

Our leader then told the men that we could create our own food. He spread out his arms and from the sky seemed to materialize tiny, square pieces of what appeared to be bread. He said there was plenty, enough for all. Each of us had a square of this food in the palms of our hands that seems to materialize out of thin air. It was known that one square was enough to feed a person for an entire day.

Then our leader taught us of the importance of the group; how we must gather together for the survival of mankind. If we didn’t, if we remained focused on our individual wants/needs and if we continued to allow fear to rule our hearts, then mankind would most definitely perish. There was a sense that this kind of group cohesion was so strong that any one of us would be willing to sacrifice our lives for the group. This is not to be confused with a kamikaze or suicide bomber type mentality. Instead, it is a willingness to offer ourselves up where we are most needed, even if that need may mean that we lose our physical body so that another may keep his.

Visitor

When I awoke from this dream there was to my left a Being who has in the past visited me. His energy felt like that of the Lord Commander Sananda, but I did not ask as it really made no difference who he was. What mattered was that he was there and had given me an important message for mankind. I knew immediately that he had come to reiterate the messages given in the dream. The part that hit home the most was the part about being provided for, specifically the food which seemed to fall from the sky. I immediately called this food “manna” and understood that it would be provided to us. My thought was that it would indeed come from “the sky” as a gift from those who have been watching over us; those who are here to ensure the survival of our species.

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Fly Away

There is a particular past life memory that is revisiting me this morning. Mainly it is because a song is on my mind – I’ll Fly Away.

Sometimes there are past life memories that come up and are so beautiful that the memory reaches across lifetimes and brings tears of joy. This is one of those memories. It also just happens to be a memory of my own death.

This was from my most recent full-life. I say full because the life previous to this one was cut short when I was still a very young boy. In this particular life, I died in 1963 from Hepatitis, which I inadvertently contracted from contact with a dirty needle. I was a nurse in that lifetime so dirty needles were an everyday occurrence. Unfortunately, accidents happen.

This particular memory was from my deathbed. I was in the hospital, hooked up to all kinds of tubes and wires. The memory is from outside of my body because I had been unconscious for some time. My liver had failed and so it was just a waiting game from that point on. My two children came to visit me that day because they had been told my death was imminent. They were both grown. A son and a daughter. I believe there were others with them, but in the memory they were who I focused on.

I was a black woman who grew up in the South (Mississippi) and relied heavily on my relationship with God to get me through. My church and my brothers and sisters in Christ were my salvation more times than I could count. Singing was also interwoven into every aspect of my life. So it is no surprise that music followed me out of that lifetime.

As I was leaving to go into the Light, my children along with the others who were gathered at my bedside, sang I’ll Fly Away and other songs to send me off to heaven. Though they were sad and grieving heavily there was also joy present. And love. So much love. The feeling with this memory and this song was jubilation. I was going Home.

The memory was devoid of pain. Though my body was falling apart, slowly dying from the inside out, I had no pain. I was in a perfect bubble of peace, completely unconcerned for my physical body and my approaching death. All my focus was on my beautiful children who I was so very proud of and the feeling was that I had done a good job and could leave them without worry. I don’t remember my guides or any angels being present. I don’t remember seeing a tunnel of light or having any of those profound experiences so many NDE accounts speak of. Yet I knew that when I turned around and left, that I would be embraced by my waiting family. I could feel them all around me. That was the bubble of peace. They were my peace.

So you can see why this memory is cherished by me even in this lifetime. Recalling it helped me understand that death is a celebration, an event of homecoming. A new beginning. If I could give one gift to those living on Earth, it would be a similar memory of their own death (homecoming). Then there would be no reason to grieve the passing of a loved one or to fear their own passing. Death, in my opinion, is probably the most beautiful part of living.

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Upgrade Time

At least for me. It is going on a week (more?) but the last two days and nights have been over the top. The energy itself is bearable. It is the information with the download that is overloading my system. I am soooooo tired right now. If I could put on the brakes I would, but apparently the only options available to me are accelerate or neutral. Neutral it is. Not interested in accelerating this right now. My mind is fried. My body hurts (back mainly). My eyes can’t focus well. I’m not hungry. My motivation is nonexistent.

This is affecting my family, too. Last night my husband laid on the floor next to me and said, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I had an awfully unproductive weekend (insert multiple examples here). Can’t you do something to help? Do I have to ask you for help?” There I am laying in a similar unmotivated fashion thinking, huh? I told him, “First off, your mom went into the hospital. That was your main focus. Second, how am I suppose to motivate you? I can’t even motivate myself!” lol This morning he was saying the same stuff. At 6am! I told him, “You don’t have to be doing all the time. Maybe you just need to not do, feel the feelings you are having, then maybe you will know what’s really going on. Have you thought of that? Maybe you should relax?” He said, “Relaxing for me is doing something productive, like a project.” I told him, “Sounds like you need to give yourself permission to not do. Change your definition of relax.” Then I invited him to come to my mom’s with me and the kids this afternoon (so he could relax lol). He hesitated and said, “Sorry, I have too much to do today.” He should have come with us. Sigh. Gemini’s. lol

My middle son is really struggling today, too. After about 30 minutes of swimming he fell asleep and now he is sleeping again! My mom thinks he is sick but he seems fine. He is just plain exhausted. Me, too!!!

I stayed in the pool probably 2 hours. I didn’t want to get out. Then, when I did get out, I felt so heavy and tired. Afterward, the drive home was tough. I was struggling not to go OOB on the highway. The highway seems to do that to me a lot these days. I see the rows of cars, hear my music playing, and begin to lose focus. It all gets very dream-like and unreal. Sometimes I see the highway like a tunnel or feel like my car is me flying (really cool). I have to tell myself over and over, “Focus.” Thankfully, I don’t stress out or anything. And no, this happens even when I am not tired. Today I had to focus a bit harder than usual.

And the downloads coming in, well, I will just call it a “building up”. My guidance tells me we are approaching an embodiment phase. Lots of us are about to receive a massive download called our Higher Self. Ready? Me, too.

Edit: I just learned that Neptune went retrograde this evening. Since Neptune is pretty much the planet that propelled me into this spiritual journey I am on, this must be significant for me, especially considering I am entering into another spiritual upswing as mentioned in my forecast.

 

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Guide Initiated OBEs

Have I told you lately just how much I love OBEs? Or how much I adore my guides? Well if not, I just did. My Team is awesome, even if they do laugh at me sometimes.

The night was eventful but I will start after I woke at 3:00am to one of my guides trying to get me to talk about following my heart and being my true Self. I was too tired to talk and so tried to ignore him. That didn’t work. Obviously.

OBE 1: Someone’s Behind Me

I had been in a lucid dream before I woke up in the dream and took over. The reason I woke up in the dream was because I heard someone talking to me and also because when I walked back through a normal size door, it shrunk to the size of a dog door and I barely squeezed through.

I could hear my guide and though I don’t recall what we were discussing there is memory here of going outside of the school I had been in. When we went outside it was a beautiful night and the stars were so brilliant that I was stunned by them. I remember seeing a city sprawled out in front of me. It was reminiscent of something out of a story book with older buildings and narrow streets of cobblestone. I remember there was a clock tower and a bridge.

I recall on of my children being with me temporarily during this OBE. I was showing them how to fly but at one point I remember making the decision to leave them behind. This, I feel, is significant for me. Usually, if one of my children is in my OBE, I make sure to bring them with me. When I made the choice to leave my child behind, the presence of my guide became very apparent.

At some point I became so absolutely joy-filled from the experience that I remember completely surrendering to my guide. With that, I felt myself going up towards the stars and then I floated there for a while, immersed in their brilliant light and taking in the scenery of the city from a position high above it. I felt someone gently nudging me forward so I felt around – behind me, on both sides – no one. Yet I knew he was there. I felt him nudge me! Then I began to move up, up, up and I thought, “I’m going to go into space.” I was all for it, but then I was held back by invisible hands. With that, my vision began to darken and I felt myself come into my sleeping body.

My main memories of this OBE are the feeling and the clarity of my vision. Both were spectacular.

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OBE: Here I Am

When I felt my body all I wanted to do was return to sleep. There was no desire to be OOB and I didn’t care what happened, I was going to sleep. Yet it appears that was not up to me because the next thing I remember is being with a tall, slender, dark haired man inside a small room with children.

The children were my main focus as was the room. It was small, with a brightly colored sofa in the middle, a kitchen sink behind the sofa, brightly colored pictures on the walls, and toys and stuffed animals all around. I sat on the sofa with the man, who I did not really notice right away because I was talking to the children. We were talking about the things in the room, but I forget most of this part now. I recall one time seeing a small tea cup (child-sized) full of milk and pouring it down the sink whose drain had been tiled in beautiful mosaics. That was how the entire room was – mosaics, patterns, and geometric shapes in brilliant colors covered everything.

There is fuzzy memory here of practicing manifesting. I would create things, watch them appear, and then show the children. At one point, I went inside this section of the room and there were animals of all sizes piled in the corner. They had been mounted/stuffed by a taxidermist. While we watched, the animals came to life and suddenly all of them came running toward us. Thankfully, they were all small – rodents, squirrels, rabbits, otters and weasels. A mink crawled on me and I remember laughing because I could feel it’s tiny claws on my skin. There was no fear at all.

Then I was sitting on the sofa talking to a man. I didn’t question it at first. It was something I did all the time in body and out, so why would I? Then the man was laying on top of me, completely naked. He was facing up and I could feel his bare skin and see all of him except his face. I hugged him to me, feeling his warmth. His skin tone was darker than mine, sort of tan/golden and he was very thin and wiry/muscular. At this point it was like we switched places, back and forth. One minute I was looking at him and the next I as looking at myself in this body. I kept seeing my breasts and they were sagging and wrinkled like those of a woman much older than me. I wasn’t completely horrified but I remember not wanting to see it. lol

While I am seeing and experiencing this, we are talking. He says to me about my reaction to him, “You are not like the others.” I said, “Really?” The rest of the message came in a feeling/knowing – that the others reacted sexually or took the experience very seriously without recognizing him or the dream. This got me thinking, “What others? Oh, wait he must be my guide.” He confirmed and said, “I’m your guide.” Then I asked, “What do you call me, then?” He said, “You are my assignment.” That made sense and I completely accepted it and went back to feeling completely happy and joyful. It was like I was with an old friend hanging out.

There was in front of us a large television, one of those massive big screened ones. My guide encouraged me to inspect it and I touched it and the screen shimmered. I thought, “Portal” and so tried to go into it. I couldn’t. What? Then I was holding a cell phone and texting a message which was quickly edited by my guide. I don’t recall the message now but I know who it was to.

After some more talking, I remember wondering about his name and hearing, “Why don’t you ask me?” I remember thinking back, “I don’t care what your name is. You have many names, remember?” lol But I knew he wanted me to call him Tom, Major Tom, as in the song by David Bowie. Always a teachable moment with my guides. 🙂

I came back into my body at this point. My energy settled indicating I was not going back out. I wondered why  because at this point I was having fun and he said, “You need to remember”. I tried to remember but many points were fuzzy and he sent a “See, told you. The memories are fading” type of feeling to me. I remembered meeting him and laughed about it because he was butt naked. Then he reminded me of what he said and said, “You did not respond sexually, why?” I thought about it and said, “I’m not interested in that with you.” Then I thought about my counterpart and my heart lit up and he said, “Ah, yes, you are interested in him.” Then it was back to why he initiated the OBE in the first place, which I will save for another post – maybe. I think I may keep that to myself for now. 🙂

 

 

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OBE’s Galore

I woke at 4am after a series of dreams. I was starving so got up and ate some yogurt. When I returned to bed I fell into a lucid dream that I soon realized for what it was. I was looking at the inside of a home with large, brightly curtained windows. There was a beautiful Spring day outside the window. I saw things in such vivid detail that I knew I was dreaming and took over the dream. When I did, I ended up at the top of my daughter’s bunk bed looking down at a very dark room. For a moment my vision remained but when it turned dark I lost lucidity and came back into my body.

Surprised that I had projected, I allowed my energy to settle for a bit. It was pretty calm compared to how it was the last time I projected. The next thing I knew I was OOB again after that. I projected back to the brightly lit room. Then I came back into my body not long after. I did this about 8 or 9 times total, the projections getting longer and longer as I went.

Since I don’t remember every single projection, I will recount the ones I do remember.

OBE: Peahen

In one projection I was standing at the front door of a house and saw a peahen. I talked to her as I let her out of the house. I said, “Oh, mama peahen, you must get back to your little babies.” lol This mama peahen was not like any I had seen, and we had raised many of them when I was young. She had the brown feathers of a female peahen, but hers were outlined in gold with tiny eyes that mimicked the male peacock. Each of the eyes was a dark, amber color. She was spectacular for a peahen. I knew during the experience that this was significant. Peacocks = manifestation. Female peahen = female manifestation. Female power.

OBE: Bunny and Tiger

One short projection was primarily focused on a little, gray bunny. I watched it hop around for some time. I followed it and discovered it playing and snuggling up with a very large tiger. Shocked, I watched as the tiger purred and snuggled with the bunny. I kept worrying it would eat the bunny but remember hearing someone say to me, “The tiger will only chase if the bunny runs. It’s instinct is to chase that which runs. The bunny’s instinct is to run but it is not following its instinct. Instead it is doing the unexpected. This passifies the tiger.” I watched, amazed.

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OBE: Witnessing Source

In another projection I had grown frustrated with being unable to create the scene I found myself in. I kept returning to this one room in this one house with this one large window that looked outside on a beautiful, bright Spring day. I rarely could get outside and I had just gotten outside only to end up back in my body. I had requested help and felt I needed to focus on my heart. So this time when I entered the bedroom, I focused on my heart and stated, “I want to see Source.” I relaxed and willed my body to be taken where it needed to go. The room and my body began to spin gently. I fell into a horizontal position, as if lying on a bed but I was floating in the air. I rose upward and through the top of the house only to end up going back down into the room to face the large window. Through the window, though, I could see a magnificent sunrise. It was fuchsia, yellow and orange and it sang to me. The colors vibrated and moved toward me and I could HEAR them. OMG it was so beautiful! I put my hand on the window and tried to pass through it but I couldn’t. I said aloud, “How do I get to it [Source]? I want to be in it.” The window stayed and I could not go through it. This was upsetting to me because in the projection prior to this I had gone straight through the window to the outside where I saw a large white dog. Now here I was seemingly trapped after I had just risen right through the roof! Why!? With this thought I felt it was not my time yet. Not yet. Sigh.

OBE: Seance

I came back into my body. This time, however, I thought I was awake. I had a false awakening. There was this heavy, go-back-to-sleep feeling and I felt drugged. I remember laying in my bed thinking about how I wasn’t ready to wake up. lol At one point I recognized again I was dreaming and could exit so I did. This time I exited into a scene in which there were several people sitting together at a round table. One woman was in a trance and channeling Spirit. Was this a seance? I thought it was fun because I was going to be Spirit. lol So I gave the woman a message and she passed it along. I told her a bunch of things the last of which was that the man she was reading for tended to bully people. She asked the man across from her to stop being a bully. I had not told her that at all! Realizing my messages were not getting through accurately I gave up on talking to them and went toward the window to exit the scene. I succeeded in exiting via the wall. I just went right through it. On the other side it I found myself outside amidst the trees. I could see the stars and I felt so free that I began to sing loudly. The more I sang the more energy I felt in my astral body. I began to rise up into the air and spin.

OBE: Freedom

In this projection I managed to get outside very quickly after projecting into the room. I went through a window and found myself standing on the back door step looking at a clear night sky full of sparkling stars. I stared at the sky for a while and there was a conversation going on in my head about what I should do. All I remember was thinking, “I want to be free.” I tried to fly but felt a strong magnetic pull toward the ground. Eventually, I was able to fly up and I began to try and fly as far from the house as I could because I had been stuck to it throughout all my projections. I was able to get quite a good distance. I remember traveling toward a brightly lit, crystal blue swimming pool. Unfortunately, I lost my vision and soon after ended up back in my body.

I experienced several false awakenings after this. Each time I would feel drowsy but know that I needed to project and off I would go. At one point I remember feeling like my pants were way too tight, like cutting through my skin, and tried to loosen them. This happened recently in another experience I had, so I knew it was related to work being done on my energy body.

OBE: Not My Life

The last OBE I had was after a false awakening. I remember my children being there but my middle son was gone visiting my mom. I was in my bed and my SIL and her friend who hold the school for my middle son were there to pick him up. Since he wasn’t there I was going to send my daughter and they offered to also take my youngest. It became a mixed up lucid dream at this point and for some reason I ended up looking inside the freezer for a lunch for my daughter and only found gluten free and vegetarian stuff. The last thing I remember was thinking, “This is not my life.”

When I woke I asked about the strange sensation of having a string tied around my mid-section at the separation between the heart chakra and solar plexus. What was that? I was told it had to do with the separation of the energy bodies.

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Bad stuff happens to lightworkers, too.

Beautifully said. Prayers to those struggling now. Sending love, light and healing energies your way. You are not alone.

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This past week or so I’ve seen many examples of oh shit moments and they involved a lightworker.  Somewhere many assume that lightworkers/healers/spiritual people are exempt from crap/illness/freak moments/life… happening.  Not. 

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Incentives Needed

The lack of motivation continues. In considering it further, I realize that I have been feeling this lack for some time. Months, years even. It is intricately linked to my dislike of being in this world, of participating in life. I struggle to find things that make me smile. Daily I search for them, hoping for a brief reprieve in this drudgery. Thankfully I am surrounded by my children and my youngest is a great source of joy. He is walking, talking, babbling joy.

Right now we all are in an integration stage, preparing for the next step or whatever you want to call. A friend of mine said it perfectly: Integration is being stuck on third base (I don’t know) until CONFIRMATION comes to the plate and drives you Home.

My dreams were indicative of my struggle with finding the motivation to move forward, to take the steps I need to take. When I awoke I heard my guides say, “We will give you incentives.” Hmmm. Intriguing.

Dream: In High School Again

Once again I found myself in the all-too-familiar dreamscape of high school. I was a student in a present-day high school taking all the courses I had already taken and blending in with the students there. I remember at one point getting a math assignment and feeling fed up with such assignments. I already knew how to do this level of math. It was 9th grade math. I was way beyond 9th grade – miles above it.

A fellow student gave me the last bunch of math problems – simple algebraic equations. I took the paper, sighed and rolled my eyes. The student asked me if I could do them. I said, “Of course, I can. I can do all of it. It is just tedious and time consuming.” In my mind I thought of how long it would take to solve each problem and just considering it made me tired.

I continued to talk to the student and others gathered around to listen to me. I remember telling the student my secret: I graduated high school already. Years ago. They asked how long ago and I said, “Well I graduated in 1994, so more than 20 years now.” They all gasped. lol In the dream I looked/felt young like them so I had no issue with being so old, but now I laugh because damn, I’m old now! lol

A young girl and I walked through the school together talking. She was African American with beautiful, shoulder length curls that hung in ringlets around her face. Exactly the way I wish I looked in this lifetime. We were going to a part of the school we were not allowed to go and I was excited to be doing something different. I remember we got to an area where there was a large bed and living area. Sitting at a desk was an dark complected teacher. She allowed us to leave and we exited the scene.

Dream: Water Park Prison

I was working at a water park. It was early in the morning and the water had not been turned on yet. I told some waiting children that the water would be on soon. I told them to watch the massive blue slides for signs of water turning on. When it did, the children were allowed to slide on them and for a moment I was one of those children, joyfully sliding down the slides.

I remember being at the front desk with others and offering to help. For some reason I ended up playing the role of waitress or servant, bringing drinks. It was like the front desk area turned into a restaurant. Interestingly, helping made me feel useful and needed so I found enjoyment in it.

Then I was inside a county jail that reminded me of a school except it was most definitely set up to imprison its occupants. I was there to visit a young Hispanic man. I remember that an older woman was with me and was helping me to get in since I was not suppose to be there visiting him. I remember little about our meeting now, but I do recall meeting with him. He was in the middle of eating his dinner but it was too early for dinner – around 4:30pm – and I apologized for interrupting it. He kept his head down and wouldn’t look at me, but my message to him was that I was there to get him out. He would be released soon.

Interpretation

In considering these dreams, it is obvious to me that I feel imprisoned in this Earth experience. Life is a drudgery. It isn’t a challenge anymore – or at least not a challenge that I find worthwhile. The problems I have I feel I can solve easily but I don’t see the point. If I have already graduated, what am I doing here still? I look at the math problems and feel as if all desire to live is sucked completely out of me. And I do feel I CAN solve them without issue, but the idea of taking the time to do so is exhausting.

The second dream is interesting. I think someone was trying to get me to see the fun that can be found in this “game”. Emotions (water) can be something exhilarating (water slide). One doesn’t have to drown in them. And the waitress part I think was me being shown that I found enjoyment in being of service – which I do.

The prison scene appears to be them showing me that I could help free others from the “prison-school”. Who it was I was visiting, I’m not sure, but I suspect it was someone who I felt I could help.

With that, I will add that I have been feeling a huge loss. The feeling of ALIVEness that came with the heart connection and kundalini episodes of the past 6 months is now gone. I feel it has been unfairly taken from me and without it, I don’t see anything ahead of me but a bleak,  uninteresting life. It seems always to happen this way for me. I am given a gift and then it is snatched away from me or I lose interest in it because it is no longer new. Similar to how a child plays with a new toy for a day or two and then it ends up under their bed, forgotten, and they seek out another new toy to play with. That’s me. Easily bored. Always wanting something new and exciting and without it sulking in the corner until I get what I want.

 

 

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Snail

This morning I went outside and sat for a while. I noticed movement below me. I looked down and saw a tiny snail crawling along a blade of grass. I knew it was a message to me: slow down, give yourself time to change and adapt.

The message of the snail is far beyond slowing down. The shell represents the spiral and expansion, thought and evolution. The snail itself represents taking one’s time to reach one’s goals, adapting to changes and growing with change. The spiral in other culture’s symbolizes the moon and the phases of the moon. It is also the snail’s only means of defense. Additionally, it is the snail’s home. It is at home wherever it is.

The message to me seems to be to work with what I have now and to take things slowly and allow everything to unfold in its own time.

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Message: The New Grid

With the new moon approaching, I decided to spend some time considering what exactly I want to manifest in my life. So last night, I did this, speaking aloud my intent. Instead of giving specific Earthly manifestations I would like to see, I spoke of quality. For example, “I AM in loving, mutually respectful relationships with others.” This was not the specific one I vocalized but it is similar.

Prior to voicing my intent, I did Hatha yoga and spent some time meditating. I had full crown chakra activation while meditation and the energy snaked down my neck by the end of it.

Again, as has been the norm for this entire week, a major thunderstorm struck after bedtime. This one had house-shaking thunder and room-brightening lightening along with torrential downpours. I have lived in and visited many places but never have I encountered such intense storms as the ones we get here in Texas. Wow.

Dream: Hybrid Children

This dream began with me driving down the road away from my mother’s house. Someone else was driving the car and I was looking out the window. I saw a woman curled up in the fetal position on the side of the road. Her belongings were packed in a suitcase. I told the driver  to turn around. He did not want to. We were on a schedule. I convinced him to anyway.

I got out of the car but the woman was not there. Instead, there was a very long vehicle that looked like a station wagon that had been stretched into a limousine. Inside were more children than I could count. They were playing and all around them was a golden light. I was immediately drawn to them and began talking to them. One girl showed me her toy. It was made for her fingers and she showed me how to use it. I remember commenting that I had never seen anything like it.

I remember the children had a caretaker with them but he stayed back and allowed me to talk with them for a while. I felt such love for them and wanted to stay but knew I was needed elsewhere. So I moved on.

I came upon a strange structure that could have come from a Dr. Seuss book it was so bizarre. It was a long machine that appeared to have row upon row of teeth. You put an object in at one end and out the other end it appeared transformed.  A young man was with me explaining how it worked. I never saw him until after he had been inside the machine. When he came out he had changed. Instead of looking human, he looked very alien. His face had changed dramatically. His eyes became hollow and deep set in his skull and his mouth and nose merged. His lips disappeared and his mouth widened, stretching towards his now nonexistent ears. His nose became two slits.

I remember saying to him, “You are an avian-human hybrid! Look, you are covered from head to toe in tiny, down-like feathers!” I looked him up and down and was shocked at his transformation. His entire body was a light, golden brown color, like the color of the golden eagle. He wore no clothing and his body was very slim. But most noticeable was his face. He looked very odd but to the me in the dream he was quite normal looking, beautiful even.

I put his briefcase into the machine and out the end came what appeared to be something edible. I remember saying to the hybrid man, “You probably won’t like this.” I remember thinking he would want to eat worms now. lol

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When I awoke I was upset because I knew I was suppose to remember a name and could not recall it. I also could not recall anything about the context in which I had received it. But I did recall the hybrid children and avian hybrid.

I did, however, remember other dream experiences at this time. I had dreamed of being on planes and traveling. Plane after plane after plane. All with the same group of individuals who were “family”. I remember one man clearly. He was from my Mt. Shasta trip. My family had bought me a ticket to travel with them. I remember it was on American Airlines. We were traveling to Chicago. I had already been there, I told them. But had I?

I knew that the dream was symbolic of my travels in my sleep. I had been on craft, traveling and discussing my mission.

Another dream came forward in my memory. In this one I was a new recruit and after arriving for training had gotten distracted and could not find my squadron. I was distracted by this body (physical reality). I did find three others who were as lost as I was. I remember seeing an indoor water park with one of those wave pools and recognizing I had been overwhelmed by the huge waves (emotions). Me and the other recruits sought out help and a short, black woman came up to us. I remember standing in front of this woman and her looking at me very closely. She asked me, “What’s wrong with you?” I felt that no matter how tall I tried to stand that my eyes shifted to the ground and my shoulders slumped. She said, “Where is your motivation!? We need to do something about that.” I replied, “I know, sir.”

With all these memories there came the voice of one of my guides. When I looked at him, he was very tall. His shoulders would be at my eye-level, that’s how enormous he was. His arms were very thin and sinewy and I remember reaching for his hand and holding it. The fingers were as long as my own hand and very thin also. I hugged him. Then I became aware of massive wings. When I noticed them he said, “We all have them, even you.”

I did not question this. I understood I was being shown one of many thousands of forms We take. There were more important things to discuss. My mission especially. I acknowledged my lack of motivation. He asked me, “What can we do for you?” I honestly had no answer. Where did this lack of motivation come from? I knew it was because everything that is my life does not match my heart. The intents that I had stated prior to sleep are not my reality and I need to take action to make it so. Knowing this made me completely apathetic.

I was then asked to come with them. They wanted to show me something. Soon I was seeing a map of the U.S. below me. It was an outline map. My attention was directed immediately to west Texas and I saw a small stream of yellow that grew massive the farther west we moved. The yellow was like a stream in Texas but by the time it got to New Mexico almost the entire state was covered in yellow. Arizona, especially the central to southern half, was completely covered and so was the entirety of southern California.

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I grew too conscious of what I as being shown at this point and withdrew. What was this? What was this yellow color? There was memory of the human physical aura and I understood that this was equivalent to the physical aura of the U.S. What composed it? The collective thoughts of the people inhabiting these regions. Yellow in the physical aura indicates a virus. Yellow in the mental aura indicates over thinking/analytical thought. Do the people in this southwestern U.S. have a collective mental virus?

My attention was brought to other areas of the U.S. The Midwest and central regions were dotted with red and yellow. Red is inflammation and anger, it can also be sexual energy. My thought here was that many in these areas were locked up in root chakra issues. Then I was taken to the region just over the Great Lakes and a bit above into Canada. Blue and aqua. Quite beautiful. Then I was taken down toward the southern U.S. and saw once again red streaks. There were several giant bubbles of red over Kentucky, Tennessee and Alabama along with more yellow streaks.

Memory then returned of my lessons about the energy grid and how it had been disassembled. My gridwork was complete but another type of gridwork had begun. Work with the collective consciousness. Connections needed to be established. It is like a world-wide-web of consciousness. This is the new grid. It is IN US, in OUR thoughts.

But there is still the question of my lack of motivation. It is horribly apparent. I can’t help but think that this Mars retrograde is to blame. But then the lack of motivation is suppose to be affecting the men, not the women. Why am I so affected?

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