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Shake Up

Though it has only been two days since my last post, it feels like a week has passed. Lots going on energetically! I will share the last couple of posts in my personal journal to give you an idea of what I have been experiencing.

Journal Entry – December 20, 2018

Yesterday and for a couple of days before I have been experiencing odd emotions and energy. I’m uncertain to what it is all related to. Mostly I have a feeling of “I can’t do this for much longer”. It feels like I am about to crack, or like something is going to break soon. It is like a pressure building and I sense it. Is it mine? The world’s? I can’t quite put my finger on it.

Sometimes, when I feel this emotion/energy I cry, other times I feel like I need to run but can’t. There is definitely a “pressure” with it. Yesterday, at work, is when it hit me. I thought about going to my husband and saying, “I can’t take it anymore” and just walking away from everything – out of the office and home I suppose. An internal voice reassured me and I calmed substantially and returned to “normal” but the memory remained.

I questioned the source of this feeling/energy and could not locate it. The fact that I greeted this morning with tears probably has something to do with it. 

Dream: Ice Cream for Breakfast

This dream began with me meeting with a woman whose specialty was a specific kind of Tantric massage. There was a lot of time spent adjusting my body and settling in. She explained that I needed to be receptive, to relax, and set me up with my head on something often used for babies. I recall her brushing my side with her fingers and feeling an electricity. Every time I got close to relaxing something would interrupt the process – either the wrong position or some nearby noise or person.

There was a family with a baby nearby having a picnic. Me and the woman were set up in a parking space (slow down, heal). She had put down a blanket and set up the entire area very nicely. The family’s car was beyond my feet (we were horizontal across two parking spots). As I lay down and was receiving the woman’s massage I turned my head and encountered the driver’s side mirror of a car. I looked up and behind me and saw the driver giving me an irritated look. So, I told the woman we needed to move and so we did and the driver pulled into the spot.

There was a commotion then from the driver and the family about the baby. I got upset and asked, “Why is everyone always worried about the baby?” Eventually the lady giving massage handed me keys and left. It felt abrupt, like too much was on my mind distracting me. The keys seemed to be mine and how they felt in my hand was memorable.

Then I was watching from above as I traveled along a highway (life path). I was talking to a man as if on the phone, telling him where I was going. As I drove/flew I came to an intersection and said, “I’m home. This was the faster route.” At the intersection I slowed. A familiar man was in the intersection directing traffic.Two individuals walked through, one right past my window. I drove straight through and the man smiled at me as I passed him.

I remember walking into a restaurant and seeing a young blonde man sitting at at table. I asked him if it was too early for lunch (it was around 9:30am) and he said it was. I had wanted to order a sandwich but was fine with breakfast. I sat down with him and asked for a menu. All that was on it were a few breakfast (new beginnings) selections and the rest was ice cream. As I waited for my fried egg (fertility, birth) and toast I saw the man was eating ice cream (good fortune). Three other men joined us, all eating ice cream. I mentioned it was not a healthy breakfast. The oldest of the men, whose appearance shifted from blonde to brown hair, said it had protein in it – double the amount. This man was attractive and I liked his energy. When the man left my husband took his seat and then the man had nowhere to sit.

I got up to leave through the front door. When I walked up to it, a large wooden door appeared that was locked with a latch. I unlatched it and walked in. Inside was a woman sitting at a table. The lights were dim but it felt warm inside, as if a fire were lighting it. The woman recognized me but I felt to be intruding since I unlocked the door to enter. She welcomed me and we went and sat down with another women.

The first woman (aspect of self) talked and talked about the healing she had just been through – how she was overwhelmed with all the anxiety she had taken on from the people she had been helping. I mentioned I had not gone to the healing. The woman talked and talked and even interrupted me when I tried to talk about my own experiences. She said, “I just want to be with my babies” and I saw dolls and doll clothes she would iron over and over until perfect. My advice was to focus on what made her happy. She agreed.

The woman left and the other woman and I were alone. She felt to be a friend I had not seen in a while. The other woman asked me how I was and opened her arms to hug me. I said, “I’m not doing well….” and burst into tears as I hugged her. I felt overwhelmed by life, feeling I could not pretend anymore. I woke up sobbing, pillow wet with tears.

December 21st

After the company Christmas party last night something odd happened. I was in bed attempting to sleep when I heard what sounded like a child crying hysterically. Thinking it might be one of my children or some other child who needed help, I flew out of bed and went to the window to see. I saw a blur of a person running down the sidewalk crying and screaming. Without thinking, I ran downstairs and outside, no shoes or glasses on. I yelled out to her, “Do you need help?” I asked a couple of times. The girl stopped and turned to me. She said something about her boyfriend through tears. I went up to her and she hugged me tight. She was young and well dressed with brown hair. I asked her what happened and she pointed to a car I had not seen. It was parked in the middle of the street, running, both doors open, with lights still on. She told me her boyfriend just stopped the car and jumped out and ran away. I told her it would be okay and that the first thing was to move the car. I asked if she was okay to drive and she said she was. So she got in the car and moved it out of the road and turned it off. Then she wanted to chase after him again, saying that she was worried about him being all alone and cold. I asked if he was drunk and on drugs and she said, “No he’s depressed.” I was able to get her to stay by her the car and not chase after him. She told me she was 21 and from a nearby town. She also told me her name but I forgot it.

Then we saw a man in the distance run across the road and then hide behind a tree. She yelled, “Jordan? Is that you?” I said to her, “I thought he ran that way?” She said, “I did, too. Maybe that’s not him.” I tried to get her to come into my house to calm down and she wouldn’t leave the car because he might come back. I asked her to wait by the car while and I went in to get my shoes. When I came back I saw the car driving away slowly.

It took me over two hours to go to sleep after that. I worried about her and worried I misread the situation. I kept thinking she would come back. I kept listening for her. I was upset with myself for not remembering her name. Just lots of “what if” type thoughts. But most of all, I could not understand my own actions completely. I did not for once think that I could be in harm. When I say I sprinted downstairs to help, I am not exaggerating. I ran as fast as I could and out the door and up to her. Barefoot. lol I also couldn’t see very well (no glasses on) yet I went right up to her and then hugged her back without restraint. In fact, when I think of how I felt, it felt like she was my own child even though she very obviously wasn’t. My only focus was on making sure she was okay. And when it was all over I was emotional and worried for her, as if she were my own daughter. It took me a while to shake the feeling. It felt very much like it does when I give a mediumship reading and connect with Spirit – the residual connection must be cut in order to properly recover.

I assume her boyfriend returned and she was relieved. And in the end I did exactly what I was suppose to do – console a frantic child and keep her safe. She was going to run after him, in the wrong direction, in the dark not knowing where she was. He obviously ran around the block and circled back to where he left his car. My best guess is that he was being dramatic to make a point. I was sad that she played right into his hands. I felt her innocence and naivety so completely and understood. And all the things I should have said but didn’t ran over and over through my mind. The urge to protect her and help her still is very real to me. When I go through my memory and see her and her energy, I think of how beautiful she is and how I hope she knows she is cherished.

The next morning I talked to my husband about what happened. I had awakened him when I came in to put on my shoes and asked him to help but he never came down because they drove away. My husband asked me, “Are you sure you weren’t dreaming?” And I did ask myself that because the whole thing was just so bizarre and unreal. In many ways it felt just like many of my lucid dreams and OBEs, the kind where I am working to rescue lost souls. 

Ultimately, I fell asleep by putting in earplugs to drown out the sounds from the street (I kept thinking I would hear her crying again) but I slept fitfully.

I had an experience not long after where I was laying on my side facing my night stand. I saw a man laying parallel to me and smiling, hand under his chin. He looked like he was playing around and teasing me. I still remember his face. Seeing him I questioned why he was there and how because he would have had to be floating to be where he was. I knew something was off and this peaked my lucidity. I “blinked” and he vanished. Not long after I woke up feeling energetically weird and knew I had been OOB but the experience had been so real that I was a bit shaken.

Note: When proof-reading this part of my post about the man laying there I got memory of the song from Aladdin, Friend Like Me, and memory of how in the movie the genie often was in a similar position – floating in air but laying down. Considering I got this message before, it is likely one of my guides being silly.

Dream

Then I woke up crying again from the only dream from the night that I remember. In it I was helping people but can’t recall specifically why or how. The end is the most memorable now. I was in a scene reminiscent of Star Wars standing on a white platform that stretched out as far as I could see. Two people were with me asking me to handle a man who looked similar to Luke Skywalker but he felt to be my father. I felt I had to do what they were asking or they would do it. Whatever I was doing was using something akin to “the Force” but the term wasn’t used, actually no words were. So I “pushed” him out of my dimension and into another one. I saw him vanish. I was emotional for doing it and cried. As I woke in tears I heard “One of” and then saw IX. I thought, “One of nine?”

It felt like I was saving the man somehow, that it was something that had to be done. Yet I was so sad to do it. 

Considerations – Shake Up

I have also had other energetic “things” going on in between all this and still do. My best guess is that my heart is really open right now. When I was doing yoga last night the online teacher said to listen to my body and let it tell me what areas needed special care. My heart came to mind.

Last night’s bizarre experience in THIS reality was really a shake up for me. In many ways I feel like I walked into another world, or maybe I somehow merged my two realities and so experienced something akin to walking between dimensions and maybe that is what the Star Wars dream was all about. I was fully awake and in my body. It DID happen. There is a young women out there who in that moment needed consoling and I rushed to provide it as if I had been programmed to do so. Not just as mother but for some other reason. Maybe a reason I will never know but she will, or maybe she won’t either.

Happy winter solstice.

 

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Snapping Turtle Message

I had a weird experience last night. Not sure what to call it but it left me feeling unsettled.

What I recall now of the experience is quite muted because it happened early on in the night. There is mainly a feeling of dis-ease that goes with it. I recall feeling transplanted from one body to the other; as if this was a “normal” thing to experience. The energetics of it were unsettling and induced a low grade alarm reaction in me, but not enough to cause me to react or resist. There was a sense of shifting from one time to another. It was like I was jumping around taking a look at all the possible timelines. Along with all this was memory of all these other timelines as well as this current one. It was very difficult to process and thus left me feeling very disoriented, confused and alarmed.

When I woke up I was stunned and still trying to process what I had just experienced. Honestly, I felt completely insane and it was hard not to imagine myself having a psychotic break from it all. I thought for sure I would go into a disassociative state or that I may already in the midst of one which was why I was so confused.

Somehow, despite feeling crazy, I fell back to sleep. I recall being reminded to “surrender” and being I had just re-blogged one of my own posts on that exact topic, it made sense and I didn’t question it.

However, moments before falling asleep, I remembered all these other similar incidents that I had somehow forgotten! It was bizarre and a bit concerning that I had forgotten them, yet I knew I had chosen to do so probably in order to avoid the exact feelings I was having this time around. The previous experiences were very energetic as well, as if someone came and plucked me out of my body, put me in another body or something energetically altering, and then put me back. All the while I was conscious of the exchange but not resisting. Actually, I am not sure my resistance would do any good. It was more a sense of being frozen and unable to do anything except allow the experience. Yet all the experiences left me on high alert upon returning to this reality and thinking that I must be losing my mind.

It is not a fun feeling yet at the same time I am also not alarmed at all, as if it is all completely normal! I think perhaps I experienced it from two perspectives – the Ego (small self) and the Higher Self. Of course, the Higher Self wins out and is why the ultimate feeling that wins out is the “this happens all the time” consideration. It is such a calm, “I got this” kinda of feeling, too, and there is complete Trust and Knowing.

I know. Bizarre. What can I say? This is my life. lol

Any psychologist/psychiatrist would likely diagnose me with some kind of mental illness. Every time I have these experiences, especially the ones where I am most obviously experiencing as two aspects of one, the thought crosses my mind that I must be schizophrenic or at the least emotionally disturbed to the point of disassociation. I’ve been down that road before and found it a dead-end.

Prior to bed I had been feeling like my entire life was “wrong” again. I had a very strange feeling I cannot describe and was thinking, “I can’t go on like this for much longer.” Perhaps I was being recalibrated in my sleep to address this feeling?

Snapping Turtle

This morning I had a very unexpected in-depth discussion with my husband that ended rather abruptly. As with most of our discussions, tempers flared and voices were raised periodically.

After he left for work I went down to make breakfast for myself and my youngest son. When I went outside to toss some leftovers I noticed something in our creek.

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I called my son outside to see the turtle and we watched him for a while. In the above picture he is eating a yellow pear that had fallen into the water. We have pear trees that still have fruit falling from them, so it was likely quite fresh and perfect eating.

Eventually, the turtle sensed us and swam away. The whole while we were both fascinated. We’ve lived here over 4 years and never seen a turtle, much less a snapping turtle!

Snapping Turtle symbolism and meaning:

Some journey has come to its final end.

Speak up for yourself, take a stand but be fair about it.

Communicate honestly; do not withhold anything.

Take your time and think before making decisions that cannot be undone.

It’s time to go your own way.

Source

It is amazing to me how the Universe works, how it sends a messenger to answer the questions I had going through my mind just prior.

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As I was editing this post a song came to mind – Fleetwood Mac’s (who is playing here in Austin in February) – Go Your Own Way.

Hahaha and if you click on the link above “Austin in February” you will see that this message repeats:

Going Their Own Way in 2018!

LOL

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Dream: Up in Flames

Dream themes of fire and water continue in my dreams. Yesterday it was a flooding parking garage. The day before a kitchen stove kept bursting into flames. And this morning, more flames.

Dream: Up in Flames

This dream began inside my mother’s kitchen (nourishment, spiritual healing). My husband was with me and I had in my hands a box of macaroni (comfort and ease) and cheese. We were discussing what to eat and could not come to an agreement. So, box in hand, I said, “We’re having this” and I opened up the box by pulling the tab on the top.

I poured the contents of the box on the counter while saying, “Just making sure it doesn’t have any worms.” The contents were not the typical macaroni as one would expect. Instead, there were spaghetti-type noodles, or at least something resembling that, separated by tiny strips of white paper. I sorted through it and found no worms (degradation, negativity) and was surprised.

When it came to cooking the macaroni we went outside. I held the noodles in my hands and went to a fire (passing of old into new) mound just in front of the house. The noodles now took on the shape of strips of paper. Some of it was shredded letters (communication) and envelopes, while other pieces were of notebook paper (self-expression) in long strips.

There was discussion the entire time, but I can’t recall any of it. The feeling, though, was disagreement and a kind of unsettled feeling. It seemed that the strips of paper was the result of our conversation, as if I was shredding communication.

As we tended to the cooking “noodles” I saw another fire. When I went to check on it I noticed a blackberry bush with tiny berries (fulfilled relationship or experience) on it. I told my husband, “Did you see the berries? You should pick them before they are gone.” He went to pick them but asked me to turn on the lights since it was too dark to see (lack of awareness). I went to turn on the porch lights but they wouldn’t work. So, I went inside to search for an alternate light source. I found a lamp in my sister’s room, tried to disconnect it but the wires were tangled, and ultimately picked up another lamp and took it outside. The light bulb I found was not normal, though. When turned on, little lightning bolts of color would shoot through it (reminds me of the Kundalini). I opted for a regular bulb but when turned on it was not near enough to illuminate the area.

Then I heard a commotion and saw the pile my husband was at was out of control, flames spreading toward the house. I thought about the garden hose but the fire was in the way. My mom was suddenly there to try and help. I saw piles of brown leaves (pun on leaving but also fallen hopes and dreams) and dried grass catching fire and spreading quickly. I remember my mom saying, “What do you expect setting fire on dried out ground?”

Then the other pile was also spreading and I ran toward it. My husband had his shirt (personality shown to others) in his hands and was trying to beat out the fire. My mom was behind him carrying one of my sweatshirts to try and beat out the fire. I yelled at her about my shirt, not wanting her to use it, and she stopped. I looked at the pile and it was almost as high as the roof and also full of dry leaves and dirt. The fire had burned the center and was now spreading out along the edges. I knew nothing could be done about it.

Interpretation

This is the second dream of fire at my mom’s house. The other dream was back in July, right before the Kundalini came back with a vengeance. At the time, the dream was so vivid that I actually warned my mom, thinking it may be a premonition concerning her and current issues she had been experiencing. Turns out it wasn’t about my mom at all but about a fire being set within me (Kundalini). I suspect now that my mom’s home was symbolic of my own “home” or the sense of it anyway.

Whether this dream is similar, I can’t say yet. Time will reveal that I suppose.

My overall sense from this dream and other recent dreams is that upheaval is on the horizon. I have had enough dreams now of water to know that emotion will be involved. Thankfully, the emotion is symbolized by clear, calm water, which means it will not be turbulent or explosive at least. The fire can be cleansing and purifying, so perhaps it is all about healing and purging.

The most memorable parts of the dream were the torn envelopes and letters and the light bulb. The images of these things stand out in my memory. I was talking when I was holding the envelope in my hands but I don’t know what I was saying. The sense was that I may have been attempting to resolve the past in some way. The light bulb was amazing and beautiful but I knew it could not be used to shed light on the situation. In the dream I put it aside and used a regular bulb but it did not have enough light. This could be symbolic of the Higher Self (lightening bolt bulb) and the Ego or lower self (regular bulb).

The berries were somewhat vivid as well. I saw them as very tiny and nearly dried out, soon to be consumed by the fire. I was trying to get my husband to pick them but he never did. I suspect the berries represent the dwindling of our relationship in some way.

When I woke I was feeling avoidant. I was also feeling a bit sad because I recognized that I had to focus on my life now and handle some of the issues that continue to be swept under the rug. I don’t want to do this but there was resignation to the fact that I could not avoid it any longer.

There is a sense that the Kundalini wants me to be like the Phoenix – to completely burn away all of my old self and rise as my new self. From the beginning of her raging within me, I have felt an inner push to do “crazy” things. I have done some – like quit my job (twice), change my name, travel to meet others, etc – but I have not had the courage to completely rid myself of everything that no longer resonates.

I have felt guided to read through some of my old posts lately and one of the messages that came through was that if I do not do what I feel guided (or pushed) to do, that it will happen despite me. Ultimately, this means that I will be forced through life circumstances to take action one way or the other. That which no longer resonates will be eliminated.

The Kundalini is destructive as well as creative. She burns through everything inside and out. She is a purifying fire of death and rebirth. Change is inevitable and often very uncomfortable. The more she rises within me, the braver I become. When I surrender to her I am without fear. There is no concern for the process or the consequences, just pure acceptance. If these dreams are a premonition of what is to come, it could be that the Kundalini will initiate change in my life. At this point I have no fear of her return, in fact, I look forward to it.

 

 

 

 

 

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Surrender

Repost from April, 2018. I was led to return to old blog entries after reading another bloggers personal OBE account where she was shown a symbol that resembled a “T”. When I read this post, a specific line in it stood out to me as confirmation that the symbol she saw was purposeful: It seems that this ascension is coming to a “T”.

This post overall resonates as I read my own words, words that seem so alien to me in this present time. Have I changed so much that now my own words feel to be those of another? Or is it just that I am currently deeply enmeshed in physical reality experience that this other part of me has grown silent, observing the process and gaining insight throughout?

Would love to hear your thoughts on this post and the process of surrender.

Namaste,
Dayna

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I know I have not written much on my personal spiritual journey for a long while, other than to post an OBE or two. Spiritual experiences continue, but are unclear initially and need much processing. Plus, I am observing the impermanence of experience and waiting for information to process – to solidify – before I share it. This goes against the grain of my previous personality, I know. Rest assured, the part of me that wishes to blurt out everything I experience is still here but has learned to stand down and allow the process to unfold. There is much wisdom to be found in patient observation. Patient – also a word that I would normally not use to describe myself. 🙂

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Dream: I’m Leaving and I’m Not Coming Back

Some dreamwork from this morning that seems significant:

Dream: I’m Leaving and I’m Not Coming Back

The dream began with me walking through a hub bustling with people. As I walked I noticed a bus station on my left and lines of people buying their tickets. Ahead of me was a corridor and my destination.

Then I was sitting at a student desk inside a narrow classroom with a floor-to-ceiling window on my left. Out the window I could see the hub and people walking to and fro. Behind me was a line of desks each occupied by a student. In the corner was the teacher at her own desk.

The teacher got up and began to hand out completed assignments to the students. I saw her pass up mine, putting it at the back of the stack until it was the only one remaining. Then she put it down and returned to her desk. I asked her, “What about mine?” She responded that she was going to keep it and mentioned that it was “like my others”. I remember taking it as a rebuttal, as if the teacher did not expect much of me. I eyed my assignment. It looked like one of those workbook worksheets from high school.

Then it was quiet as all the students began to read quietly the next chapter as instructed by the teacher. I was at the front of the line of desks and could see all the students obedient and scholarly-like doing what they were told. The light in the room was very dim, too dim to read by, and I thought it unfair for the teacher to expect us to read in such poor circumstances. I remembering thinking how I did not even need to be in the class because I had already taken it and gotten my degree.

The teacher excused herself and exited the classroom. I turned toward my book and decided that I was not going to stay in a class I didn’t need. Besides, there was a feeling that this class was related to a religion I was not in agreement with. I got up, faced the other students, and said, “Tell her I’m leaving and I’m not coming back.” As I walked past I heard several students gasp in disbelief and saw at least one of them smile.

When I walked outside I was back in the bustling hub. I didn’t know where I parked and was confused. I was frantic as I had no idea even what my car looked like. I burst into tears, crying because I felt lost and confused. “What will I do now? Where will I go?” were some of my thoughts. A nice women came up to me and asked me if I needed help. She was very kind and reassuring, putting her hand on my shoulder. She pointed toward the bus station and told me my car would be just past it. Calmer now, I walked past the bus station noting the lines of people staring into space, tickets in hand. Everything seemed so monotone – gray, white and charcoal black.

When I found my car the road and parking garage slowly flooded with water. The car was floating as I climbed in and struggled to find my key and turn on the ignition. My car kept bumping into other parked cars and I worried I would dent them. There was a woman’s voice with me at this time continuing to reassure me. My car floated like a boat and was difficult to maneuver without the engine on. I was panicking and fumbling for my keys. Finally I found my key and put it in the ignition, turning it. The engine roared as it started. Suddenly there was no water and I was not floating but driving smoothly and exiting the garage and hub altogether.

I remember seeing my car at one point, as if I was purchasing it. It looked like a “boat” (the term my friends and I used to describe cars like the 1970 El Camino). It was gray with peeling paint and worn tires. I think I called it a Buick and said, “It’s gonna need new tires.” Despite not liking it all that much I remember accepting it as mine and thinking, “It will have to do.”

I must have driven home or to my destination because I was next in a room sitting in a chair. I saw an old friend of mine enter. I hadn’t seen her in years. I spoke to her, commenting on how she seemed and asking how she was doing. Her expression showed me that she was not doing well. She was exhausted, depressed and feeling to be spinning her wheels.

She sat down facing away from me and stared out a window. I could tell she was trying to ignore me. I remember encouraging her, telling her that I was certain she would make progress soon because she was such a hard worker. I knew she could hear me but was pretending she could not.

This particular friend recently cut all ties with me quite abruptly. I remember thinking in the dream about how she had tried to make me into the type of friend she wanted when she should have just respected the boundaries that were in place when we met. When we met, she came to me for readings. I suspect she thought it would be beneficial to her to have a psychic-medium for a friend. I think it backfired on her. Me, I always knew my place but allowed her to befriend me. I sensed the lesson in it for her, and maybe for me as well.

Lesson

When I woke the part of the dream that was clearest to me was when I walked out of the classroom never to return. There was a realization in the dream that I was choosing to take the class over and over again, even when I didn’t need it. There was also a sense that I put up with teachers who did not respect me and had low expectations of me.

The decision in the dream seemed significant, though how specifically is not clear at this time. I have had dreams of being in school for a very long time now. Often I am in college taking a course I’ve taken and passed many times before. I always realize this in the dream but do not often do anything about it. Usually I just fail the class by not attending it. Sometimes I take the class over again anyway, happy that I already know the information and certain that I will pass with flying colors.

The next part that stands out about my dream is the feelings I had as I exited the classroom. I had no idea what to do, who I was or where I was going. All memory of how I got to there was gone. I was literally sobbing and hysterical in the dream, like completely freaking out to the point of a breakdown. It reminds me now of how I felt as a small child when I would lose my mom in the grocery store. lol

In considering this dream reaction, I think it has to do with confronting a similar situation in my life – one where I can choose to not repeat a lesson and step away from a repetitive cycle. If I make such a decision then I could potentially feel lost and confused. So perhaps the dream was me trying on how this decision might effect me? If so, then I was shown that I would be guided in the right direction and ultimately be OK.

The portion of the dream involving my friend could be a reflection of how my life might look if I do not choose to end the cycle. Or it also could be that I connected with this person and got a glimpse of her current circumstances. It felt like I was actually trying to communicate with her, so maybe it is more the latter than the former.

Ultimately, I can relate to the dream and the feelings in it. I have been considering making some changes but I hesitate because I cannot conceive of my life any other way than what it is like now. I struggle to know what to do. I feel confused and lost. Breaking cycles is difficult, especially if these cycles are all you have ever known. Who am I without these familiar circumstances? Honestly, I don’t even know.

 

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Progress

Recently I stated that I had not made much progress in the last couple of years and that my blog was losing followers because of it. Well, when I woke this morning I knew that this was not true. It was as if I had been discussing it in my dreams and then woke up Knowing I had sold myself short by making that statement as it is most obviously NOT true.

This isn’t the first time this week that I’ve awakened having made a decision or with clarity on a situation/idea/consideration. Seems to be the current theme for me: Go to sleep, wake up with certainty. lol

Progress

The progress I’ve made in the last few years has been great compared to other years. Progress here is in consciousness expansion mostly. This morning I woke up recognizing that my recent telepathic connections with others both in Spirit and on the physical plane are probably very out of line with the experiences of most of the population of the world is in right now. Yes, there are some who share my experiences, but since I am a Wayshower then it would makes sense that others with similar experiences are in the minority right now.

Honestly, I feel much like I did in 2002/2003 when the ascension “movement” was still in it’s infancy. It was nearly impossible to find others like myself and when I did find them, they were so cautious that it was hard to make meaningful connections.

So where exactly am I when it comes to my spiritual progression? Well, that is hard to say since there is no specific timeline or “one size fits all” when it comes to ascension. Most of my experiences involve the Kundalini and as such have been quite intense and explosive at times.

From what I woke up Knowing, this is my individual progression:

  1. Initial awakening (2002); sudden spiritual abilities appeared, connection with spirit guides instant and seeming to always be there, recognition of my origins, new identity (name change), spontaneous life decisions out of line with old personality (some would call this a Walk-in experience).
  2. Spontaneous OBEs that led to conscious OBEs, lucid dreams, Spirit communication, spontaneous past life recall, medical intuition (seeing auras), premonitions, loss of time/disconnection with this reality, Kundalini psychosis, Dark Night of the Soul.
  3. Period of general spiritual inactivity (about 7 years) also known as a hiatus. 🙂 Returned to “this reality” though still conscious of other realities, OBEs and spirit guide communication continued, spiritual abilities not actively used but not lost. Pursued a type of hypnosis that helped me resolve the barriers to progress. Ultimately these sessions helped even out the bumps and kinks in my consciousness and energy field so that I could resume work.
  4.  Gradual return and reintroduction to other realities mainly via OBEs. My OBEs became the gateway for communication with my guidance, ETs and others on this physical plane who were part of my Team. Multidimensional realities explored via OBEs, lucid and in-between states without the “psychosis” that resulted previously.
  5. Kundalini returned mostly via OBEs and lucid dreams. A period of over a year of Kundalini dreams, ET encounters, multidimensional experiences, energetic phenomena that I can’t otherwise explain, and my first telepathic communications with others of my Team on this plane of reality.
  6. Heart connection initiated and Kundalini surge beyond anything previously experienced. A heart connection, otherwise inaccurately known as Twin Flame, spured spiritual growth by magnifying and blasting through energetic blockages via the Kundalini. For me, this initiated a massive Ego death and catapulted me into consciousness expansion characterized by states of Divine Bliss, Oneness with All, tapping into universal consciousness, and other Divine states as written about by known Kundalini experiencers (i.e. Gopi Krishna).
  7. Current period where I am learning to master my new Self, step into and fully function in what others call 5D reality. Part of this mastery involves experiencing a merged state with others on both the spiritual and physical planes (ultimately a combination of both). Thus far I have experienced another heart connection on the physical plane (I’ve had numerous ones with Spirit) where there was mutual telepathy via a merged state that was effortless, as if I had been doing it my whole life. The other part of this mastery is learning to integrate my new Self with others still functioning within 3D and 4D. This is perhaps the most difficult for me and I struggle with it every day. Finally, Kundalini has become my new “normal” and is so familiar to me now that I cannot imagine my life without it.

My understanding is that ultimately I will “master” my current level and move on to the next. What this next level is, I am not sure.

Like I already mentioned, I struggle the most with integrating my new Self with everything and everyone else around me. Thus, my blog tends toward this struggle more times than not. Since I am in the midst of this lesson, I am unable to see beyond it at times. Just because I have progressed this far doesn’t mean I am somehow immune to this physical reality and everything in it. Ascension has made me more capable, for sure, but Knowing is not the same as Being. I am still a spiritual Being living a human experience and right now that is more real to me than it ever has been!

 

 

 

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Fever

I’ve been sick since Wednesday night. I was hit with a sore throat that kept me awake most of the night. The next day it lingered with addition of a headache and just an overall feeling of malaise. I suspect I may have had a low grade fever, but I never checked to see. I went to work despite it and probably shouldn’t have. I felt like crap all day but worked through it. My husband had gone out of town for the day (of course, right?) and so when I got home from work I had to tend to my children and do all the regular mommy duties despite feeling awful. That night I opted to skip my normal workout replacing it with over an hour of Hatha yoga.

The following night sleep was limited as well. The sore throat had not run it’s course I guess and the next day it continued to linger through until bedtime. I finally gave in last night and took some Ibuprofen at bedtime to help with the pain and ended up getting a good night’s sleep. This morning I feel much better but have a bit of congestion which will I suspect with linger for a few more days as the cold runs its course.

What is interesting is that throughout this period of illness I’ve had spiritual experiences on and off. The day prior to the sickness kicking in I had been in a “funk”, feeling an intense urge to take action on certain issues in my life to the point of near obsession all day. Here is a dream and message I received that morning:

Dream: Approved

This dream began with me meeting up with my ex-husband after a year of no contact. We were in bed (private self) together, fully clothed and catching up on lost time. I recall struggling with a memory of having sex with him only a year prior. I could not figure out if it was true or not. I thought, “Maybe I dreamed it?”

Finally, I asked him if we had been together and he said, “Yes. Remember? It was when you were separated from ______.” I do not remember the name from the dream but it felt like I had temporarily separated from my marriage and gotten back with my ex.

I was relieved to have my memory confirmed. In the dream at this time I was recalling what it was like to be with my ex. There was memory of times I had long forgot – mundane activities and the normalcy of married life with him – but also the specifics of our sex life. At one point the face of my ex and the face of my current husband were side-by-side. I saw the similarities in their features and in their personalities. It was as if they were the same identity only in two different bodies.

A woman came in at that point. She was there to “clean up” the stage (behavior, manipulation, relationships, putting on a show for others). It was then that I realized the bed we were in was in the center of a large stage set inside a giant theater. The woman gestured to the floor and described the debris that was in need of being swept up. As she described it, I saw in her hands what looked like pine cones (life and good fortune, or “pining” for someone), leaves (fallen hopes, sadness, loss) and very large strawberries (sensual desires, female sexuality). The strawberries were not red, though, but a burnt orange color similar to the leaves and pine cones. Together they looked like potpourri (particular stage of life). I looked at the floor around our bed and saw it was covered entirely with this mixture.

Lucidity increased at this point and I recall seeing the entire dream scene freeze as if it turned into a photograph. Then I saw the word “APPROVED” materialize in front of me. Seeing the word woke me fully and I wondered, “What is approved??” I got no response.

Interpretation

This dream seems to be me comparing my ex and my current husband, looking at similarities of my relationships and exploring themes. I had a particular focus on my ex, how he appeared to me, how I felt about him, and what I thought of him as a person overall. I remember noting how attached he was to me and finding it unappealing mainly because I was not attached to him in the same way. It felt like he was attached to my body and his attraction to my body more than to me as a person.

I am still uncertain what the “Approved” message indicates. It seemed like a stamp of approval”, like something that would be stamped on a contract or proposal. Maybe I was going through contract negotiations again? It seems likely since I do that quite a bit in dreamtime.

Journal Entry From 12/14/18:

Still sick, it took me a while to fall asleep – after midnight. I hate post nasal drip.

I don’t recall my dreams until this morning after waking at 6am and then dozing until it was time to get the kids up for school.

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Dream: Pecan Present

The dream began in what appeared to be my old bedroom at my Mom’s, the one I was in during middle and early high school. The only difference was where the window faces the pool there was an open area with a golden hue.

I was playing with an orange tabby cat (female sexuality). I had what looked like a walnut (joy and/or abundance) or pecan (potential) and was rolling it around to get the cat’s attention. I opted to squeeze it between the floor and a lower shelf and watched as the cat attempted to get it. He worked at it while and then managed to get his mouth around it, freed it and tried to eat it.

A dark haired slightly pudgy woman (aspect of self) came into view then. She was out of sorts, obviously destitute and struggling. She was nice enough and I seemed to know her. She was with a group of others like herself – homeless, jobless and needing shelter. They were all gathered for the night in the space adjacent to my room.

The woman and I talked and I handed her a pecan (potential, hardiness and longevity – big things start small). She was grateful and accepted it but then said, “I bet it has worms (negativity, low self-worth, degradation) in it.” I looked at the pecan and briefly saw what the woman saw – worms squirming around in it. I cracked open the pecan and showed her, “No it doesn’t. See? No worms. It’s perfect.” The woman’s eyes lit up as I offered it to her to eat.

As I was set to leave I felt overwhelming compassion for her and the others. I remember thinking, “I will give them each $20 for the holidays. It’s not much but it’s something.” I felt like I should do something to help, even if it was a small thing.

Then I was walking along a curvy road (life path) that seemed to wind through a mountain valley. As I departed, my grandmother was clearly visible sitting in a chair with a blue afghan spread over her lap just like she use to do when she was alive. She commended me on my efforts to help the woman and said, “You know, she keeps everything you’ve ever given her.” I saw in my mind a bunch of items neatly stowed in a blanket. The items were random things like the pecan – sticks, rocks, baubles and such. My grandmother sent such warmth and thanks to me and I felt an overwhelming sadness wash over me as I saw again the dark haired woman who I had helped. I felt so bad for her and others like her. I also think seeing my grandmother brought up emotion.

I woke up in tears feeling that I was purging something but not exactly sure what. The emotion, as usual, seemed to have no specific source but instead a general grief.

The song High Hopes was on my mind – You’ve gotta have high, high hopes…..”

On to last night now…..

Dream: Fire in the Kitchen

In this dream I was inside my grandparent’s old house only it was newer because my uncle has remodeled it. I went to the kitchen to make some food. I set a bowl on the counter near the sink and turned on the burners. While I was turned and focused on the food preparation I smelled smoke and turned around to see a pan catching fire. I put out the fire with a towel and moved the pan and turned back around. Again, I smelled smoke and again I saw the pan on fire and put out the fire. This happened several times until the whole stove top was engulfed in flames. The burners got so hot they began to melt and the pans began to melt as well.

My uncle came home and saw the mess but was unconcerned about his new stove. Instead he was focused on what the fire had done. I remember thinking the fire must have gotten really hot to have melted the burner coils and that the entire stove would have to replaced. I thought perhaps the stove was defective and hoped it was still under warranty and could be replaced.

Dream: Fever

There was a whole dream sequence prior to this dream about being in outer space on a space craft that was large enough to hold an entire society. Other ships began to latch onto the mother ship, though, and invade the interior. The attack was stopped but in the end one ship had avoided detection and was secretly infiltrating the bigger ship.

The scene shifted and with it came an entire background knowledge of what was transpiring. I had finally reunited with my partner/love and had stayed the night in his apartment. There was an understanding that now that we were together our intense connection would likely result in tension that then would flare up into arguments. I saw my partner’s sun and ascendant (astrology) contributing to a tendency toward communication conflicts. I remember feeling able to handle such trivialities, feeling it would be worthwhile in the end.

His roommate greeted me as I emerged from my room that morning. He was very cheerful but I did not know him. I saw my partner sitting on the sofa and joined him. The roommate said something to the effect of, “You should let her give you a blow job now because you have to go to [unrecognizable word] soon.” There was a telepathic sense that my partner was about to leave and that his roommate was supportive of us being together. The roommate felt like another version of my partner more than another person.

I remember ignoring the roommate’s comment as I sat next to my partner on the sofa (I was on his left) and snuggled up to him. I looked up at him and said, “Good morning.” He looked down at me and smiled, kissing me gently on the lips. I remember thinking how amazing it felt to finally be with him without having to sneak around or feel guilty. I could feel from him a slight uneasiness that was not outright rejection. Instead it seemed that he was trying to not fully feel our connection; holding back.

Still snuggled up against his chest our connection began to become more and more apparent to me. It was such a wonderful feeling and all I wanted to do was stay there with him, snuggled close. I sent this feeling to him telepathically and then said to him, “Why do you have this effect on me?” I received back and answer in visuals. It looked like an energetic process. Golden energy streams that then exploded at their destination point into tiny fireworks. The energy channels felt ancient, like they had been worn deep from repetitive use, intricately connecting us at the deepest of levels. Along with this came a knowing this process had gone unfinished countless times because of the intensely explosive nature of our connection. Until these energy channels were allowed to complete a circuit the intensity would continue to feel uncomfortable to the point of separating us once again.

From my partner I could feel him working hard to remain in control. If you can imagine someone biting their lip and gripping the seat, this would be how he appeared energetically to me. lol There was no hostility or anger whatsoever, just outward calm as he held me close to him. Yet the energy between us was intensifying and I began to squirm from it as my desire grew.

When the energy became nearly unbearable he looked at me with a neutral expression and said, “I am starting to get turned on.” I looked back up at him and said, “Me, too.” I could feel his grip on control lessening as he gave into his desire. My thoughts were definitely not innocent at this point, neither were his. All I wanted to do was jump him right there in front of his roommate. LOL I became breathless at the thought and woke up (darn!).

Fully awake but not wanting to be I lingered in bed a while enjoying the dream connection still present as I woke. Part of a song was going through my mind on repeat, no doubt a message: “I will always love you…..”

I don’t think the rest of the song applies, but I can’t say for sure. The only part that was repeating was, “I will always love you.” This was while the energy was still noticeable but subsiding.

Once I was fully awake and the energy was gone I spoke with my guidance for a while. A familiar conversation ensued, one that I have had many times over the course of the last few years. The dream seemed to be me trying on a particular situation or maybe it was just meant to show me the current state of things. Whatever it was, I felt the explanation of the energy to be the most informative. The circuit must be completed. The intensity leading up to that completion is scary but as with all fear it must be confronted. The only way out is through. Controlling it is a barrier creating more blocks and slowing the process. The feeling is easy to interpret as “bad” or “dark” but in reality it is both “good” and “bad” in one. We are “light” and “dark” and to be whole we must embrace both within ourselves. In the end, what appears to be an insurmountable obstacle is actually just a bump in the road.

The biggest lesson I suppose is embracing the desire and all that goes with it. I have been through it, so I know how scary it is to face the desire we hold within. It looks and feels “bad” yet at the same time it carries with it a magnetic attraction, pulling us into it and into ourselves. Once allowed we are shown ourselves, the good, the bad and the ugly. This is scary but if approached without judgment or criticism we are able to see the beauty that we are and it is Divine and blissful beyond compare.

In understanding I lingered a bit longer in bed, feeling the connection across the distance and allowing it. Another song came to mind, specifically the words, “You give me fever….”

Of Note

I wanted to address the portion of the above dream where the roommate suggests I give my partner a blow job. I believe this section was the result of a conversation I had yesterday with my husband. We drove past the place where I had my first ever date and memory of my first boyfriend came up. I talked about it, specifically how he was a “sloppy kisser”. lol There was also a distinct memory of one evening when I was over at his house in his bedroom. We were making out and he suddenly exposed himself to me. I had never seen a penis before and was in shock (that’s an understatement). At this point all we had ever done was make-out and I was very inexperienced. I had never even kissed a boy prior to him. I said something about his mom walking in and he responded that she wouldn’t. I knew he wanted me to give him a blow job and I definitely was NOT going to do that! So I made an excuse and we went back into the living room. After that he suddenly stopped communicating with me (ha!) but I was not upset by it because I was not “that kind of girl” and so had lost all interest in him as well.

This conversation led me to talking more about what I feel about and my beliefs about oral sex. Oral sex has never been attractive to me – neither giving or receiving. Even in my marriages it is rare that I give or receive it. It just feels uncomfortable. However, I am not completely against it and have been known to be spontaneous in the giving of it, but only within a committed relationship. Somewhere along the way in this lifetime I acquired the belief that a woman who gives a man oral sex outside of a committed relationship is “cheap” and “dirty”. Yet within a marriage or committed long-term relationship, it is acceptable. Talk about illogical!

So yeah, that is likely why it appeared in my dream. It went along quite well with the feelings coming from my partner and helps me recognize that I still have my own considerations and beliefs getting in the way of my progress.

Either way, I definitely felt the “fever” and all conflicting considerations flew out the door!

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Two Worlds Collide

It’s been a strange day….

I woke at around 10pm feeling as if I had slept the entire night but knowing I had just fallen asleep maybe 20 minutes prior. When I woke I was talking to a guide whose energy felt very substantial and powerful. There was a wisdom with him and his voice, though I couldn’t audibly hear it, felt deep and soul-resonating.

When we spoke I felt very much to be a student to him, or at least to be the one receiving guidance. I was asking him why I had to Remember and then not be allowed to retain the experience consistently throughout the remainder of my life. Why was I allowed to feel a deep connection to others but only temporarily? How can I go on Knowing what I Know?

He asked me to Remember why I am here. When he did, I felt why again and Knew that life as a human was meant to test. I am meant to feel disconnected so that I can have that perception and experience. I remember asking to not be human anymore. He then asked me to consider something. A vision of walking into a hotel room and finding my partner with another came to me. It was just a flash of memory but with it came an entire consideration that perhaps I am feeling what I am feeling because I intended to feel the way another had been made to feel by me? Maybe in another lifetime I was the one who felt betrayed and who fought to keep my partner from another? Maybe my partner was the one who was pining for someone they could never be with? That unrequited love feeling is definitely distinct.

Throughout our conversations there I had an odd feeling in my body. My entire right leg felt weird, like it was about to fall asleep but wasn’t quite there yet. I also felt weird energetically, like not quite connected to this body or realm. I ended up moving my body to rid myself of the feeling.

This particular energy sensation is fairly new to me but I have not mentioned it because I don’t know how to describe it exactly. I have felt it in random body parts – my right eye, my head and now my right leg. When the feeling comes on it feels uncomfortable and if I focus on it I feel that I might be ill or worse if it becomes anymore apparent. It never does, though, as I have learned to not focus on it and find that helps it to dissipate. It feels very wrong, like there is a mismatch between this body and my energy. There is also a metallic taste – that’s wrong word but don’t know how else to describe it. It’s an energetic “taste”.

That brings me to another topic. I was just explaining to my husband about how I seem to be able to “taste” energy. This is a new perception for me. I have come to recognize those I meet in Spirit (and for some in body as well) by their “energy signature”. This signature has distinct features that I perceive through a sense I have no name for and that is closest to that of the sense of taste. I explained to my husband that this “signature” is why we don’t need names to identify who we are when we are not in bodies. Our experiences imprint into our energetic field and act as our signature or fingerprint – soulprint. 🙂 When I have telepathically connected with others – merged with them – their soulprint is completely open and available to me. I can distinguish distinct “flavors” – personality, emotion, tendencies, etc. I perceive the “good” and the “bad” but all of it is exquisitely beautiful – like a tapestry or artwork. I see the Whole Self and am in awe of it. There is reverence felt for the person/soul.

Anyway, on to the rest of the weirdness of today….

I have been feeling different today. More than once while talking to others I have felt energetically “ill” to the point of it hitting me in physical ways. When I listen to someone talking for extended periods I feel it the most. It is a sick kind of wanting to fall to the ground or pass out. Like I am getting tasered by their energy. While listening to my boss describe something to me today I felt like this and after she left I got a headache.

I often feel this way when I first get to work in the morning and then it levels off after I’ve been there a few hours. Perhaps I am acclimating somehow to the energies?

Nonetheless, I think I am very wide open right now and picking up on others’ junk/energy.

I’ve also just had a weird feeling over all, similar to how I felt upon waking early in the night. At one point I wanted to just cry because I felt like I was losing my mind. it was short-lived – I composed myself quickly – but I have not felt anything like it in quite a while.

There was also a memory from years ago – 2003ish. It was of how I was told in advance by my guidance about a man I would meet. I was given his name and the specific date of our meeting. Later, after meeting him on the date given and being romantically involved with him, I noticed a piece of mail with his name on it and realized he went by his middle name and his first name was the one my guides told me! I had also met him on the exact date they had given me.

The sudden memory of this hit me all at once and sorta stunned me. Why have that memory? It was what I think threw me into that “I’m going crazy” feeling which brought me close to tears. It’s kind of a feeling of being ripped apart internally. Well, maybe that is a bit dramatic but in the moment it feels very disorienting at the least.

Now, at home and after spending time walking my dog and doing some yoga I feel much better. Sometimes I just don’t know what the f^%* is going on with the energy and ascension and, well the world! I live in two different worlds – one that seems to be mostly in my mind but I know it’s not – and the other one that everyone else seems to occupy. It’s days like today, though, when my own world seems to crash into the other world, when I struggle the most.

Just realized it is 12/12 today. Hahaha Maybe I fell through a portal…..

 

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Bitch Magic and 3 OBE’s

Ah, the good sleep was short-lived! 😦

Dream: Bitch Magic

I fell asleep without issue but woke around midnight from an odd dream. I was with my daughter who had a friend who was wearing an outfit with the words, “Bitch Magic” on it. To the left of the words, which were written in Disney-like lettering with sparkles and stars all around, was Tinkerbell waving her wand. LOL The high waisted jeans also had the logo and lettering only smaller on the back just above the pockets. I remember saying to my daughter that I thought it was a bit too much, especially since it looked to be from the 1980’s era.

I couldn’t help but remember, “Bitch Magic” when I woke, so I wrote it down. Then I couldn’t go back to sleep because of the overly dry air in the room causing my nose to hurt when I breathed. So, I lay on my back mulling over life and envisioning how I would like my future to play out. I went through several scenarios before I fell asleep.

Lucid Dream

I entered into a semi-lucid dream where I was sitting in front of a very large television. I could see the selections for the shows and was in the middle of selecting a show I liked when the TV shifted to shows my children like to watch. I couldn’t find my show anywhere. Eventually, I found it and clicked on my show but the volume was too high. I began to turn it down and noticed the TV had a curved edge which made it hard to see from the side.

3 OBE’s

My lucidity must have peaked because suddenly the loud noise of the TV turned into hearing someone knock on the front door. I heard my husband answer and whisper an apology for asking the person to come over so late. I also heard what sounded like a briefcase opening – a “click, click” sound. I remember wanting to talk to my husband, to go downstairs and see who he was with, but my body felt paralyzed and heavy.  There was a realization that I was hearing “noises off” but at the same time I felt like I needed to investigate because it felt very real. I attempted to get up and go downstairs but I kept feeling pulled down into the bed/my body. It took every ounce of energy I could muster to finally sit up and when I did I exited my body.

Free of my body, I headed toward the bedroom door. It was very dark and my energy was pretty low. I could feel my physical body the entire time which made me in a hurry to get as far from it as possible. I went to the stairs and looked over the edge, calling to my husband but knowing he wasn’t there – he never was. I could feel the cold metal of the railing beneath my hands just as my vision began to clarify. Then I was pulled back into my body.

Back in my body I again experienced the heavy, paralyzed sensation. Knowing full well that I was in the transition state, I forced my way out of my body and out of bed. I was still curious about what I had heard and there was this fear at the back of my mind that perhaps something sinister was about. I ignored my fear, knowing I had nothing to fear – that nothing could harm me unless I thought it could. This time I went directly to the other bedroom where my husband was sleeping with our youngest son. I spoke to him, asking him if I could get in bed with him. He answered by pulling back the covers to let me in. I could see the outline of my son under the covers in the middle of the bed. I remember feeling my husband as I got into bed and then being sucked back into my body as if I were being pulled through a tunnel.

This time, fully intent on getting out of bed and out of the house, I pushed through the heaviness and exited my body without much issue. It was still dark, the energy very heavy, but I was determined to free myself of it. I went directly to the stairs and then opted to jump/float down to the first floor. I did this without issue and landed at the bottom. There was more clarity in my vision but it seemed to strobe in and out. I went directly to the front door and opened it. As I did, an object came down as if to block my path. It was a giant chandelier. I could see it clearly in my mind despite the darkness that enveloped it. I spoke aloud, saying, “Get out of my way”, as I took my hand and brushed it aside. I felt no resistance. The door was only partially open so I slid through the opening, noting it was much lighter outside and my vision was clear. As I walked outside, I noticed a For Sale sign propped up against the side of the house, the lettering very distinct – red letters on a white sign. I could also see other objects indicative of moving, like tape and gloves. I wasn’t able to focus on it for long because I was sucked back through a tunnel and back into my body.

As I settled back into my body I knew that I would not be able to exit again. My chest felt very heavy, just like the energy I had felt while OOB. In fact, it felt like my chest had been ripped open and expanded, as if I had open heart surgery. It is hard to explain, but the energy was distinct. As I settled more into my body I noticed my heartbeat and breathing were erratic and overall it didn’t feel right or normal. I wondered if I had been putting too much strain on my body but my guidance indicated I merely didn’t have enough energy available for traveling OOB.

Now wide awake, I struggled to sleep again. I had to turn on the humidifier in order to comfortably breathe. It was past 2:30am when I fell back to sleep.

Considerations

Looking back at last night, I realize that things were prime for an unsettled night. As I was winding down for the night I could feel my crown and third-eye activating. I remember thinking, “Download time”.

The Bitch Magic dream could mean many things. My first thought after waking was that it pertained to me – as in I am the bitch. However, the “magic” part indicates that it is not necessarily a bad things. My thought was that perhaps I needed to get into “bitch mode” to get things moving in the direction I wanted. Considering my thoughts prior to bed were about what I wanted in life, this makes sense. Still, it is very funny! The image of the fairy especially.

Since I could not return to sleep after waking the first time, I remember thinking it likely that I would go OOB. I did not intend to, though, just noted it likely. It’s called Wake Back to Bed (WBTB) method, meaning you wake up and then return to sleep after moving around enough to wake fully. Usually, when I wake up so early in the night I do not go OOB, so it was quite a surprise to end up doing so. WBTB is best done after 5-6 hours of sleep, not 2 hours.

Based upon my thoughts/insights during meditation, I believe the first OBE noises-off were directly related. I remember thinking the knock at the door and the clicking of the briefcase as it opened was my husband trying to keep something from me; thus my intense curiosity to investigate. The heavy energy is typical of the etheric. The symbolism in the OBEs seems a reflection of my feelings – unable to leave the house = feeling trapped. The chandelier symbolizes a bright future, but it was not lit so maybe it means the opposite? Since it was inside the house and trying to keep me inside, perhaps it is symbolic of a possible bright future gone dark – dashed hopes and dreams. The For Sale sign is likely another symbol indicating a desire to move on or get out/get rid of something. My vision was also poor, indicating an inability to see clearly; a need for clarity. I am seeking clarity but unable to find it until I exit the house.

The strange sensations in my physical body are not concerning, though they were odd. I have had all kinds of weird re-entries and this one definitely qualifies as such. My chest did feel to be spread open, as if I were getting open heart surgery. I’m not sure what to make of the sensation other than to say it was just my perception of the energy at the time of re-entry.

 

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Dream: Halfway There

I’m sleeping really well right now, or at least for the last two nights anyway. 🙂 The average is 10 hours, all of which were much needed.

Prior to bed last night, as I was watching my current show of interest, I kept feeling a communication coming through from my right. At first I didn’t identify it as such, thinking I was just having random thoughts and feelings, but ultimately I stopped focusing on my show and shifted my attention to the source.

My heart was struck with a beautiful energy. It was so palpable that in my mind I saw it, like a etheric, golden light, twirling and spinning out from the darkness straight into my heart center. Along with the energy came visuals mixed with incomplete thoughts. I settled into my core and let the transfer take place, knowing that too much focus would interrupt it. Allow. Allow. 

The origin of this energetic connection was Earthly; it was someone on the Earth plane I know. Soul family of the Divine kind. I suspect the telepathic connection was unintentional on their part. But it doesn’t matter, I received it.

Unfortunately, my motherly duties interrupted the flow and when I tried to reconnect I was unable.

Dream: Halfway There

This dream was early in the morning hours, so I was partially lucid. I find that these days when my lucidity peaks I prefer to go with the dream rather than take control of it. Not sure why I am doing this except that maybe I have recognized doing so allows me to receive messages that otherwise I would not notice.

I found myself on the side of a road in Montana. It was really dark out and I could barely see my surroundings. I crawled up an embankment and up to the side of the road. My location had been beneath a bridge near a small stream I think. I could feel the tall grass as I crawl-walked and hear the crunching of leaves and twigs with each step I took.

As I crawled I encountered objects: trash. It was scattered here and there and familiar. I picked up a very large, empty container of oatmeal without a lid and took it with me to use as a bucket to pick up the litter. I picked up two empty apple juice boxes and tossed them inside and then stumbled upon the lid to the oatmeal container. I closed the boxes inside and tossed the container into the brush.

As I settled myself on the side of the road I encountered another empty oatmeal container and put more boxes inside. There was a conversation going on in my mind with someone about this but it is lost to me now. What is left is the consideration that this trash represented things I feel “done with”, and as such it is being “trashed”.

I remember thinking of the journey ahead. I told this person in my mind how I did not look forward to the long journey ahead in this darkness. The feeling I had was of despair and extreme exhaustion. My bones felt heavy and my prognosis not good.

Every once in a while a car or truck would pass by. All kept their headlights off. I found this very disturbing. I knew the traffic was so sparse that I would be lucky if I saw one vehicle an hour. But I walked on, being careful to hide in the shadows when a car passed me by. It felt dangerous to be out so late at night in the middle of nowhere all alone.

Every once in a while a car would approach with headlights on only to turn them off when close. One time, a truck passed me by, headlights off, and another car passed them going the other direction. The truck stopped and turned to pursue the other car but saw me because they had turned on a spotlight. Caught and unable to run, I stood there and four men got out of the vehicle and approached me. I was close enough to see a woman in the front seat, strapped in a seat belt. I sensed from her distress and used my medical intuition to scan her body. I said to the men, “She is not well. She needs to go to a hospital.” They laughed and said, “Yeah, she has a broken leg.”

The dream shifts and I am inside the truck with the men. We stop at a church and I open the door and escape, screaming at the people, “I’ve been kidnapped. Help!” only the words didn’t come out right at first. I scramble inside with help from the people there and run down a hallway to check the back door. I knew the men would find me and had hoped to escape out the back door. Unfortunately, I ran into one of the men, machine gun in hand, standing at the back door. I said to him, “You know you don’t want to do this. Give me your gun.” The man considered and his shoulders drooped as he handed over the gun. I asked, “Is there ammo?” He nodded and we both went inside.

The dream shifts forward in time and I am inside the church with a large group of people. My daughter is with me. They offer us new clothes. I am given a white, long-sleeved shirt with their logo on the front. It looks like three flowers connected in a triangle shape. I feel displaced as I put on the shirt, as if I am homeless.

I feel extremely tired at this time and seek out a bed to lay down on. There is no space where I am, so I go into the other room and check the bed there. I note that people have left their things on the nightstand indicating that the bed is taken. So, I turn to the computer, take a seat and begin to type my story – the dream as I recall it up to that point along with my feelings/emotions and secrets I would otherwise tell no one.

As I type, the screen goes blank and I am unable to get the computer to respond. I panic, worrying the people of the church will discover I am not who I say I am. I press the “Esc” key to try and regain control of the screen. It works and I cannot find what I typed anywhere. Instead a video screen pops up and the icon on the top indicates that the person who is logged in, some man, has liked one of my posts. I go into his profile and unlike my post to try and erase any proof that I had been there.

I return to the other room and search for earplugs but none of them fits. I want to sleep but cannot. There are so many people that the space feels crowded. I do not like the feeling. A man I know in real life begins to talk to me, to counsel me, and I find out he has divorced his wife. He makes it clear that he is interested in me but the thought of being with him that way is unappealing to me. His energy feels sick and weak, completely incompatible with my own.

Somehow I end up walking on the dark road again. I am on the other side this time, the left side rather than the right as before. There is a glimmer of light in the distance, as if the sun is about to rise. I feel so tired, my legs like dead weights as I walk. A familiar song comes into my mind as I walk, sung by a male voice. I sing along with him:

Woah, we’re half way there
Woah-oh, livin’ on a prayer,
Take my hand, we’ll make it I swear,
Woah-oh livin’ on a prayer….

The chorus repeats a second time and I sing it louder and with more purpose. When I hit the part, “Take my hand, we’ll make it I swear”, I burst into tears. The feeling I have is similar to how one feels when they have fallen but can’t find the strength to stand and keep going. It feels like death is the only option. Then someone offers them their hand.

Interpretation

I wasn’t crying when I woke up. Instead I felt somewhat awed by the whole dream experience. Maybe it was because it was partially lucid? Or maybe it was the message via song that was the final uplifting component, saying, “We can do this!”? I did indeed feel hopeful and I can’t help but think of the analogy of running a marathon as perfect for how life plays out.

I believe the dark road in Montana is symbolic of where I feel to be at currently in my life. The darkness is the unseen/unknown and also represents how I feel – dark, gloomy, hopeless. Montana is the journey toward spiritual freedom, enlightenment, purpose, whatever you want to call it. Montana = mountains. It is the “ascent”.

The trash I find are things I no longer want or that I feel have served their purpose. The oatmeal is a continuing symbol of mine, it symbolizes comfort and sameness. The juice boxes could be domesticity as they are reminders of my children and my motherly duties. The oatmeal container is huge in the dream and very empty; all used up. I have had my fill.

The vehicles without headlights indicate that I do not feel illuminated by those that I meet right now. If anything they perpetuate the dark, gloominess that I carry with me. The men in the truck who abduct me seem to be a perceived danger, the woman is likely an aspect of myself who is broken and unable to walk; stuck.

The church likely represents some kind of perceived haven of help, but looks are deceiving. The guns indicate potential aggression under the surface but I am able to suppress it. I feel homeless with the group and suffocated. This is representation of a real-life situation I won’t go into detail about. Let’s just say a similar group I am associated with gives me the feelings I encountered in the dream. I want to ignore it, block out the messages I received (earplugs) and avoid what I know the be true (sleep), but am unable to do either. The man represents the feelings I often get with people in the group.

This is further expounded upon by what I write on the computer. I want desperately to communicate – be – who I am, but know the group will not accept this. In the dream what I write is very personal and revealing. I hit “Esc” to try and escape the consequences of them knowing my true identity and am successful at erasing all traces of myself.

The last scene of walking the road on the left side could indicate change of perspective. The light in the distance = hope. The song, of course, is relaying the message that I am not alone.

Dream Snippet

There is a short dream memory that I have limited recall on now. What I do recall is being in a room with a man. We are sitting comfortably on cushioned lounges. All the colors in my memory are golden hues, as if we are in the 1960’s but I know we are in a place where time doesn’t exit. The scene feels like a bar or speak easy. Rather than tables and chairs there are sofas and side tables.

The man I am with is familiar and I am very comfortable with him. He is singing and I am amazed at how nicely he sings. I comment on how lovely his voice is. What I remember most is feeling pulled in by his voice. It is smooth, deep and quiet, sometimes only a whisper. His brown eyes become a focal point in the dream that also seem to pull me in. The depth of them is familiar. I see myself in his eyes. I am in love with his voice, with his eyes, with him.

There is conversation here but I only recall a summary of it now. The man is telling me about his life, how he use to sing with a band among other things. I feel mostly to be listening to him. It feels like he needs me to listen; like he has much to say but doesn’t say it. I am happy to listen.

I don’t know when this dream snippet occurred – before or after the above dream. In fact, most of the night’s experiences feel jumbled as if they all happened at the same time. Maybe they did? It is of no consequence anyway. What is most important is that I woke up feeling calm and accepting when normally I awaken in resistance.