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MOAB

For the past two nights I have slept super hard, so hard that it is difficult to recall my dreams. I wake knowing I have had in-depth conversations, lessons and interactions with my HS and guides, but specifics are lost very quickly. I feel as if it is erased purposefully, only remnants allowed to remain.

One of those remnants, or pieces of clarity, remained this morning. In this dream communication I was discussing my blog with someone and read aloud a comment I had received.

The comment was: “It looks like she’s of MOAB”.

I spent the remainder of the dream trying to decipher MOAB. I was certain it was spiritual in nature. I probably repeated the acronym ten times in the dream, usually letter by letter.

It may not be significant but my husband and I were discussing the LDS religion when I remembered the dream.

MOAB

I did not recall this portion of the dream until almost an hour after waking. My first thought upon waking was, “Isn’t that a city in Utah?” But I immediately threw that out because in the dream it was in all caps.

So I looked it up. This is what I discovered. I may not have found all significance:

1. Mother of all bombs or Massive Ordinance Air Blast

2. Explicit sexual term (I won’t write it out) meant as an insult

3. The seed of the father, the eldest son of Lot (Genesis 19:37)

4. A plain opposite of Jericho mentioned in the old testament;  the desirable land. Source

5. Represents the Protestant religion and referred to in a prophecy about the “End Days”. Source

6. City in Utah.

Biblical References

I would not call myself a religious person. In fact, I avoid organized religion in general. However,  I keep running into biblical names and references in my dreams and spiritual encounters. I cannot avoid coming to the conclusion that there is some significance in this. But what?

The feeling from my dream was this term, MOAB, was important. So important in fact that I repeated it to myself over and over again in order to remember it. I also attributed it to something spiritually significant. Other than that, I am at a loss. I guess the term will join the other names I have received along the way until their significance is revealed.

If anyone has any idea what this term could signify, please let me know.

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Dreams: Reorganization and Premature Baby

Last night was again a night of frequent vivid dreams.

Reorganization

I was in a school and left my room. When I returned an older lady was inside and had completely reorganized it, turning it into a classroom. There was a group of elementary students sitting in desks. I was alarmed.

The woman smiled, very proud of herself and said, “We decided to set up the room so that it was more conducive to teaching. I needed to work with these students and this works better for me”. She pointed to a table and then at the twelve or more individual student desks crammed up near the front of the room.

I looked at her like she was crazy and told her, “But this doesn’t work for me and this is my room. Please put it back to the way it was. I don’t work with more than six to eight students at the most, so I don’t need all these desks”. I pointed to cubbys that had been set up on one side and said, “And I don’t need these”.

I walked to a closet where I had stored some things and found that it had been cleared out and made into a small classroom with a large central desk with chairs set around it. Feeling I should at least try to compromise, I concluded that it would be okay to leave this space as it was and told her, “But you can leave the closet like you have it. I am okay…”

She interrupted me, obviously very upset and disappointed and said, “That’s fine. I will put it all back like it was”. She walked  around the class and began to get the students to help her put it back the way it was. I remember feeling at odds with myself somewhat. I wanted to make her happy but at the same time I did not want my space cluttered and taken over by this woman.

Premature Baby

At this time, a black woman entered the room looking for me. She told me that she had some important news for me. She introduced herself as the representative of a family, the name is lost to me now.

“You have been listed as the new guardian for a baby girl. Her parents were both killed, as was her twin and other sibling”.

She escorted me out of the room as she told me their story. I was, of course, shocked as this was unexpected and I was not prepared to once again care for a newborn.

The woman explained that the family knew me from a while ago. The grandmother, still living but ill, was one of my previous coworkers. She had chosen me as the new guardian. She told me I had a choice and did not have to accept. I told her, “Of course I will take her”. In my mind I could not refuse and leave the little girl in the system. I quickly disregarded all my concerns about being ready and the burden it would cause my family. I wanted to meet the child.

We entered the house of the family. The grandmother was sleeping in a chair. I looked closely at her, trying to remember her. She was very old, with white hair and dark skin. I immediately went to her and another family member said to her, “Mother, she is here”. The old woman opened her eyes and smiled at me. She conveyed to me that she knew the child would have a better life with me.

I was then shown the baby and it was explained to me that she was born premature but was currently just 4 weeks old. I looked at her, expecting to see dark skin, but her skin was pale and her eyes light. She was very, very tiny and so precious. I did not dare pick her up as she was sleeping. In my mind I saw an image of what she would look like as she grew up. Beautiful. She had that beautiful creamy mix-race skin and curly, soft blondish-brown hair. I was completely accepting of my new role as her mother.

It was then explained to me that I would have to take a class in order to be her new guardian and then adopt her.

The word “adopt” kept echoing in my mind and ultimately woke me up. I was in a panic over it, literally thinking such an event might happen. But now I think it was more symbolic of a new beginning coming into my life which involves acceptance of parts of myself I have previously rejected. Then the previous dream flooded my memory and I realized I was in the midst of a reorganization of Self.

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The Dr. Returns

Last night was an eventful night. No, I didn’t project nor was I even lucid, but I had a sequence of dreams, all connected, that culminated in one nearly lucid dream in which I again met up with the Dr. (from previous blog posts).

Military

The first dream in the sequence was focused around the return of a military mission. I was inside a dorm room and waiting for a man to return. He was not my husband but someone I knew. I recall helping organize some things – photographs, keepsakes, etc – while waiting.

Infected

The dream then shifts from a military feeling to a medical facility feeling. I was of two Me’s – the me observing the dream and the me as a character in the dream. My character persona was wearing an all white hospital gown and there was a long conversation going on between the observer me and another individual, a woman.

The character me is standing in the middle of a bright white room as we are talking. This is when it got weird. A tiny, illuminated, blue square of energy shot out of nowhere and made contact with the dream character me. This blue cube was three-dimensional and about one inch all around.

Once the cube inserted itself inside the character me, the observer me knew this meant a physical change would occur. She (I) recognized the change to mean that having children was no longer possible and there would be a gradual deterioration of health.

Phil

There is a long period of blurred images and experiences during this time. I am aware of making the decision to be with a man much younger than me. My awareness is very, very diminished but I somehow know that we had sexual relations and am filled with a happiness and peace that is hard to describe. I remember laying next to him in a void. I say void because it seems so dark and devoid of features other than a long, wooden or metal “bed” which we are laying on.

When my awareness comes back to me, me and this man who I know as “Phil”, are discussing a third member of our group. She is the me from the previous dream, the one who was “infected”. I know she cannot be with us because she is struggling to manage her illness. I see within my mind a screen showing her vital statistics. The statistics are shown as a green line that is in an arc heading higher and higher. However, when she becomes infected the arc, a greenish color, begins to descend and turn red. I see this “memory” of the doctors explaining what she needs to do. She must take this medicine to manage her condition as it will slowly affect her, causing her physical condition to deteriorate more and more.

Then I am talking to this “other” me, who seems very child-like, even though she is fully grown. She is very frail and thin, her skin pale and almost translucent. I find her on the floor in a white hospital-like setting, with an IV in her arm. She is unresponsive and I say to her, “Why did you do that?” and in my mind I know she has overdosed on the drug she is suppose to take to help her illness. I shake her and am worried. I have a communication with her that is without words. In it, there is a vision of her showing me three drawings she has done. They are familiar to me and are childrhuman-dnaen’s drawings. I see my initials on the top of the paper and point them out to her, congratulating her on her ability to draw and write her name.

Phil, who had been with me, is now gone but I can talk to him in my mind. The dream becomes muddled here as I gain awareness. I recognize my deep connection to this man and know he is 29 years old. At the same time i recognize this number to be significant as it adds up to 11. I am so happy to be with him but know that our communication is limited to only times he initiates. I trust him, though, and know that no communication does not indicate no connection.

I attempt several time to write an email to Phil about the ailing me. I type his email – Philateree@gmail.com.  The first time I try to send I type the address wrong and it does not go through. The second time I type it, I wake up.

The Dr. Returns

I awake to such an overwhelming calm and peace. The dream sequence is still vivid and I try to make sense of it. Am I sick? Does the dream character me indicate that I am physically ill?

My mind is filled with questions and I struggle to find the connection with my Higher Self. Why can’t I connect?

That is when I sense my guide and recognize he is the same man as in my dream. I instantly think, “Phil”. I then remember the dream I had a while back about “Dr. Who” and realize that he is the Dr from that and other dreams. He sends confirmation.

Much knowingness floods into my mind and I recognize that for some reason I have been afraid of whatever healing is about to be initiated. My dreams represent this fear. The military connection has to do with emotional repression. The illness represents a need to be healed. The IV represents healing and that an important message has been missed.

The tiny blue cube was a mystery, though. What did it symbolize?

I heard a response – “Genome”.

This response confuses me. “What genome?” and I think, “The human genome”.

I had to get up and get ready for work so I had to stop communication there. I am still trying to figure out what all these dreams signify and I am at a loss. I know I felt good this morning, so that is a positive. I suspect that my Ego is overreacting, so I distrust myself to decipher what it all means. All I know is that the last time I met with the Dr he initiated an intense healing of my heart.

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Dream: Temptation

Sometimes I have very emotional dreams. This morning I awoke to one such dream.

Temptation

Most of the details of the beginning of the dream are lost to me now, but I recall the most important details.

The dream consisted of me meeting this good looking, Hispanic man. He appeared younger than me and reminded me of someone but I cannot figure out who. We were in a house that I was not familiar with and he and I had just met. When I saw him I was hit with such a familiar pang of recognition in my heart that it took my breath away. I do not know if he had this same connection, but I think he did based upon the way the dream went.

I avoided him for some time, speaking to him briefly and engaging in only casual conversation. I made sure to keep my distance because being near him caused an overwhelming amount of desire and I was certain he would notice. Perhaps he did because he kept coming closer to me and would not allow me to go far.

Throughout this I was overcome with feelings of foreboding, continually thinking of how I was married, had children and would not do anything to cause them potential suffering. I felt as if I had been ripped in two every time I saw this young man who would not go away and who I did not really want to go away. It was an agonizing feeling!

Finally, I gave in and stopped dodging him. Just looking at him was painful and also amazingly wonderful. I don’t remember what he was saying to me but I ended up allowing him to kiss me. This was, of course, probably not a good idea as the kiss caused me to understand the intensely deep connection that existed between us.

I broke away from the kiss and began talking one hundred miles an hour about my husband and family and how I could not, would not, do anything that would put them at risk. I remember wishing I were single so badly that it hurt. My insides were in all kinds of knots with energy welling out of my first, second and third chakras.

Message from Azekiel

I awoke still feeling the agonizing split between what I wanted and what I felt was “right”. I could not figure out why I was once again having this type of dream! Then I remembered the brief OBE I had where I was allowed to witness an agreement being made between my Higher Self and some others. I remember that there was a man involved and that he was married. I also knew the agreement was that he and I would meet. I remember I felt sorry for him.

Needless to say, I was not pleased with this memory and the sudden realization that I was preparing for a meeting. Dread is all I felt. All I could think was, “Why?”

My guide was very close and he said very simply, “You are sad”.

twin-flame-swirlI didn’t feel this was true, but then maybe it was? Maybe I am hiding from a part of myself, some part deeply connected to a past where I was unfaithful? I do recall a life that fits that description.

In that, I remembered too much, I think, because I did find the sadness and two tears slowly rolled down my cheeks. I asked for healing, hoping to avoid any meeting like in my dream.

My guide said, “The healing needs to come via the physical”.

Just my luck!

I asked, “Who are you? What is your name?”

He replied, “Azekiel”.

I knew he was trying to prepare me, to help me with some big hurdle that is holding me back. I am not exactly sure what it is or why the healing needs to come via the physical. I suspect the person I am meeting has a similar need. Perhaps he and I are cancelling a karmic debt?

Near OBE

I fell back to sleep, asking to project. I was on my stomach and almost instantly found myself in the in-between but I was not becoming conscious like is normal.

I suddenly felt to be laying in my mother’s bed and all I could think about was the man from my previous dream and how desperately I wanted to be with him. The agony was very real and I just wanted to stay asleep and not have to confront the situation.

I felt someone shake me and say, “You need to get up now”. I ignored it and pushed against the hand saying, “I want to sleep”. The shaking happened again and I groaned. I heard other noises, the noises of a busy house – children’s voices, pitter patter of tiny feet, talking, etc. I specifically heard my sister’s voice. I do remember thinking that all I needed to do was roll out of my body, but I literally felt too tired to bother.

I woke up feeling so much better but I don’t know why. Perhaps I am just accepting that this needs to be done. Sigh.

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Breakthrough and Practice Makes Perfect

Yesterday I had a phenomenal thing happen while in session. I recalled a moment from my past. This would be a time when not in the body. I have had this recollection many times, but only this time did it have an impact upon me.

Breakthrough

The memory is of being in pitch blackness. I can perceive the space around me and it feels as if I am floating in outer space, but I do not see stars or planets. When I try to move, I am blocked by an invisible wall that seems to go forever. This wall, when explored, forms a cube that completely traps me inside. I can see through it but cannot move from the small space.

In the past when I have encountered this memory I had no feeling except that I was stuck. I didn’t panic or worry about it. It just was.

This time, when I found myself within the space I instantly recognized that the way out was simple. I existed beyond the walls of my confinement. Reality was there was no confinement except that which I perceived to be there.

The moment I realized this, the barriers seemed to explode outward and away from me. I was hit with both a rush inward and a rush outward of immense amounts of energy. The energy was rushing into and out of the front part of my body from my heart to my pelvic area.

When it was done, I realized I had broken through a self-imposed limitation. I still do not know when this memory occurred. I just know I was not in a body.

bio-breakthrough1Dream: Guiding Another

I had an interesting dream last night that had me recognizing a theme that has been on-going for some time. I seem to be guiding others in my dreams.

In this particular dream, I was inside a house that me and my family occupied. I was remodeling it and putting in quite a bit of time. There were these air conditioning units attached to walls and cabinets in each room. The units were no longer functional and I was taking them out.

I remember talking with someone. They were asking me questions about my plans.  They asked me, “Why do you spend so much time on this house when you know you will not live here much longer?”. I replied, “Well, we will be here at least four more years, until I graduate. I figure I might as well make it the place I want”.

I went back to the kitchen where I had just taken out a unit and realized I needed to get new a new counter top. I was talking to my mom (though not my mom in real life) about what kind of counter top to get. For some reason it shifted to a bed and comforter and my mom shifted to my sister.

My sister here was obese, young and very plain looking. She was in college but struggling. She was also struggling with being happy and with life in general. I found myself guiding her and giving her advice about how to get the life she wanted. I told her, “You cannot have the change you want if you continue to do the same things you always have”. I helped her change from being at home all the time and eating to going to the library to study. I remember telling her about how her diet was rotting her teeth, too. We even went to the library together and I helped her to look up a book on microeconomics. I asked if her class was in economics and she said, “No, government”.

I assisted her with an essay she had to do. She seemed to know nothing about how to do research. The librarian wasn’t there and so she just wanted to just quit. I spent a lot of time instructing her on how to take the initiative. She just didn’t know how to do things on her own. No wonder she was failing!

Practice Makes Perfect

Upon waking I wondered if I was to take from this dream that I needed to change my own routines. The thought, however, that I was actually working with this girl to help her kept coming back to me. I have seen her before in my dreams……

That is when I remembered something I was told upon falling asleep. One of my guides had said to me, “There are others. You are not alone”. I replied, “I know, you’ve told me that from the beginning”. I then got a memory of a group and a feeling that I was to meet with them. I didn’t understand so I just went to sleep without asking for clarification.

Now that I think about it, I suspect this girl is part of my “group”. I remember her from other dreams, dreams in which we are always in a “classroom” or “teacher-student” scenario. Sometimes we are in an actual school, other times a warehouse and still other times in just normal places, such as with this dream.

Perhaps I am practicing my skills as a guide and doing so in my sleep? This rings true to me.

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Dreams: Deforestation and the Number Three

There was another shift in energy yesterday, at least I sensed it. I awoke in another sour mood but was able to shift out of it without issue and the day went about as normal but with low energy. However, the night revealed the shift was an actuality.

I awoke in the middle of the night from a dream I do not, could not, completely remember. The only thing I remember was that I had been in a completely white room and there were images floating around me. I felt completely peaceful when I awoke. It was like a weight had been lifted. I smiled and thanked my guides and fell back into a blissful sleep.

Deforestation

I found myself within a dream but not lucid. The dream was very vivid but that was it. I was inside a home with other women who were all mothers. We were eating a meal I had made and discussing our children. I can still taste the meal! I remember telling them about my most recent pregnancy and how easy it was even though I had was of “advanced maternal age”.

There was a point where I was organizing a shelf and someone had broken a figurine. I went to repair it and the bottom of the shelf became sand and I had dug a hole. I then began to uproot grass that was invading the area.

The dream shifted and I was suddenly aboard what appeared to be an amusement park ride but the car I was in was floating in mid-air all by itself. It was a bench seat and I was on the end holding on for dear life. The other women were with me and I was holding onto one’s hand.

The car moved like a helicopter (if you have ever been in one they can make your stomach flip flop) over the top of craggy mountain peaks. I looked below me and saw that the mountains were very rocky and almost completely devoid of trees. They looked barren although still majestic.

Then we flew into another area and I noticed vast expanses of green begin to appear. We flew closer and I saw that it was millions of tiny saplings growing in different stages. I was in awe and somehow knew that I was being show the devastation caused by deforestation and the hope that it could be reversed.

As we continued to fly (I felt like I was in a Harry Potter movie!) the trees began to grow taller and taller and the scene began to get more and more beautiful. I began to cry happy tears. We approached an old school building that appeared to be from some other time. It had ornate decorations and when I saw it I got very excited, as if I knew where we were going.

I saw the trees turn ancient at this time as well, their gray and twisted bark and green foliage very distinct. The car slowed and we entered the building.

Suddenly I was walking along an amusement park sidewalk and to my right was a large, shallow pool with bumper cars in it. All was quiet and no one was around.

I moved closer and saw the mechanism to turn on the ride but did not touch it. Suddenly the pool was alive with small, doll-like children. They were all the same age and seemed like cartoon characters at first but the turned more realistic. They came and encouraged all to get on the ride. I did not.

I watched as the people I was with got into the ride and it swirled them about in the water. They were strapped in and looked to be having fun. The conductor looked over at me. He was a man I had not noticed before with dark hair and blue eyes. He stared at me and I knew he wanted me to get on. I felt uncomfortable, suddenly knowing I was wearing a swimsuit under my clothes.

I thought of the shoes I was wearing worried they would get wet and then, not caring, decided to get in. The scene again shifted.

Three Bathrooms

I was waiting with the women to use the bathroom. I suddenly had the urge to have a bowel movement. I went to the bathrooms and was told that all but one of the three was broken. I waited and got a call from my husband. I answered it and he told me to be home by 1pm. I said I had not yet started and was a bit shocked he wanted me home so soon. The bathroom opened up and I let another woman in.

The scene shifted again.

Three Boys

I was traveling along a road in a car and stopped as a large, semi truck was going through a small tunnel. I got in line behind it and watched it squeeze through. Then I followed behind at high speeds and had to slow for a little boy was running about. He was attached to a car by a long cord that came out of his center. I followed him to the car as he climbed in. He was not a very nice little boy but good enough that he listened to me as I climbed into the car to take the wheel. He had two brothers with him, one in the back and the other, the smallest, in the front. I told the older boy to turn off the music (it was playing Cold Play) and looked at his brother. He had the most gorgeous green eyes and I complimented him on them. He seemed wise beyond his years. I was in the back seat at this time.

Upon Waking

When I awoke I knew I had been OOB but just had not been lucid enough to notice. As soon as I thought this, a voice from my right said eagerly, “That was me. I was with you!” A little irritated to have my thoughts interrupted I ignored him. He said again, “That was me! That was me!” I acknowledged him this time saying, “But you are male. I was with a group of women”. He stayed silent after that as I thought of my dreams.

I realized the number three was significant here. The three represents the physical, mental, and emotional aspects of me. Currently I must be working on the physical.

I felt, still feel, so much lighter today and happier. I now know the individual who was talking to me when I awoke was Spirit, not a guide. I feel bad now for not acknowledging him better. I suspect he was one of the little boys from my last dream.

I had this song in my head when I woke up, too. Specifically this part:

If scars are for the living
Then I could be forgiven
And everything you need
I could give you
If scars are for the living
Then I could be forgiven
And everything you have
I take too

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Dream Themes

The sleep disturbances continue.

I have been medicating my sleep with Benadryl so that I feel rested in the morning. However, for the last couple of days I have felt I should not take it. In this time I have come to understand why. I was missing dream messages and it was time to take notice.

The change in my sleep patterns is obvious. It goes like this: I struggle to fall asleep and when I do, I wake immediately after a dream. I fall asleep and the cycle continues. I woke about five times last night and each time from a vivid dream.

Eyes

In the past two night I have had dreams where I am fiddling with my eyes. In the first dream, I was putting in my contact lenses. One of the lenses was a large, pink pill the size of my eye! I saw it, thought it odd, but went ahead and inserted it into my eye. I blink and it dissolved into my eye and I went about my dream without issue.

In last night’s dream I took out my contacts because my eyes were dry and placed them into large, square dishes the two hands in length. A woman questioned me and I told her, “My eyes are dry, so I am giving them a break”. I later put them back into my eyes as I was leaving the scene of the dream.

Eyes symbolize enlightenment, understanding, subconscious, and awareness. They also indicate there is something that is being seen clearer than it may have been in the past. I seem to be playing with my awareness in my dreams – noting how I can choose to “see” or not see. The pill is interesting and in itself indicates restoration and healing. It is pink in color, representing love. In the dream I am inserting it into my right eye which indicates that I am accepting of healing of my physical self.

Manifestation

Another dream theme I am seeing involves exploring possibilities and manifesting desires. In one dream I allowed my husband to buy us a new house. He bought a mansion and inside I explored the rooms. He spent $410,000 on the house, which was twice what I thought we could afford but I shrugged it off. Inside the house there was a room that was elaborate with gold embellishments and a huge drum set that took up half the room. I remember thinking, “This room is not necessary”. The kitchen had small, shallow, black filing cabinets lined up inside it. I remember talking to my husband about the files we could put inside them.

When I woke from this dream I immediately thought, “I need to manifest what I want”. There was a feeling that I am too self-limiting when it comes to material things in life. It is time for me to allow myself to have more. This was what I was exploring in the above dream. It exposed my belief that having too much is excessive as represented by the room with the drums. The filing cabinets represent things I store or file away for use in life such as beliefs I hold on to.

Celebration

There is also a theme that indicates I have much to celebrate. In last night’s dream I was waiting in a doctor’s office to get my papers to go home. I was with a group and we were transferred to a room where there were people gathered to remember a passed loved one. There were images of the person who passed and everyone was grieving but I felt no grief for him as I watched images on a screen of his life. In the images the man was gutting his house and there were tubes all over the place. He died as a result. I recall feeling connected to him and happy for his successful transformation. We were then were led to another room and all let out a cheer together for our accomplishment.

When I woke from this dream the leg I had surgery on was covered in healing energy and I had a feeling that all was well.

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Back to the Top

It has been a while since I have heard from my High Council directly. I feel them all the time now, but the direct messages slowed down substantially. I know this is because I am to focus on my life and living in the physical right now. I am practicing my new found skills of being in the present moment and being constantly tuned into my Higher Self.

Thankfully, I was told a while back that any time I wanted them all I needed to do was request them. I did this last night. I asked for them to show me what was going on; what was next. I also asked to get to practice my skills in the other realms.

Back to the Top

I was awakened early in the morning to a vision of a blue piece of paper. It had white, cursive writing on it and I was reading it aloud. As I became more conscious of it, the words disappeared and the words I was mentally speaking stopped flowing. It was like I was receiving the message, “You are not to know the content of this letter”, but I know it is not that. It is simply that the conscious mind seeks information in familiar pictures, letters, numbers, facts and figures. But when information is streaming into one’s consciousness, the information is more fluid and is not limited to human symbols and identification. So as my consciousness began to follow its human blueprint, the information I was receiving was transformed into a letter and words but even that was too limited and so it was seemingly “lost” upon becoming fully aware of it.

As soon as I was awake I heard my guide say, “You will experience a top-down kundalini activation”.

As I was not expecting this information, I thought briefly about it and then smiled to myself.

“So that is the next step?”

I received a feeling and knowingness that it was so.

I then asked, “Why? Am I starting over?”

“No, you are merely integrating the changes”, my guide responded.

I wondered, “Does this mean I will have more projections?”

The response was a memory of the my first top-down activation. I immediately remembered the sudden spiritual abilities that I became aware of that first time. Not long after, I had my first ever projection.

So, yes, there will be more projections. I was (still am) briefly worried about the reemergence of my spiritual abilities.

He then offered me more information, “It will be easy. It will be fast”.

Surprised again, I asked, “How fast is fast? A day? A week? Months?” (their idea of time is quite skewed).

He responded with, “A week”.

Wow. That is fast. But then I know not to take anything future related too seriously as so much can be adjusted based upon need. I suspect it will be a week per chakra, but then who knows. Regardless, I am ready for the ride.

Tending an Egg

I fell asleep not long after and had an in-depth dream of a wedding. My wedding. In the dream, my husband and I were renewing our vows. The scene was at my mother’s pool and I was creating the ceremony as I watched it. I chose to have us walk over the water on a platform. It was beautiful and calm and very pleasant overall. I remember seeing some dressed in shorts and thought, “How casual”.

After the ceremony we were tending to our yard – mowing, watering, etc. I went in the back and there was a large chicken coup without chickens. In front of me was a small wooden box with brown eggs in it, each gently placed upon straw. I sorted through them, putting each to my ear to listen for pecking which meant the egg was about to hatch. I found one and set it apart from the others. It had a stamp on it that said it was from a special organic farm. None of the other eggs were hatching.

I then went to the front and took down and threw away some miniature crumbling houses. Then I picked up this mechanical doll that moved on its own, singing and clapping its hands. I took the doll with me and on the way found money scattered on the sidewalk. Very prominent was a $2 bill.

I went inside to talk to my husband about the yard when behind me the door opened on its own. Startled, I looked and saw a black cat sitting at the door. I said, “He’s going to come in!” and jumped up to shut the door. Then I saw he had stolen my chicken lunch and I yelled, “He stole my chicken!”

Interpretation

I have to laugh at this odd dream a little but the symbolism is what is important. Eggs are new beginnings and I am obviously preparing for one. The wedding also symbolizes new beginnings or transitions. The taking down of the houses indicates moving on as abandoned houses represent moving on with life. The doll symbolizes the desire to be someone else and the means to act on this desire. The number 2 is a message to trust that things are going in the right direction even if things seem painfully slow. A black cat symbolizes fear of using one’s psychic abilities and/or intuition. The fact that the black cat stole my chicken, which in itself can symbolize cowardliness, seems to indicate that there is nothing to fear and in fact the fear may be devoured by the results of this ability and perception.

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Concentric Circles

My dreams last night were again quite vivid. I seemed to be once again preparing for something coming very soon.

Concentric Circles

Standing on the green of a very large field with a group of girls, I watched as a large circle formed in the sky. Inside was layer after layer of smaller circles. I did not take much notice of the circles as I was having an in-depth conversation with a group of  girls about the age when they first kissed and first had intercourse.

I mentioned to the girls how I thought it was an issue that so many young people were having sex at younger and younger ages. I was concerned about my own daughter and that is when the question came up about when each of us had experienced our first kiss, etc. This part of the dream was quite odd because I distinctly recall being each of the girls I was talking to. I saw a dark haired girl in front of me and she spoke first. When she did, I spoke as if she were me. I said I had intercourse for the first time at fourteen. The other me, the primary one, objected and thought, “That’s not true” and then told the real ages of these life events.

It was at this time that I saw the concentric circle separate into its parts. Each part then expanded to be the size of the largest circle. I watched as each of them was placed on the green field side by side. I recall seeing eight total circles. They were empty inside but their outline was in a light, fuzzy blue color.

I then noticed that my group, including myself, was standing inside one of the circles. Imagine the circles in two rows of four. If you counted from the top of the left group, we were in the second circle.

Queen Latifagain

In this dream I was interacting with a black woman who reminded me of Queen Latifa. We were inside a dress shop picking out prom dresses. I was dressed in a short sleeved, white wedding dress with lace around the bodice. “Latifa” was browsing the dresses and looking at different styles. I walked up to her and started talking to her about her choices. I commented on a woman who was modeling a dress that resembled a floral print moo-moo. Latia and I was talking about the style and what others would think of it and other styles.

She then said she had to be on her way because she was in college and had an exam in 9 hours. She went to a large, blue duffel bag and inside were odd things like box after box of laundry detergent and piles of money.

The next thing I recall is being in a silver car driving with her and getting in line at the bank. I pulled up and she hopped out to retrieve her belongings from the trunk. I guess this was her destination and I remember helping her unload the strange items from the trunk – boxes of Gain laundry detergent! I wondered how she would take it all on the plane with her.

I got back into the car but it went out of gear and began to move forward on its own. I panicked and got out of the car to control it almost hitting the car behind me. Interestingly, the car was on tracks similar to a railroad. When I finally pulled up to the teller line there was an officer looking at me with a notebook taking notes. I explained what happened and a woman replaced him and smiled. I had with me four huge bags full of stacks of money. It was at least $40,0000!

Scabies Dream and Vibrations

I had a short dream at this time in which I was being given a prescription. What was odd was that I was at work when I got them dispensed to me and one bottle was for Scabies. I recall being disgusted and knowing I did not have them. The guy giving me the bottle of pills told me it was just a precaution because they were going around. I looked at the bottle and saw I should take three. I only took one.

I then went into a room and saw a woman I work with crying and upset. In real life she is trying to save her marriage and considering leaving her husband. In the dream she left work suddenly and then returned to tell us goodbye because she was leaving her husband. I told her to not waver on her decision.

When I woke up I was disgusted by the scabies and intrigued by the dream. I was also totally covered in vibrations and a warm, healing sensation in my mid-lower back and the familiar energy helmet over my head. My third-eye was especially lit up with energy.

Interpretations

The circle dream is self-explanatory. I believe I was being shown how we are all interconnected/One.

The second dream indicates that I am happy with myself at this time. This is indicative of my wedding dress. Looking at other dresses indicates possibilities that exist for me. The Gain detergent suggests I am being asked to clean up something in my life or change my image. In doing so there will be “gain”. The bank symbolizes the need for financial security. Perhaps I am feeling a lack of resources at my disposal. The money being deposited indicates that I am being shown this should not be a concern.

The final dream with the scabies indicates that I am feeling “unclean” about a specific situation and am frustrated or distressed about it. I am not sure if the second half is precognitive for my coworker or symbolic for me.

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Problem Solving Dream

I finally got some sleep last night! Unfortunately, I woke at 4:30am and then at 5am, before I could go back to sleep, my husband wanted to cuddle because he couldn’t sleep. So I have been up since 5am.

Dream: Problem Solving

Though I cannot recall most of my dreams I do recall one.

I was late for work and trying to find a parking place. I was driving my car from outside of it, like a kid would play with a toy car. When I got to the parking lot I noticed a coworker was also late. He was putting his car in a spot when I got there. Since I was distracted by him I almost crashed into a poll but was able to park my silver car. I mentioned to him that I was glad I was not the only one who was late. He said we were not late, that we had 9 minutes to spare.

The car symbolizes my life path and this body I am currently operating. The fact that I am outside of it is representative of my new position in regards to this body. I am no longer identifying myself as a body but as Spirit, separate from the body yet controlling a body. The number 9 is indicative of endings and also reminds me that my purpose and soul mission is to be of service to humanity.

The coworker, who was a teacher, asked me if I could help him. He took me to his classroom and introduced me to his four teenage children. They were all very close in age and there were three boys and a girl. I also recognized that this teacher taught Chemistry. The teacher then asked me to evaluate each of them because he was concerned about them. I agreed but in my mind I was trying to figure out how I would find time to fit them into my schedule.

Four represents responsibility and practicality, goals and drive. It is a reminder to move toward one’s goals. “Chemistry” symbolizes the ability to manipulate situations and change one’s Self. There is problem-solving going on in this aspect of the dream.

I took the kids with me as I left the classroom and went to my office. As we walked across campus there were these pathways that were just the width of a person’s two feet. They were green and rose up and then went down, similar to small roller coasters. One time I nearly fell as one rose up as I was walking on it.

We entered a building and I took them into a classroom that resembled a small music room. Inside was cramped and there was a gigantic megaphone the size of a table and silver in color.

The pathways indicate a particular path I am either taking or considering taking. Since they are green they are literally saying, “Follow your heart”. The megaphone indicates a need or desire to speak up.

I passed out the assessments and saw an old classmate of mine sitting alongside the four kids. I exclaimed, “What are you doing here?” The kids turned and looked and one asked, “Who?” My classmate vanished and I said, “He’s gone”. I thought to myself, “He must be dead” and was completely confused and a bit paranoid. I kept expecting him to appear again, but he did not.

To see something that is not there indicates that I may be over-reacting and this may be affecting my actions. It could also indicate that I am considering “killing” the situation, or putting an end to it.

The dream seems to end here but then I am in the classroom with the teacher and he is showing me a very, very thick book. It is sitting on the desk and he points it out to me. I see it and say, “Wow, that book is really thick”. I begin to feel a bit overwhelmed as if I have to study and take a lot of time to learn.

This part of the dream represents learning of a specific subject (path). That it is very thick and I feel overwhelmed suggests that I have much still to learn.

Reflection

This dream reflects exactly a current issue I have at work. The issues causes me to want to leave my job rather than confront the issue. A coworker of mine is telling me what to do and does not have the authority to do so. This has happened before and upset me and then the coworker asked for a meeting so he could tell me that he thought I was not doing enough. My supervisor believed him and since I was unprepared for the meeting I did not defend myself. I went to bed trying to decide how to approach this situation without burning bridges.