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E.T. Dream: Scheduled Extraction

Woke at 3:30am from this dream. 

Dream: Scheduled Extraction

I don’t recall where I was in the beginning. It was like I was moving through a dark tunnel, though. I recall talking to someone, a woman, but I think there may have been others with us also. The topic of discussion was about E.T.’s who had been observing Earth for a long time and had decided it was time to extract a number of the inhabitants (humans). 

The visuals I received are what are most vivid to me in my memory. 

I saw lighted orbs (ships) streaming down across the planet and landing in the oceans. They were small, only large enough to carry one person, some smaller. With this scene I was told the ships were cloaked/invisible and could not be detected.

I saw a human-looking E.T. exit one of the ships. I exclaimed, “You look just like us!” In fact, I wouldn’t have thought of them as E.T.’s at all they looked so similar. I received confirmation that they did look like us and was reminded that they are us – “We are You”. 

In the next visual, I saw a human entering one of these ships. The human stood in the center on a platform and then was engulfed in an energetic protective barrier. The orb returned to space with the human inside in the same manner in which it arrived – very fast and undetected.

Then I became more aware of my surroundings in the dream. I was traveling in a vehicle (car?) with a woman who appeared to be driving. I couldn’t see anything outside the vehicle. I remember receiving information about when the extraction would occur. I seemed to Know it already, though, because I Remembered it. Two dates come to mind now, though I can’t be sure on their accuracy. The first is 2080 and the second is 2025. I seemed more interested in the latter and interrupted my woman companion to correct her date of 2080 saying, “But it begins in 2025.” I also Knew (was told?) that this kind of event was not singular – it has happened before and not just once. 

There was a word that came to mind that I resisted, but I don’t think they’re use of it implied anything negative: Harvesting. It was explained to me that some humans were “ripe” in that they had evolved to the point of relocation. In this sense, the word “harvest” makes more sense than the more negative interpretation that we humans have of being selected for consumption in some way. 

I did not take any of this information badly. If anything, I was excited. I told my female companion, “It’s good that I’m here with you. I will need to network with others in preparation.” She replied, with no emotion whatsoever, “There is no need for that.” She telepathically replied that any “network” I built would not be part of the extraction and of no real use to me. This made me pause as I absorbed all that I was being told.

Then I was once again in a black void. A male companion was with me this time. I was asking questions about the transport vehicle I saw in my previous visions – the orb ship. Again I was shown a visual, this time a view looking down on the earth from space. The orb vehicle was very visible – a bright yellow, glowing ball of energy. I couldn’t see a passenger inside.

It was explained how the vehicle worked. The individual stood or sat inside on a small platform. A crinkled looking metal substance that resembled paper tin foil was shown to me. It could’ve been what the platform was made of but I’m not certain. It was explained that vibration was key to the operation of the ship. The vibration transformed the foil into a solid wall which protected the passenger yet the “wall” resembled energy. not a solid structure. 

This was explained as I saw a visual of the orb heading towards earth. I remember saying, “Like Starman!”, thinking of the movie by the same name.

More was explained about how the vibration worked. I can’t remember the specifics now but at the time it made total sense to me. I believed it transformed solid matter into energy. Now that I think of it, it could’ve been that they were explaining what happened to the passenger because one of the things that made no sense to me was the size of the orb. It seemed to shrink as it accelerated, down to a size too small for a human to occupy.

I woke suddenly and lay in my bed wondering about my dream for a while.

Considerations

I haven’t had a dream that has sparked my interest like this in a long while. The information seemed so familiar to me in the dream, like, “Oh yeah! I remember now!” The previous extractions felt normal as did the up and coming one. It didn’t feel like a bad thing at all. I was excited about it. 

Whether the dream is a premonition of actual events or symbolic of an up and coming shift, I can’t be certain. My best guess would be the latter – that the dream is symbolic of a transformative experience only some will go through. 

What bothers me about dreams like this is that the “events” I am forewarned of only pertain to a select few. It is a common theme and not only one that I pick up on. I’ve seen it from many other sources. 

I can’t help but think of other times in Earth’s history when these extractions have occurred. Is this why entire populations seemed to just “vanish”? I’ve had other dreams that suggest there is truth to this. Some were dreams of me reliving memories of similar events. 

The E.T.’s in my dream were very human-looking, I have no doubt of that. It was amazing to me how similar they looked even in the dream. The explanation was that they were just like me. There was no further explanation except that I seemed to Remember that we came from the same genetic material – like we were “seeded” or planted here to be observed and then extracted when we had matured. In this sense, we are indeed harvested. 

Where will we go? I have no idea now but in the dream I was shown “space” (out in the distance) and it was enough to satisfy my curiosity. I had no misgivings, no feeling of doubt. I trusted Them entirely. 

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Lucid Dream: Meeting Klaus

Prior to bed last night I was thinking about something the teacher said in my Rave ABC class about Reflectors and some Projectors (those like me whose split charts have no centers defined). She said that their experience of life is surprise. Nothing turns out as expected, so they are always surprised by what life brings them. I thought to myself, “Not me. My inner voice tells me what is going to happen!” As normal, I got a reply to my thought. It asked, “Do you know what is going to happen now?” I thought about how all of this Knowing seemed to have gone silent recently and said, “No. I don’t know and that’s okay.” 

My mind wandered to our recent RV purchase. We tried it out this weekend because my husband couldn’t wait to use it. We stayed at my mom’s without hookups on a very cold night and it was not very enjoyable. The next day we went to the lake, which was much better, though I was very tired and developed a headache.

An internal dialogue commenced about the RV – Was it a good idea? What will become of it? Will it be used as I intended or will my husband take it over? 

I got an inquiry from within, as if saying, “Do you want to know?” I answered that I didn’t care and would accept the outcome regardless. I laughed at my reply because the HD Analyst had told me my life experience was a continual not-Knowing followed by moments of clarity/Knowing only to return to not-Knowing. 

I slept amazingly well last night and had an unexpected lucid moment and opportunity to go OOB.  

Lucid Dream: Meeting Klaus

I don’t know what was happening before I became lucid. I just became lucid all of a sudden.

Standing in front of me was a tall, thin man with blonde hair, blonde stubble on his face, and blue eyes. He seemed friendly and familiar. It felt like he had called me there because when he approached he had something to tell me. I decided to ask him, “What’s your name?” He said something like, “Tiff” (it started with a T) and I said, “Okay.” I remember being very pleased with myself for remembering to ask him his name. He then invited me to go with him. I assumed he meant traveling OOB as I was quite lucid and knew I was in the perfect state to do so. I said, “Sorry, I’m just too tired.” 

Accepting my answer he told me, “You have 433 [days] left.” When he said this, though, I was anticipating what he was saying and was thinking, “Hours, minutes, days, months….” I don’t know if he actually said “days”, it could have been me deciding that was what he meant. I also thought he was indicating how much time I had left to live, but afterward doubted this and decided it was more like a countdown to some event or life change. Regardless, I didn’t overthink the message, knowing that all too often I get cryptic messages from random people or guides while lucid. 433 days from now is March 27, 2023.

More lucid than I was before, I suddenly knew who the man was and asked him, “Wait, I know who you are. We’ve met several times. You’re Klaus!” He smiled and replied with, “Yes. We have met before and will meet again.” I asked, ” Why did you give me a different name?” I then remembered/heard, “We have many names”, and repeated that to him. He said, “Yes, We do.”

He had a distinct German or Nordic accent and I realized when I said “Klaus” that I said it with a similar accent. 

I hugged him and reached up to kiss him. In that moment I was really happy that I was getting to see him again and felt a connection to him. I wanted to initiate an energetic merge, but he pulled away and said something like “Not now” or “This isn’t the time for that”. His words were more of a telepathic feeling. I didn’t feel upset at the “rejection” but accepted that he was not there for that purpose. 

More was said but my lucidity dropped quickly and I moved into a dream scene.

Dream: Mongoose-Eating Cats

In this dream I continued to talk to Klaus as the dream story unfolded.

I was traveling along the road leading to my mom’s house, a road I am very familiar with in this life as I have traveled it numerous time. In fact, I was just on it Sunday. My mode of travel was flying. I moved fast, hovering as if a ball of energy. The sensation of it was very much familiar and I enjoyed moving in this way.

I saw debris littering various portions of the road. There were rectangular boxes full of supplies that had spilled out onto the road. I didn’t look close, preferring to look ahead. I saw a red car on the corner. It’s front end up crumpled up as if it had hit something very hard. I looked inside but no one was there. I couldn’t find what the car hit and briefly wondered what happened.

Another car pulled up and a man and a woman were inside. One was holding a piece of paper in his hands and I knew they were the occupants of the wrecked car. I decided to leave and fly towards my mom’s house.

Along the way I saw more debris. It looked like someone had just dumped their living room furniture in the middle of the road. Traffic was coming towards me and I decided to flash my headlights (I wasn’t in a car so not sure how I did this). None noticed and I figured they would be forced to slow to avoid the debris. One vehicle, a small bulldozer, did slow. I remember telling it to be careful. I recall seeing a set of empty book shelves standing in the road.

When I got to my mom’s house it looked different. It was more like a greenhouse than a house, with glass panels covering all sides and the roof. Inside were many house cats and another woman, my mom I think.

There were also these little ferret-looking creatures that were very playful and active. Many of these creatures had babies and I picked them up and cuddled with them. My mom showed one of her cats a baby and the cat hissed and tried to bite it. We decided to keep the cats away.

I went into the main house. Inside was no furniture and a very spacious layout. Where furniture should’ve been were potted plants placed strategically in a grid pattern on the carpet. There were more cats inside as I walked through looking at all the greenery. 

When I went back outside I saw the baby ferret creatures were playing near the front entrance where they entered through a cat door. A cat lounged nearby, barely noticing them. I asked my mom about the danger, suddenly recalling the name of the animals: Mongoose. She said the cats wouldn’t hurt the them.

Then I noticed tiny, white feet with no bodies littering the area. They looked like cat feet but I saw them as baby mongoose feet. I imagined the cat eating everything but the feet. I was horrified and grabbed a cat sleeping nearby and pushed it out the window. Then I saw where the kill must have happened, a wet area of concrete, and pointed it out to my mom. Just as I did this, a sprinkler located in the ground turned on and sprayed me hard in the face. My mom laughed. I woke up. 

When I woke up, the first thing on my mind was that the wet spot in the concrete was not a kill site at all but a sign that water was present. I thought, “I should’ve known that would happen.”

Dream Interpretation

It seems like the wreck and furniture along the road to my mom’s house is symbolic of some “impact” that results in an emptying of the contents of the home (life path/journey). In this case the contents appear to be tools (life strategy) and empty bookshelves (place to hold knowledge). The home has a greenhouse (place of growth) and is full of cats (divine feminine, feminine sexuality). The baby mongoose (playful, mischievous tendencies) is eaten by the cat (feminine sexuality). The inside of the house is empty except for plants (strategic growth). This aligns with the furniture on the road.

The dream in its entirety feels like I am being shown a future potentiality, though I don’t really know what to make of it. My mom’s house has transformed in the dream to a place of growth, full of cats and mongoose. This could indicate the two become one, in that the cat consumes/integrates the mongoose. My “mom” may be a wiser version of me, or could be my actual mom. My best guess is mom = my wiser or higher self. 

Whatever the dream indicates will happen it is certain that it will be a shock or surprise, one that pulls me out of my seriousness and catches my attention. This is indicated at the end of the dream where I am caught off-guard by a sprinkler spraying me in the face.

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Lucid Dream: Build Something

Woke around 6am. A major thunderstorm with thunder that shook the house, bright lightning and intense rain woke me. Somehow I was able to ignore it and go back to sleep.

Lucid Dream: Plum Tree

I was in a small house in a living room. It was very dimly lit but I could make out the furniture and who was there with me. On a sofa sat my BIL and SIL and my SIL’s mother who passed some time ago from cancer. The older woman was passed out while the other two were sitting quietly together. 

The old woman woke up and said, “I need a cup of coffee (awareness).” She got up and left to get it. I laughed, remembering how this woman use to always have a cup of coffee with her – and a cigarette. Flashes of memory came to me and I wondered briefly if this habit of hers was what led to her death. Probably. I also recognized that coffee = awareness.

I spoke to my BIL and SIL, telling them what I just witnessed. I said, “Remember the old sofa in the living room? The pink one? That was the one she use to sit in all the time. Remember?” They seemed not to even notice me, what I was saying, or that the woman had been there. I tried to get them to look around and be more aware but they just stared, faced blank. 

I walked toward the front door saying aloud, “I know. You’re asleep and have no idea you’re dreaming.” When I said this I became very lucid, instantly knowing I was in a dream.

The front door was beckoning to me. I could see rays of light coming through the cracks in the door. I opened it as my SIL, who was now my older sister, came up to me and said, “I’m not dreaming.” I looked at her, barely noticing the shift in personas and said, motioning to the open door, “Look! It’s light out. Let’s go outside.”

Outside was a huge tree, branches heavy with mango-sized, purple fruits. The trees branches were so heavy they nearly touched the ground. I reached up and touched one. I thought of it as a “plum” (youth, vitality, strength). It was very ripe. My sister grabbed one immediately, plucking it from the tree and holding it in her hand. I saw it was a bit overripe, its skin wrinkled like a raisin (loss of youth and vitality). I said something about finding a better one and began to look. The branches moved higher and I couldn’t reach most of the fruit. Finally, I grabbed one and picked it. It was smaller than the others but perfectly ripe. Someone (my sister?) asked me if I knew how to eat it. I inspected the dark purple flesh and said, “Yes.” I thought of peeling away the skin but never took a bite because a sudden wave of energy wrapped itself around me, pulling me to my sleeping body.

Note: A few days ago while I was working from home, I heard someone in Spirit say, “I love you.” I stopped and listened, feeling a warm energy in my spine. I asked, “Who is this?” I heard back the name of my husband’s old boss. The reason this is relevant is because the woman in the above dream was his wife. At the time I wondered, “Why would he say that to me?” I realize now it is because, though he didn’t seem to in life, he does love me.

Lucid Dream: Build Something

When I returned to my body I easily transitioned back to the dreamstate, this time fully lucid. At first I wasn’t sure I was in a dream it felt so real and purposefully returned to my body to test whether I was asleep or not. The energy that resulted confirmed I was indeed asleep. I could feel my physical body. I “touched” my body briefly and then shifted my awareness back to the dreamstate.

I found myself in my mom’s kitchen, a place I often end up when I go OOB or have lucid dreams. The first parts of the lucid experience are lost to me now, probably because I spent them going back and forth between my body and the dream. I shifted at least three times. I don’t know why I did this, really. At times it seemed like I was purposefully pulling myself back and then another “force” would return me back to the lucid dream. Moments would pass and this would occur again, as if I was playing tug-o-war with myself. lol

Finally staying in the dream, I stood in front of the backdoor that leads to the porch and the pool area. Like in the previous dream, it was very dimly lit and hard to see yet there were beams of light streaming through the closed door inviting me to open it. 

As I opened the door I remember thinking, “I’m going to see it when it was a room and not a porch.” Memories of the room were on my mind along with the timeframe which was the late 90’s when my ex-husband rented the room for a while. 

Sure enough, when I opened the door the old room came into view just as I remembered it. The light was very dim, though, so all I could see were shadows of it. I remembering knowing the dim light was because I didn’t trust my memory.

A familiar ball of energy approached me and I instantly knew it was my deceased dog, Trooper. Thrilled, I reached down and petted him, enjoying his energy and pleased to know he was happy. He circled me energetically and I remember calling him by name. It was hard to see my old friend clearly, which I really wanted. I said something to try and bring light to the room but it never appeared. This perplexed me.

Suddenly, a man appeared, walking right through the closed back door to the room. I couldn’t make out his features at all but I knew he was male. He seemed to flow as if he were made of energy; not solid at all yet solid at times. If I hadn’t been aware that I was dreaming, I would’ve thought him a ghost. He stopped about two feet in front of me, and said, “Come with me. I want to show you something.” 

I desperately wanted to make out his features but couldn’t. In my memory his face looks like a blur. I just know he had short, brown hair.

The man turned and exited the door, which was now wide open. Brilliant light poured in through the opening making the dimly lit room where I stood seem all the darker. I didn’t hesitate to follow the man into the light. Trooper flew out the door ahead of me, running around the yard excitedly. As I walked down the steps I called him, “Monty”, which is my current dog’s name. I corrected myself in my mind, saying, “No, Trooper”, noting that, to me, their energy was similar and so the “mistake” was understandable.

The man had disappeared around the corner but I somehow knew he was over by the pool. When I looked, sure enough he was standing at a table by the lounge chairs. I walked up to him and he smiled, more solid now and easier to track. He stood over a table that was covered with random objects – square sheets of shiny metal lay in a pile. He held one up to me and motioned down at the other items on the table. I could see white plastic items alongside bolts, screws and other supplies. The metal he held in his hand was very thin but extremely shiny. It confused me, though, and I wondered what the man was up to.

He took a bowl in his hand and walked to the edge of the pool. He tossed small, white pellets into the pool. I thought, “Chlorine” (clarity). The man turned and walked back to the table, looking at me expectantly. What did he want?

I hesitated and stared at the man and the scene. Who was he? I suspected if I got closer that I would experience an energetic attraction to him. I didn’t feel anything off the man but I sensed he was “tempting” me. I don’t know if it was with his energy, the items, or both. Or perhaps I was sensing his call – an “invitation”? 

There was a knowing that if I stood there focusing too long, I would return to my body. Part of me wanted this, though. I wanted to run away.

The man, still holding the metal sheet in his hands, held the metal out to me and asked, “Want to build something [with me]?” 

That was it. I was outta there. LOL

Conversation

When I returned to my body it was with effort because there was a pull to return to the dream. Somehow I won out and stayed put but the man in the dream remained in my peripheral. Was he a guide? His energy was not threatening. If anything he felt amused.

I found myself in the in-between seated at the table by the pool. The items were all gone but the man stood across from me. Again he was difficult to make out; a ghost. 

The man said to me, “You came here for a reason.” The feeling I got from him came with memory, memory that was overwhelmingly hard to resist, but I rejected it. I replied that it felt like I was done, that there was nothing left for me to do here anymore.

Memory came of something that happened a couple of nights ago while I was at our company Christmas party. An employee who had been taking care of his grandmother was present at the party. Surprised to see him, I asked him how she was. He said she had died. His answer had the effect of immediate sadness in me and my heart began to hurt. I tried to hold back my tears but they escaped despite my efforts. He was very straight faced and seemingly unaffected but I knew he was in pain. He told me that he would grieve later, that life must go on. I wiped the corners of my eyes but could feel my face getting hotter. This always happens when I get emotional.  

The memory seemed significant. I wondered briefly if the meditation I’d been doing had succeeded in opening my heart.

Pulled back to the conversation, I asked this “guide” what he meant when he asked me “want to build something?” The response he gave was received as if my own thought. He was asking me to “create” what I want in life, but also to allow the creative energy to flow and be who I am meant to be. He was telling me he would help me. 

I told him I feel “dead” and wish only to feel “alive” again but I don’t know how. I heard the word “build” while he said aloud, “Let the pieces show you what they want to become.” I saw the pieces on the table floating up and coming together as he said this. I understood. 

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Lucid Dream and OBE: Open Book

I woke early at around 6am, feeling well rested and alert. I decided to do some energy work but must have fallen asleep during the process. The last thing I recall is speaking with a guide and asking, “Why am I still here?”

Lucid Dream: Line Dance

There was a whole regular dream before I became lucid involving me wearing a yellow bikini which I had slept in from the previous day. lol I then went into my mom’s kitchen to find a mess in the sink that included lots of utensils. I began washing the dishes. There were strange utensils that looked like potato mashers but they had these large, circular coils on top. In questioning what was prepared with them, I concluded that my mom had awakened very, very early in the morning and had prepared a breakfast of crepes. She then went outside and began planting seeds for a garden in her flowerbeds. I saw her entire morning from above, as if spying on her. 

Somehow I ended up in a darkened space sitting at a strange table that was less than a table’s normal height. All around me were people whose features were hard to see because of the dim lighting. We all sat on cushions at the table and the people spoke a foreign language I could understand despite it sounding like gibberish. I remember talking, asking questions but I’m not sure what I asked now. The closer I looked at the people, the more lucid I became, until I realized I was dreaming. 

At some point I was climbing over the table and across to stand over the group. I knew I was among people from India and also that we were at some kind of celebration. There was a book on the table and I had been looking through it. The words were in English and I could focus on the pages and read it without issue. The content is lost to me now because my attention shifted to what everyone was wearing. They had on red vests with gold embroidery and decoration. It was very elaborate and both males and females wore the same style. I ended up asking, “What’s with the costumes?” A man pointed at me and I looked down, noticing I, too, was wearing a gold embroidered red vest. 

By this point everyone was standing up and positioned in rows. There were more people than I could count. Rows upon rows all moving in sync, as if flowing with music, but no music could be heard. Somehow I knew they were dancing a line dance and I laughed as I faced them all, watching them move their arms in sweeping motions across the fronts of their bodies. The man indicated that they were imitating me, I was leading the dance, so I jumped a bit and so did they. I laughed out loud, giddy at the energy of the group and my ability to affect their movements. Still facing them, I moved and they moved and I had a suspicion that this “dance” was symbolic of something and had memory of very early dreams that involved Hindu ceremonies. The Kundalini came to mind briefly and my lucidity peaked quickly because of it.

OBE: Open Book

I shifted back into my body. My heart was pounding and I knew the reason I rarely go OOB these days is because of the strain on my physical body. This had been explained to me in the past but only recently had it become obvious that my physical heart did not like it.

Rather than get up out of my body when I exited, I lay in bed and just intended to shift out. When I shifted, I returned to the darkened room where I had been but all the people were gone. I could feel my bed around me and just rested there feeling into the amazing energy and in awe of how real it all felt. I pulled my hands through my hair, feeling my head and the hardness of my skull. I massaged my head for a while. The more I did this, the more physically real everything felt. It was probably the most solid I’ve felt OOB in a long time!

Eventually I opted to get up OOB and felt the subtle shift. I stood again on the tables of the room. A young man was speaking and a book opened up before me. As the man spoke, words appeared on the brilliant white pages. I read headings that indicated he was a teacher. One passage said, “I can be 19 if you want.” Curious, I looked closer and saw the rest – “I’m 15 but….” Putting it altogether I laughed and said the entire sentence aloud. I then asked the man, “Can you be 35?”

The book indicated that he worked with “children” and I saw the number 9. I skimmed through several pages, seeming to look for something.

Despite knowing that focusing too much on reading could pull me back to my body, I took the risk. It was too obvious that I was meant to read what was in the book. When I focused, the words on the book jumped around as is usual when I read something in astral, but I was able to read a substantial portion of the book. Of course, it is all lost to me now. I find it interesting how my human mind just cannot digest what I read while in astral. It is total gibberish in my memory except for those things I read that I repeat aloud. 

The memory of what I read is limited but it seems like the young man was a guide/teacher and he wished to introduce himself to me. The feeling I got was that he enjoyed working with “children” of all ages and was willing to help me in whatever way he could. There was a sense that he was specifically interested in the work I’ve been doing on myself – pranayama, microcosmic orbit. Sadly, I don’t remember much of it now as the focusing on the book did what I thought and I eventually was pulled back into my body. 

When I re-entered I did not feel my heart pounding. The re-entry was smooth and the energy of my astral body felt like a huge ball of consciousness that poured seamlessly back into my physical body.

Interpretation

The lucid dream appears to be pointing me in the direction of the Kundalini again. The Hindu/Indian feel of it, the “costume”, the ceremonial feel, and the “dance”. Overall, the dream felt very positive, like I was being encouraged to continue my exploration of the energy.

The OBE could be an answer as well, pointing to my children. Though the man could very well be one of my guides, it feels more like he was relaying to me that I am a guide to my children, teaching them and assisting them as they grow into adulthood.

When I woke there was a song going through my head but I don’t remember it now. It confirmed, though, that my lucid dream and OBE were meant to encourage me.

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A String of Realizations

Yesterday I had a dentist appointment to get a crown and repair a filling. I wasn’t looking forward to it because my past experiences have not been the best. Mainly it is because no matter how much they numb me I somehow still feel pain. It isn’t horrible but enough that I tense up in anticipation of more. 

Rather than dwell on the upcoming appointment, I decided to put it out of my mind and focus on happy thoughts. The night before I remember thinking, “By this time tomorrow I will have a new crown” and the thought felt solid and reassuring. On the commute in that morning, I listened to calming music. What is cool is one song was about how this is all life is a dream. I took that message and reminded myself that I control my dreams and what happens is up to me. 

When I arrived the receptionist asked me if I wanted to get nitrous. I told her I thought it wasn’t a good idea because in the past it seemed only to make my anxiety worse. I’m not even sure where the idea came from the skip it this time, either, it just felt right.

As I sat waiting for the dentist to arrive and numb me, I thought about how I should be focusing on the fact that I would be getting a new tooth rather than on the pain that might accompany the procedure. I compared it to other times when I’ve considered a certain amount of pain “worth it”. I also kept thinking to myself, “It will be fine. There won’t be any issues.” 

When I got numbed I noticed something I had never noticed before. The tooth that was to be worked on was numb all the way up through the root. I could feel it distinctly. I commented to the dentist that I didn’t recall ever feeling it like that in the past. 

The moment the drill hit my tooth I tensed up and began to feel my heart pounding in my chest. I focused on breathing and relaxing. Moments later, when it was clear there would be no pain, I relaxed.

At one point I was acutely aware of the drill on my tooth and knew it was not a good idea to focus on it like I was. So I focused on my breath and wiggled my toes a bit. I didn’t focus on the drilling again after that.

In the two hours that I was there I didn’t feel even a niggle of pain. Nada. In fact, at the end I was so relaxed I was near sleep! That’s never happened to me at the dentist!

When I got home I marveled at how seamlessly the dentist visit had gone. I knew I had created the experience and it was a wonderful feeling. 

Dreams Match Reality

Recently I had a realization that I believe contributed to my dentist experience. I woke up a couple of days ago thinking about how I prefer my dreams to my waking reality. I thought, “It shouldn’t be that way. The two realities should support one another. My goal should be to merge my dream reality with physical reality, not on how to avoid the physical reality altogether.” It was clear that my two realities were out of sync. In general, I feel free and unencumbered during dreamtime while I feel trapped and stifled in my waking reality.  

With this in mind I wondered, “How do I make my waking reality experience match my dream experience?”

I didn’t dwell on the how for very long. Some memories came to me of certain dream experiences that I would like to have manifest in this reality, but ultimately it felt like the experiences themselves were not the answer. 

It’s All About Intention

After my dental experience, it became very clear to me that the way to bring the two realities into balance is to set an intention and keep focusing on that intention. With my dental experience, I intended to have a pain-free experience and kept focusing on what I wanted, not what I did not want. 

Knowing this is the route I need to take, I am now left wondering what intention to set each day. Most days I do not have much of anything going on. Should I just set the intention to have a “good day”? Or should it be more like setting the intention to go with the flow of life?

Ultimately, I think my intention should be about how I want to feel more than trying to visualize specific movements or moments.

What is a challenge for me at times is not getting caught up in thoughts that can take me down not-so-nice rabbit holes. For example, last night as I was settling down to sleep, thoughts about my sister came to mind. They were worries mostly and thoughts about my failure to help. I felt an inner tug to focus on sending love rather than to focus on my thoughts. When I did this, the thoughts vanished and I recognized how simple and effective a solution it was.

Still, later in the evening, bored and a bit restless, I began to feel my thoughts pulling me in directions I didn’t want to go. So, I got up out of bed and did some yoga, focusing on breathing and gratitude, feeling into my body and solidifying my connection to it. I remember thinking, “What do I want to create?” My answer was: Bliss.

Over the past few years I’ve grown very out of practice with intention setting both in my dreams and waking reality. I use to be very good at controlling my thoughts and emotions during dreamtime. Now I just find myself pulled along in my dreams, doing seemingly random things. If I do become lucid it isn’t for long and there remains a kind of dullness to my perceptions. Funny enough, my waking reality isn’t much different. Numbed perceptions for the most part and feeling pulled along by life.

Pay Attention to Your Dreams

Recently there has been a promising shift in my dreamtime experiences. For example, while OOB I said to myself, “I am awareness.” I then directed the experience a bit more while also listening to my guidance and following their suggestions. 

The key now is to make similar progress in my waking reality. 

What’s important to remember is that past experiences are not necessarily indicative of how present and future ones will unfold. I am learning new material now. It is about putting what I’ve learned to practice and I’ve not been doing a very good job. All my dreams of being in school, repeating classes, missing assignments and skipping school are pointing to that fact. I had one last night, in fact, where I had skipped too many classes (30 days) and was being reprimanded. lol

It is clear to me that my preference has been to wallow in past upsets or failures over pushing forward into new, uncharted territory. It can be difficult to let go of the past, especially those parts involving strong emotionally charged experiences. I have a tendency to pluck from that long dead “tree” the remaining remnants of its delicious fruit but it just doesn’t taste the same anymore. It is dying just like the tree did.

It is time to cultivate something new; thus the dreams of gardening and planting seeds in rich, black soil.

Right now I’m not really able to see anything ahead except blackness. Rather than despair over this fact as I have in the past, I prefer to think of the blackness as a clean slate ready for painting. All I know is how I wish to feel and how I want that feeling to grow and remain a constant in my life. So, that feeling will be my paint and I will prep the canvas with it. The picture will eventually emerge, just like my 52 Light Code Oracle paintings did. 

And while a part of me wants to linger on my failure to recognize all of the above while wandering about seemingly aimlessly in my waking life, another part recognizes that it was all purposeful and part of my own, individual process of healing and acceptance. Because, in the end, life really isn’t about the destination but the journey.

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Kundalini Dream, OBE, and Message

Happy Halloween! I hear the energies are intense today – solar flares? The only evidence I have of this intensity is from dreamtime. Happy to share. 🙂

Kundalini Dream: 1 Year

I was in a familiar dream location. It consisted of two home about 100 feet apart connected by a narrow walkway. The homes were round, hut-like buildings with thatched roofs, small windows and stone flooring. I only recall snippets of the other dreams I’ve had there, but apparently it is a place I frequent at times. 

Inside the hut on the left was myself and two others, a man and a woman. I felt like their child and the woman was talking to me about preparations. The specifics of these preparations are lost to me except for the symbolism, which, to me, is pretty obvious. The man stepped forward and it was clear to me that he and I were to be “paired”. Uncertain, I questioned the pairing because I knew this man was my “uncle”. The woman explained that it was time and urged me to accept, which I finally did. I recall her encouraging me to go with the man whose hand was held out to me. Though I don’t remember the man’s appearance specifically, he was wearing a long, tan robe with a thick, colored sash at his waist. I took his hand but hesitated, looking around me as my lucidity began to increase.

The woman was insistent. She physically pushed me forward toward the man and said, “We must hurry. The entire process is a long one. It will take a year before any eggs are produced.” It was odd to hear the word “egg”. In that moment, I saw a bunch of chickens pecking around at my feet and wondered if I was one since how else would I become a producer of “eggs”? 

The man’s hand in my own and my decision clear, I went with him. I could feel his hand in my own and a familiar, strong energy began to swirl in my root chakra. The upward pull of the desire that was kindled there woke me and as I lingered in bed, the energy remained creating an ache within to go “up, up, up!”

Symbolism

I sat with the energy as the dream symbolism became clearer. Two circular huts = masculine and feminine. Man and woman = masculine and feminine. Uncle = soul family. The pairing = Union. Eggs = new, unhatched potential; the energy of life. Chicken = cowardice (mine lol). 

The energy continued to linger in my root. It was not the strongest I’ve ever felt but it was quite distracting. The energy was moving up but very sluggishly. Eventually I decided to position myself flat on my back with a pillow over my head and my arms crossed over the top of the pillow. Rather than focus on the energy, making it stronger and more unbearable, I relaxed into it. The energy moved up easily to my heart and a warmth spread out from there. 

Recalling how at other times I needed a catalyst to get the energy moving, I started thinking of those times, hoping to be assisted in a similar way. A male voice from my right indicated that though that was one way, there was another. The male voice then asked me if I wanted to learn/experience more. I recall asking for protection, shielding my aura just in case. The last thing I remember was hearing some instructions (can’t recall the specifics) and affirming that I wanted to proceed. 

Lucid to OBE: Soaring Free 

To my surprise, I ended up in a lucid dream. I was inside my old bedroom at my mom’s house and two of my children were with me. I sat on the bed and my two children were on either side of me. We all had laptops and mine indicated a message was received. When I went to check, I read a message from someone I did not know but who wanted to connect with me. There was a name that started with an “A”
but other than that I just know he was indicating that he wanted to get to know me. I remember almost becoming fully lucid here because I knew that I had not received any emails in real time but tossing the idea of dreaming because it felt “so real.”

I clicked on a link and a video popped up on a huge screen in front of my face. Surprised, I turned to my daughter to see if she noticed, but she didn’t. The video was of an older man and a younger one – father and son. The younger one was making a music video and the father was producing it. Both men had dark hair but other than that I can’t recall what they looked like. There was lots of dancing and I recall being pulled into the video for a short time.

When I came back out of the video, my vision had gone completely dark and I knew I was dreaming. I moved out of the bedroom towards the front door, put my hand on the knob and opened it. Outside my vision started to gradually turn on. The entire front area was a cast in reddish shadows and I remember wanting it to be daylight and knowing just my desire for the light would bring it. Sure enough, the light came and fully illuminated the space.

I took flight immediately, singing as I flew, going up to just above the tops of the trees. I flew up to the main road and saw below me a truck pulling a wheel barrow. I yelled down to warn the driver but knew I was too high. Another truck followed behind and I decided to move on, flying higher.

The pull upward was strong but I again decided to level out, knowing just my desire to do so would keep me from being pulled out and into “space”. I looked down in awe at the trees and landscape below me. I could feel the wind buffeting the clothes on my body. I tore off my shirt, losing vision in my left eye momentarily as the fabric stuck on my head. Completely naked from the top up, I felt an amazing sense of freedom. I remember thinking, “It’s so beautiful!” 

The entire time I flew, I was singing words I can’t recall. What I sang described how I was feeling, though, and the more I sang, the more free I felt.

Eventually, I shifted back to the house. Inside, I saw two dark haired young men lounging on the sofa.  Both looked at me and the feeling I got from them was interest. Not really interested at the time, I flew around, flipping and zig-zagging around the house and enjoying the freedom of my astral body. Oddly, I felt my previously removed shirt put back on me, as if folded around me like a blanket. I wanted it off, but knew it needed to stay. 

Eventually, the energy of my very active root and second chakra filtered through to the experience and I turned back towards the men. They looked identical and I wondered which one I should approach, eventually selecting the one to my left. I flew like an acrobat towards him, landing perfectly on his lap facing him. He looked shocked and I laughed because the position was obviously sexual. I kissed him, feeling a very puny tongue in my mouth, and an intense electric shock to my root woke me up. 

Music Message: When You’re Ready Come and Get It

There was no energy shift when I returned to my body. The energy was still present but only a subtle warmth remained. Knowing the experience was over, I opened my eyes and then curled up happily on my side, relishing the remaining blissful energy. I had been singing when I returned but the words shifted immediately to a familiar song. The words were clearly a message, “When you’re ready come and get it….”

Dreams such as the one above are clearly indicating that some “process” is occurring, or will be. That I was willing and did not resist out of fear is a good sign. The fear is illogical, of course, but I am and have been aware of it. The fear is of the unknown but also of an inner Knowing that what awaits me is another kind of “death”, one that is highly attractive and terrifying at the same time – the familiar signature of the Kundalini. 

The OBE was a nice surprise. The symbolism of it indicates a desire to feel free and unrestrained. Trucks = work. Wheelbarrow = difficult task. The shirt being taken off = desire to be unrestrained. The shirt being put back = message to take it slow, restraint is needed now. The twin men = twin energies, Union. 

I really shouldn’t be surprised by the events of this morning. Two days ago I received a message from my guidance. It came out of the blue and no explanation was needed. The message was, “You’re heart will open again.” When I heard this I got a bit panicked but was reassured with, “You will be okay.” A typical calming statement by my guidance but it works, and I’m glad it does.

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Message: Go With the Flow

This week has been spiritually significant but only in that I have listened, really listened.

On the 24th, after waking once again feeling depressed and asking to leave this life, my guidance made a suggestion – control your thoughts, decide to stop asking to go Home. I agreed.

On the 26th, I had another realization:

I noticed something I’ve been noticing for a while now. I see posts on social media asking questions like, “Are you feeling the energies?” These posts have pictures or text from a channel or spiritual teacher, experiencer, etc. I look at these posts and respond to the question, “No”, and I think to myself, “I use to be one of those spiritual teachers/experiencers posting questions and images just like that. What happened?” 

The “energies” are not something I really notice these days. In the past, they use to be intense, so much so that I couldn’t help but notice them. I would have intense vibrations, Kundalini energy, psychic Knowing, and spontaneous channeling experiences. There were times that I felt almost compelled to write what was coming to me. I honestly felt to do so was fulfilling my purpose, and it was, at the time. Now, when I see posts like these I have no interest and even think at times how ridiculous some of them are. I see people putting all their attention on these posts, using them as identifiers, categorizing themselves and trying to find labels for what they are going through all in an attempt to ascribe meaning and purpose where none can be found.

Huh, that was me not very long ago.

For a while now, two years or so, these experiences have been few to none. Even the K has drastically decreased. Where it use to be volcanic-like, the energy is much more subtle now, swirling and more blissful than erotic or sexual. While I do still get communication from my guides and have the occasional dream experience, mostly it is quiet and life is back to “normal”. 

My past comes to mind every once in a while and I see just how different I am, how changed. Is it for the better? The worse? Both? And is this where all these people I witness following posts are going, too? Why are some seemingly forever stuck on this path while others move on?

When I look at the past me I see someone who was seeking meaning and purpose, wanting to be special, wanting acknowledgment, wanting to make a difference. The excitement I felt was palpable. My husband even mentioned it the other day, reminding me how passionate I use to be about my dreams, my spiritual experiences, abilities and gifts. 

All that is no more. I am bored now by all of it. I see the truth in all of it, that experiences are merely reflections, mirroring the lack (or abundance) within and broadcasting it to others. 

And I think now I am experiencing the after effects of it all. The “Before enlightenment (Kundalini), chop wood, carry water. After Enlightenment, chop wood, carry water.” 

There is no point in attributing meaning to any of my experiences. They just Are. The biggest lesson learned has been that humans seek to attribute meaning to everything but the reality is, there is no meaning to be had. Accepting that humans are flawed in this way, accepting that meaning is an illusion, is helpful but only to the extent that I apply what I have learned. 

Everything changes. Everything flows. Going with the flow, flowing in acceptance of what is, is the path. The water doesn’t ask, “Why are there so many rocks?” The water just flows. 

There will be rocks at times. We can effortlessly flow around them or question and resist them. At other times the current will be slow and deep. We can linger and swirl about joyously in the eddies and pools or we can question them and judge them for slowing us down. During the rapids we can fall freely, thrilling in the moment, or we can wonder why, looking to return to the slower, seemingly easier flow of the past. 

So, the truth is there is both meaning and no meaning. There is both pleasure and pain. There is both awe and cynicism. All exists within Us.

Since agreeing with my guidance to silence my negative, self-talk, I’ve been doing much better. It is interesting how easy it has been, a relief, really. If I do find myself thinking thoughts, such as, “I wish I would never wake up”, I receive an immediate silent reminder from within, an inner sense that is hard to describe. Usually it is upon waking from dreams that are unsettling, like this morning’s was.

Dream: Healing Hand

A man I knew in high school, the father of my best friend, was present in this dream. He passed away unexpectedly years ago, suffering a massive heart attack while on a cigarette break. He was outside, alone, when he collapsed. When a family member went to check on him, he was already dead. His death was a shock to my friend and the last we talked (about four years ago) she was still suffering from it, taking anti-depressants to cope. 

While I don’t recall specific conversations, Vic, my friend’s father, was the one I spoke to the most in the beginning. Mostly I recall how he was friendly and hospitable, welcoming me into his home and family. 

Then I spent some time with my friend. She was telling me how her husband had gotten a job that took him to other parts of the country. It felt like a military assignment, but he doesn’t work in the military. She mentioned the pay raise and how they were making preparations. The two of us sat down in a bedroom reminiscent of her old room. She had in front of her a large piece of particle board. On it was a white model of a home. My understanding of it was that her thoughts created the model. It was much larger than any single home and upon closer inspection did not look like a home at all but more like a 3D model of cubes set next to and upon one another. She told me it took 5 years to manifest. I remember there was another one next to hers. Mine? I’m not sure.

As we sat together, I could feel a focused pressure on my middle back. It felt like someone was pushing on a pressure point. It felt good and I leaned into it. In my mind, the source of this pressure was an animal but what kind I don’t know. My friend asked about it and I told her what was happening and how it felt good. 

While this pressure was pushing into my back, I decided to share something with her that made it impossible to ever trust her fully again. I shared with her memories of how she treated me our last year in school. It was difficult to tell her without feeling emotional but I did. She listened and didn’t judge. In response I recalled how she had later attempted to make amends – making me a bridesmaid in her wedding, attending my wedding, confiding in me over the years, etc. I welcomed her back but it was never the same. Our once strong friendship was gone, weakened by my inability to fully trust her.

Her father appeared and invited me to join them. We walked into a giant elevator. Inside looked like a well lived-in home. Other’s were inside. I felt unsure of myself and the situation as I stood inside looking around. The entire “home” moved and I felt it shift upward slightly. 

Her father smiled at me and was welcoming. I was reminded of all the times he did just that when I knew him, treating me like family and making me feel at ease. It was like a life review of the times he and I interacted and I knew his treatment of me in life was genuine – he loved me. It felt as if he was visiting me from beyond this life.

My friend was still there and her presence also made me feel at ease. There was a longing to have a relationship like that in my life again – to have a friend who was so close, who I trusted and felt safe with, whose family felt like my own. 

I stepped towards my friend and her father, accepting their invitation. Relief washed over me. I remember hearing the word, “Safe”. Letting down my defenses completely, I joined them – my family. I began to sob and part of a song came to mind.

“If you’re strong enough, to let it in. You’re strong enough to let it go.”

The song played in my mind as I cried. Then, out of the blue, a man’s hand came toward my face. It got close and then pressed firmly against my face. It reminded me of what faith healers do when they heal. The person they touch then collapses and when they are revived they are healed.

The pressure of the hand on my face woke me. I had tears in my eyes and the song continued to repeat in my mind.

“Who says truth is beauty after all? And who says love should break us when we fall?”

Considerations

I lingered in bed a while with full understanding of the dream’s lesson. It is difficult to explain, but the Knowing was there and that in itself is enough. 

It is clear to me that my friend’s father was visiting me, helping me to see what I had been unable to on my own. While he was alive I always kept my guard up around him. I liked him as a person, but there was a distance between us, one I created more than he did. I see how I do this with most everyone in my life, never truly letting others in. There are a few who do get let in, like my friend from the above dream, but it is rare that I ever let down my defenses completely. I could see clearly how I let down my defenses with my friend more than with any other friend in my life since or before. 

No wonder I’m so tired of life. It is exhausting to hold myself up, to shut out others, when all I want to do is let them in. 

I don’t know how to change how I am, or if I should. Maybe the right person/people will come along and press a magic button and I will feel like I did in my dream? Only once has someone been able to penetrate my defenses but not for long. It was a shock, that’s for sure, but also something marvelous. That 100% vulnerable feeling is the most beautiful feeling! But this damn human part of me shut it all done at the first sign of “danger”. 

If I am to be like the river, then I must move forward without dragging the past behind me. No more lingering on “why?”, forever trapped by currents long past. 

Pain and suffering results only when we cling to what was or to what might’ve been, seeking to keep always those moments long past which brought us pleasure, while rejecting those less than pleasurable moments that are or might be. 

These are the 8 winds of Buddhism of which my guides continually remind me. 

This dream was meant to help me to see how I hold onto the past – both the pain and the pleasure of it. It was also meant to show me how life has molded me into what I am and to teach me to not judge myself, but flow in acceptance. 

It is reassuring to know that despite all the reasons I have to fortify the massive wall I’ve built around myself, the wall can come down. It just takes the right person/energy/moment. 

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OBE: Love, Family and Togetherness

Woke at 6am wide awake. Despite wanting to return to sleep, I was thinking of the migrant crisis at our border and it was upsetting me. My main concern was the sheer numbers of people wanting to come to the U.S. Mostly, I was mad and thinking to all the migrants, “Go home!”

After feeling upset for a short time, my guidance asked me, “Why don’t you want them here?” I thought how the migrants would require lots of assistance, in the form of money, housing, food, etc. My thought was interrupted with other thoughts (my guide’s and my own)- They want to work. They want to provide for their families. They want a better life. Then I was asked, “What are you afraid of?” I knew immediately and answered, “I don’t want to lose what I have. I am comfortable. I don’t worry about money, food – the basics. I can go to the store and buy whatever I want without a second thought. I don’t want that to change.” I felt ashamed for feeling this way. I knew that my fear was not mine alone and that it was the source of the inequality in the world.

I wondered about the solution but was not happy at the answer I received. To make things more equal, those who have, must give to those who do not have. It was simple, but at the same time extremely difficult to accept, mostly because it meant I would have to give up some of what I had. I thought of what it was like living in Costa Rica – the lack of a/c, the lack of hot water, the bugs invading my living space, the simplicity. I thought, “I don’t want to live that way.” But I knew/know that there are worse ways to live. Much worse.

Rather than dwell on the subject, I shifted my attention to going OOB. I was already in the in-between and shifting into subtle vibrations. My attention easily flowed to the astral realms, which I could perceive all around me, and back to the physical, which I knew I was still lingering in. At times my awareness was more on my body – the heaviness of my eyelids, the pillow next to my head, the position of my body, the sounds in my house. Then my awareness would shift to the astral and I would struggle to know if my eyelids were physically opening or opening in the astral. I could hear noises-off in the form of my husband’s voice very close to me and my children talking in the background.

I talked to myself, commanding, “Body asleep, mind awake.” I never use this command, so I’m not sure why I did, but it seemed to work

OBE: Pressure

I blinked my eyes. Still they felt heavy. Still they felt physical. I commanded again, “Body asleep, mind awake.” This time when I thought those words I got up out of my body. I felt a familiar heavy, sticky feeling as I sat up and moved away. Realizing eyes were open (I thought them closed), I looked around me as I moved away from my body, noting my room was not familiar and the door was in a different location. The room was dark and objects resembled large, shifty shadows. I went to the door and grabbed the knob. It opened without me turning it. I stepped outside into a hallway. It was still dark. I remember thinking that all I had to do was will the light and it would come. And it did, along with an entire, unfamiliar house. I was standing in a living room, a gray sofa to my left and kitchen to my right. The air was golden and bright, shifting with my gaze. The space felt small compared to what I’m use to.

As I walked towards the front door, I encountered my husband who questioned me. His energy was like a wave of pressure as it came at me. He was cajoling me, but I don’t know what about. The energy and pressure was familiar and I thought, “I don’t want this.”

I shifted back to my body momentarily and exited again.

OBE: Love, Family and Togetherness

When I exited my body this time, the heavy feeling was gone, my vision was clear. To my right was a window. I thought, “Maybe I should exit via the window.” For some reason, though, I felt this was not the right exit, so I went back through the bedroom door out into the house.

When I entered the living area I felt my energy subsiding like it does when I’m about to shift back into my body. I paused and said, “Awareness now.” Realizing that I said something unusual, specifically, “awareness” I thought to myself, “I am Awareness”. So, I said, “Clarity now!” I looked down at my hands and saw them in detail down to the tiny lines around my knuckles. I didn’t linger, though, but floated through the living area without any encounters. In fact, I barely recall the inside of the house at all except that it was cast in the same golden light as before. I wonder now if that golden light is me and not the space like it seems to be? Ah, yes, I think so!

I exited through the front door and found myself in yet another unfamiliar scene. Thin, wiry saplings lined a grass path out to the street. Their leaves hung down and touched me as I floated through. I reached up and touched a green sprout, noting its newness. Ahead of me I saw a busy street. Tall buildings lined the street and could be seen in the distance. It reminded me of San Francisco.

A car sped by and I noted how it didn’t slow down when it passed. The road had four lanes; a highway. I looked up at the tops of the buildings. Instead of windows I saw gigantic, open cardboard boxes piled one on top of the other.

Another car sped by and I floated out into the middle of the road. I thought about how one might hit me if I lingered there, so I hovered there tempting one to do so. I saw a car approaching. I turned and faced away from it, floating onto my back in complete surrender. I said, “Go ahead, hit me.” I thought it would surely just speed through me but it went around me instead. When I saw it go past, I thought, “Huh.”

I decided to explore the area. There were people lingering about on the city streets. The ambiance was not one I liked. It felt stunted; greedy. I flew along the sidewalk and paused outside a large building that sold Christmas items. Two thugs were lingering by the entrance and came towards me. Feeling their negative intentions, I ignored them and opted to go inside.

When I went inside it was like going into Santa’s workshop. There were people standing in line to buy items. The ceilings went on forever. Stained glass windows let in rainbows of light. Christmas lights were strung across the entire place. Decorated trees and all kinds of items were on display for purchase.

Everyone looked at me when I entered. I was floating there and flew higher, over everyone’s heads. They looked at me in awe. One child pointed. I knew they could see me. I appeared supernatural to them. Thrilled at this, I let them ooh and awe over me. I don’t think I spoke but I remember thinking they were all on the “wrong path” as I felt how caught up in material possessions they all were.

I shifted momentarily. I found myself facing a house. Again, it resembled the houses in San Francisco. I was at the open front door, looking in. A family was around their dinner table. A blonde boy around the age of 8 was standing across from me. I told the family, specifically addressing the boy, “Consumerism is destroying you”. The boy’s thoughts were apparent – “Toys?”. I said, “Toys won’t give you anything.” I began to leave. The boy yelled, “Wait! What can we do about it?” I paused and said, “Love, family and togetherness.”

As I flew away, my physical body pulled me back and I slowly opened my eyes, aware of a very dry mouth. I had been sleeping with my mouth wide open. lol

Understanding

My OBE was fresh on my mind as were my words, “Love, family and togetherness.” The migrant surge came to mind again, but this time I was accepting of the solution. All we need to do is think of all of mankind as our family – because they are.

The warning I received long ago about populations migrating north came to mind. It is happening now. It isn’t going to happen when I’m old woman, like I thought. And it will keep happening. No wall will be big enough or high enough to keep them out.

For some reason I felt completely calm and accepting. I am reminded of the highway scene in my OBE and how I surrendered, saying, “Go ahead, hit me.” Hahaha. Yes, go ahead.

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Dream Message: Epoch

The other night I was trying to retain a dream message in my memory, repeating phrases, even spelling words so that I would remember. That says a lot in itself about what was going on in dreamtime. It is clear that I was consulting with my guidance, or at least that they were advising me.

I’ve forgotten the words now except for one: Epoch. When the word was originally spoken, it was accompanied by another word before it but, despite trying, I lost that word. Epoch is defined as: “A memorable event or date” or “an event or a time marked by an event that begins a new period or development”. 

Fast forward to the moments before I woke for the day. I was in a semi-lucid moment or dream. What I recall most distinctly is that someone was telling me about today being my birthday and saying, “Happy birthday!”. There is momentary memory of stepping up into a golden light. Oddly enough, I see myself from a distance doing this, as if accepting an award or stepping on stage to receive a gift. I was listening and agreeing until I realized it was not my birthday and so questioned the other person. Eventually, though I accepted this ‘gift’ and awoke.

Funny enough, I momentarily lost the word epoch and instead was thinking “Echelon”. Ha! So somehow epoch and echelon went together in my mind when I woke. Echelon is a word that is used often in the military but the root of the word means “ladder”, so it is best thought of as the rungs of a ladder or stages of development or advancement. So, perhaps, echelon goes hand-in-hand with the idea of it being my birthday because they mark a new year in a life. And so does epoch in that the day may mark the beginning of a new period of development.

IDK if there is any truth to a new period of development or not. I don’t feel this day is any different from any other. It just feels like a typical Friday.

In between these two instances I had a dream where I have momentary clarity. I was talking to a man (a guide I presume). A woman was standing in the middle of a completely empty and dark auditorium. A light was cast over her, illuminating her face. I went up to her to ask her a question but my guide said, “That isn’t (insert name I can’t remember).” So I turned toward my guide and saw other people behind him. I went up to one of those people and my guide repeated, “That isn’t ____.” After scanning the faces of all the people around me I recognized what he was trying to tell me. All the people were me. I then said to him, “Then I will just use my gut, my intuition. It has always guided me well.” 

Dream: Split Brain

I am walking outside in a nice, wooden area with a spacious lawn that stretches out towards a body of water. There are large oak trees here and there and I am standing facing the water looking out over its surface and beyond. I then turn and walk around the area. That is when I notice a huge tree root has surfaced. There is a crack in it. I yell to someone, “Did you see this?” I walked over to inspect the root, noticing the root itself is split. The root runs about twenty feet towards the downward slope of the hill. Below it, though, the ground has eroded away exposing a network of roots, large and small. I kneel down and look into the space noticing I can see the base of a tree beneath the tangle of roots. The exposed roots have enough space between them that I could easily crawl down inside and stand up. I say to the person (a man), “There is a grand canyon crack in the ground and a huge cavern has formed under here!”

Amidst my exploration of this area I shift scenes and find myself watching and listening to a man talking about a specific therapy. Remembering the split tree root, I listen. While listening, I reach up and touch my head, pulling my fingers through my hair only to discover a huge split in the entire left side of my skull. The split is deep enough that I can put my fingers into it and feel the edges of my skull. I freak out, asking, “When did that happen?!” I worry that I am going to die or at least be very ill affected. 

The man on the screen speaks about my affliction and a treatment for it. A wide, black, fabric covered headband is gently placed around my head at the temples. A treatment is then administered. I see and feel tiny needles extend from the interior of the black fabric. I think they must be sewing up the crack and wait to feel the poking needles as they puncture my flesh. I only feel a kind of electric current running through my head. The man is explaining how the current is used and I know that this treatment is different than any I have ever received. 

I see a book open before me and then it shifts into a kind of PowerPoint presentation or PDF document whose pages can be turned. I watch/listen, eager to see if there is hope for me. 

I watch the pages before me. They move like a video. A man is doing a yoga pose, or something like it. He is kneeling and then putting his weight all on his left side, opening up his chest, his right arm up and the other braced against the ground at the elbow. He pushes his right leg into the air, his knee bent at 90 degrees. The pose is both a hip opener and a heart opener. I try to imitate him but keep losing my balance and falling over sideways. I am told it is okay if I cannot do it and help will be given.

I feel my head for the crack and it seems to be gone. I look down at the pages in front of me. There is scientific data being shared, a study of others who had a crack in their skull like mine. It mentions the people afflicted had to do time in prison, some 15+ years, all of them men. They had done spontaneous acts in a schizophrenic-like state of mind. This information worries me. Am I destined for such a fate? I wonder.

Then I am back at the tree’s exposed roots. A man is telling me that the reason for the problem stems from an attempt to from a sloping hill. The area was much lower previously and the added dirt had eroded away suddenly. In other words, it was a man-made problem created when man attempted to change the elevation of the land. I saw a glimpse of the past, someone with a bull dozer pushing huge piles of dirt up against the trunks of the trees. Then I looked and saw the base of the trunk below the broken ground and saw the proof of just how much dirt had been brought in. The space was deep enough that I could stand up in it and my head would remain below the surface. The man said that they could fill the hole with sand but I thought the sand would not be enough, a quick but not long-term solution to the problem. I saw the sand being poured into the space but only half the space was filled.

Considerations

I wake puzzled. What does the dream mean? Is it symbolic for what I called “the grand canyon split” I experienced during those first months after discovering my twin? After my heart blew open so wide that I was left with a magnetic pull so intense that I had to fight with myself to keep from following that pull? 

The “surgery” was quite real to me, so much so that after I woke I could still feel the sensations of it. What a peculiar feeling!!!

Perhaps the symbolism lies with the tree, the exposed, split root and cavern that resulted? The visual of that long, large root is quite vivid. It was like a tree itself it was so large and the crack within it, exposing the light colored flesh of the pulp inside, also vivid in my memory. The cavern created within the roots is also very memorable. I wanted to crawl inside to investigate. It was like a small world of its own and I did not fear it whatsoever nor was I concerned the trees would collapse upon me or that it must be fixed. The roots within the space were large and very strong.

I wonder why a mound of dirt was placed there to begin with? Is this symbolic of a type of work being done to my human consciousness? 

Dirt in a dream means emotional instability, incapability of going on, lack of direction or a difficult time ahead. In the dream dirt had been put over the roots to change the elevation of the land, hiding the roots and trunks below. Perhaps in the past (like past lives) I had experiences that built up layers of dirt (instability)? So some event exposed what lay below but cracked a main root, meaning it was more than I could handle.

In contrast, roots mean the opposite – stability and the initial causation or starting point of something. The roots are deep and strong. The deeper the roots the greater the fruits. So the deep roots I see indicate I am stronger than I think. I may be ready now to explore what was hidden.

It may be that my own “brain” is a clue. Perhaps the split was caused by my listening to my mind/logic rather than my heart? That is how it felt at the time. Surgery is performed and I am “healed”, but it could be that it is just a temporary “patch” similar to the sand being brought in.

Sand is used to fill up the space around the exposed roots. Sand symbolizes the passing of time. It also symbolizes lack of focus and stability. Like the dirt, the sand will not hold and is not a long-term solution. Piles of sand indicate resolution, so perhaps it is a positive sign, at least for the short-term. 

Finally, the idea of a split within the brain reminds me of the right and left side of the brain; masculine and feminine, logic and creativity. The left side of the brain, where my split was located, is connected to the masculine. It could be that the area that needs attention is the masculine.

Regardless, the feeling I woke with was concern mixed with mild alarm. But I’m not worried. I am secure in the knowledge that I am receiving assistance. 

by

Stop Questioning

The past can teach us so much, if we take the time to listen.

In terms of the world, we all know this to be true. We are taught history as we grow and mature into adults, albeit a biased one depending on where you grow up. If we have good teachers, we are taught to pay attention to past mistakes so that we can avoid making them again in the present and future. Sadly, so many are not taught this, forget they are taught it or ignore what they are taught altogether preferring to be told what to do rather than think for themselves. And even if you are one of those who thinks for themselves, it is easy to get caught up in the present whirlpool of events and be blinded by them. 

The trap is real. It is forged by time and space, humanity and duality. We really do end up stuck in quicksand when we agree to incarnate into this physicality. 

For me, personally, the reality of forgetfulness has been hard to swallow. I knew it to be true in one sense – in that when we descend into this reality was Forget who we Are. I knew it partially in another – that memories fade as we age and ultimately become distorted by the degradation of our mental faculties. It has left me wondering, “How can I avoid making the same mistakes if I cannot trust my own memory?” 

The recent return of an old friend and lover has revealed just how unreliable my human memory is. The more I read through my old journals, the more I realize just how skewed my memory has become. Sure, it has been almost 20 years. I should give myself a break, right? But still, I am not that old yet and I had such certainty when it came to my memories. Yet, I am finding what I recall is very, very lacking and my selective amnesia is to blame.

Throughout our present email communication, I have felt a familiarity and a kind of dejavu sense. Curious, I dove into my journals to read, specifically, the old emails I had kept. What a shocker I was in for! Not only did I forget the emotion and the specifics of the relationship, but I noticed that the me of the past has not changed much in her reactions to life over the last 20 years. It was clear to me that my thoughts created my discontent. My constant looking forward, my constant seeking of “more”, and my feelings of inadequacy and lack drove me into despair time and time again. And, truly, I am such a drama queen!

As if to hit it all home, I had a distinctly synchronistic message come to me ahead of this realization. One morning, before my walk with our dog Monty, my attention was pulled to a cartoon my children were watching, Gravity Falls. If you don’t know about it, you should check it our because it has a lot of deeper meaning to include time travel, alternate realities, inter-dimensional travel and symbolism. In this one particular episode the main characters recognize that they had all been chosen to play specific roles. I saw that they wore symbols and, at the exact moment I was drawn to pay attention, the question mark symbol came into view. It was frozen in my memory. 

Later, as I returned from my walk, I looked down and saw clearly in the asphalt the outline of a perfectly shaped question mark. I paused, knowing it was no coincidence, and time seemed to pause briefly. I wondered what it meant as I turned and saw the stop sign ahead of me. I thought, “Stop questioning.” Hmmm

In putting two and two together, it was clear to me that most, if not all my self-created problems, were the result of my constant questioning. In my early years of awakening, my guides would tell me, “You’re asking the wrong questions.” I had always thought I needed to formulate my questions better, but in this moment I thought, perhaps, the real message was that I needed to stop questioning so as to not be pulled into the inevitable paradox that resulted. The Knowing process is not a mental one anyway, it is a spiritual one. Knowing is not questioning. Knowing is Knowledge that is derived from our Higher Selves, from our Core, from Source. 

And, of course, one of the things I noticed from my journal is that it was FULL of questions. I would ask so many and write the answers. Half or more of the answers I received about my own future never came to pass. So often I would catch myself laughing at my own naivety. My journal was full of examples of the snares I set for myself. It was obvious I was looking for adventure, for something magical and exciting to save me from my boring and very mundane existence. I imbued everything – every experience, every dream, every synchronicity, every thought – with significance and meaning. And then I would fight against that significance and meaning to create a masterpiece of a storyline and keep myself entertained.

The most humbling part of this realization is that I continue to do this to this day. I have shifted somewhat, yes, and matured despite my own self-sabotage, but in general I continue as always, a creature of habit, as we all are. 

But I am human after all.

Ultimately, I recognize that through all of this, the lesson is to learn to embrace the moment, to accept what IS. It is something one must practice daily until it becomes a new habit. It isn’t easy, either. Life has a way of making us forget (as I mentioned earlier). The quicksand will suffocate you if you fight it. Allow and you will remain above the surface. 

All of this goes hand-in-hand with gratitude. If you sit in acceptance of your life you feel nothing but gratitude. That gratitude is instantly lost when you compare the present moment with the past or the future. When one is truly in the present moment, the mind is quiet and you are filled with a presence that swells with gratitude. And if you allow that gratitude to grow by focusing solely upon it, something altogether greater is felt: Bliss.

Stop Questioning. Surrender. Accept. BE.

BEing, surrendering, accepting doesn’t mean you stop living. The moment is fluid and so must you be to remain within it. There is no DOing until the moment brings it into BEing. This is where the practice of Noticing is needed. You Notice an opening as the flow shifts subtly and then, in that moment, either choose to flow with it or continue to observe it. This choice is not made in the mind. It is automatic, made by the Higher Self. Once that moment is gone, it is gone. And that is OK. The Higher Self Knows and chooses in accordance with its purpose. There is no point in questioning that for it just IS. 

And with all the above Knowingness, I realize it was brought to me by a simple request, but one I have made time and time again with spotty results. The request was, “I want to feel the Bliss all the time.” Well, now we know how, don’t we? 

As if to further demonstrate, I had a night full of dreams where all I felt was Bliss. Not the raging, volcanic Kundalini kind of Bliss but the full body, tingling with Love kind. My favorite. It revealed to me my True Self, the one that I often find myself being when I am OOB or in a lucid state. I am pure Joy and wish nothing more than to share it with others, for when I am with others that Joy is amplified.