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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 to OBE: Visit to an Astral World

Prior to bed last night I had third-eye and heart chakra activity, though very subtle. With it came a visit from a guide along with a feeling/message that I am in the midst of a “shift” that will take approximately 2-3 days. I’m not even sure what this means or why I suddenly knew it but it is what it is.

I did a little meditation that included the Breath of Fire which I did for about a minute or so and then fell asleep quite quickly after that.

Lucid to OBE: Visit to an Astral World

I had a full night of dreams, the first of which was one about my ex-BIL which was very strange being I haven’t seen or heard from him since before 2011. I am not going to recount that dream at this time, though. Instead I want to go into a very interesting OBE I had early this morning.

After waking at 5am I fell back to sleep and entered into a dream where I was sitting inside an elementary classroom with a teacher and her students. I was waiting for another class to come in so I could go over to the next classroom. They were delayed so I sat down and waited. The entire time I was very sleepy and dozed on and off. I recall having a pillow and nice, warm blanket wrapped around me.

At some point I went to the other classroom and peeked in the window of the closed door. There was a class underway and they were watching a movie. I knew it was history class and didn’t want to interrupt. As I stood by the door a past coworker said something to me from their classroom. I recognized him and his joke and laughed before walking into the classroom.

I sat down to watch the movie with the class and promptly fell asleep. I was embarrassed to be so tired and sleeping on the job but at the same time I didn’t care. I remember no one else cared either. There is memory here of a teacher being pregnant and getting sick as well as a discussion about the previous teacher who had made the joke. I remember telling someone I thought he was interested in me when we worked together so many years ago.

Through all of this I kept trying to wake up and would for a bit and then fall back to sleep. Someone was asking me to try and stay awake. Eventually I listened and got up. I ended up following some kind of trail of string through the door outside into the night.

This is when I became suddenly very lucid. I looked up at the night sky and knew I was OOB. Everything was very real and my vision crystal clear. The sky was magnificent! I could see all the galaxies swirling and the sight of it took my breath away.

At this point I decided to try and fly. I couldn’t at first. It felt like I was pulled down and my leaps into the air brought me back down quickly. However, I convinced myself I could fly and was in the air very quickly after that. I flew up and over the trees leaving the building I was at behind without looking back. There was someone accompanying me the entire time I flew but I couldn’t see them. They spoke to me, guiding and teaching me throughout the experience to come. I am not sure if the guide was male or female.

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As I glided along through the star-filled sky I began to feel a slight nudging upward toward the stars. I recognized that my guide was asking me to “surrender” to the experience. There was something he/she wanted to show me. Without a second thought I let go and felt my body accelerate up toward the stars and away from the Earth. I remember saying to my guide, “Take me out into space. It’s okay. I have done it before.”

I lost my astral sight at this point and my astral body seemed to expand or maybe I just ceased to exist in form because I was lost to myself briefly while the transition took place. In the blackness I was totally at ease and began to laugh gleefully. There was also the sensation of spinning and flipping so fast that eventually I felt to be not moving at all.

My vision came on suddenly and I found myself high over planet Earth looking down on what appeared to be never-ending forests of green. We (my guide and I) were soaring like birds over the most beautiful Earth I had ever seen. There seemed to be no humans anywhere! We flew at such great speed that I saw the Earth’s curvature as we moved over her. We seemed to be at the juncture between Earth and space, right on the edge of the atmosphere.

Fully expecting to shift upward and out into space I was surprised when my guide motioned for me to look down. When I looked down a visual appeared in front of my eyes. It was like a time ticker and it said very clearly, “250,000”. I said to my guide, “This is 250,000 years ago!” Then he/she indicated I should continue to focus on the trees. As I did a small, white rectangle appeared in the thick forest below me. It was as if someone took a map and placed it on top of the green. It said, “ISRAEL” on it but as I read it I also heard and saw, “PALESTINE”.

Not really understanding what it meant I had no time to consider my question because I was taken swiftly down. The trees thinned and before I knew it I was hovering in front of a building made of packed sand and mud.

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We hovered in front of the building which looked somewhat like what one would think the old temples of ancient times might look like. It was very tall and made with precision. I remember saying to my guide, “Is it a ship?” He/she told me, “This was before ships were made.” I remember thinking, “Of course! They are miles from water.” Yet now as I think of it I believe “ship” may have been in reference to something else.

Somehow I knew the type of building it was and even gave it a name. Now I cannot recall the name but it was a gathering place, sort of like a community center but also a place where “government” meetings were held.

We were enormous compared to the building and I was able to take my giant astral hand and open the tiny door to the building. I peered inside to try and see but only saw a second doorway behind the first. The experience was strange because I seemed to be a giant and the building a mere toy in comparison.

My guide continued to talk to me and somehow I ended up talking to him/her about the places where people gathered to eat. I shrank instantly and then appeared next to a building that was mostly outside with a kitchen area underneath what looked like large tree roots that spread out in all directions.

I found myself standing at a bar next to several women in a busy cafe environment, though it was not like any cafe I had ever been to. On the bar was a plate of food but I didn’t recognize any of it but recall thinking it was similar to Moroccan food. A woman to my right seemed like a mother figure and was speaking with a thick accent. I remember thinking it German but it was out of place with the setting. The women to my left was the owner of the cafe and was talking about a man and a woman who would soon arrive. She said their names and I stopped and asked her to repeat them to me. She did and I continued to listen in on their conversation for a while. The woman to my right was telling me the name of the dish of food, specifically a small, greenish-looking side dish that resembled seaweed. Out of the blue I thought, “I need to remember the name of these people”. So I asked the woman on my left to tell me their names again, apologizing for my forgetfulness. She told me but seemed annoyed but hid it well. I then turned and asked the woman on my right her name and repeated it. It was similar to Piper but I saw it spelled and it the pronunciation was not the same.

I stood there watching the cafe and thinking it very strange and different from what I am use to. I asked what was on the menu for the week and she said, “We have the same thing every day.” This really was odd to me and I remember thinking to myself, “They eat the same thing all the time?” It seemed boring to me.

Suddenly I knew what the woman was thinking. It was not obvious but I felt it. She was thinking, “I wish they would stop coming here.” “They” meant people like me, travelers. The feeling from her was that we “travelers” don’t follow the rules and always interrupt things.

I called her on it instantly and said, “I’m not like the others.” I was very abrupt when I said it and the woman recognized that I had heard her thoughts. The feeling from her was slight embarrassment. She did not know I could hear what she was thinking. Unperturbed I shifted out of the scene. I don’t know if I did this intentionally or not but I felt unwanted when I shifted so I suspect with the feeling came a decision to let them be. My feelings were not hurt and I had no considerations about leaving other than to give them what they wanted.

I shifted into the building I had been inspecting before, only this time I was inside of it. As I walked through I noted that it felt somewhat like a church but not like any church I had ever been in. To my left was a hallway that curved off and I could not see where it led. To my right was an area set aside for gatherings and in it was a large, deli case with different foods inside. Children were sitting and eating parfaits topped with whipped cream and cherries. There were squares of cloth with children’s names posted on the walls. It felt like a classroom and cafeteria and church all in one.

As I walked through I was thinking how strange it was to be in this place. Everything was so foreign and it was definitely not “my” place in that the people there all seemed to know one another but no one knew me. I wondered why I was there but my guide did not answer me so my mind wandered. I saw a dark haired boy smiling as he gazed upon a gigantic sundae he was about to eat. His eyes were alight with anticipation. I knew there was nothing else on his mind except the delicious feast he was about to have.

Seeing the boy reminded me of my friend and I wondered aloud, “Maybe I will see him here?” When I thought this I asked myself, “What would I do if I saw him?” With these thoughts I felt myself grow unstable in the environment. All went dark and I soon felt my physical body laying in bed.

Discussion

As I lay in bed wondering about my OBE the guide who had been with me for the entirety of the experience asked me, “What did you think?” I said back, “I don’t know what to think. What was that?” Honestly, I was unimpressed but I’m not sure why. Had such an astral trip happened back in 2006 I would have been excited. For the last couple of years, though, OBEs have been “boring” me unless they include some kind of fantastic astral meeting that incites Kundalini energy. lol

Without needing to be told, I knew I had been taken to an astral world, one created by a group from a similar time period and area of the planet. In this case, the area where current day Israel and Palestine are located. I have no idea if the people were of that culture or not as I could not place their accents and the food and culture were unfamiliar to me. Similarly, I know little to nothing of the current culture of that area and people.

I have visited astral worlds before and had experience similar reactions by the inhabitants. They tolerate visitors but would rather they not be there. If visitors do happen upon their world they prefer they follow their “rules”, whatever they may be. Some worlds are more tolerant than others. This one was fairly tolerant but had not anticipated that I would hear their thoughts. In hindsight it was all very funny, especially the woman’s reaction. LOL I suspect she could hear my thoughts the entire time, but I had nothing to hide anyway. I don’t think she liked hearing that I thought her world was boring. Hahaha

In response to my thoughts, my guide related that the trip had been a lesson. I didn’t understand it, though, and was honest about the type of lessons I prefer. I asked to have more experiences where I feel Home and connected. I asked to get to experience that connection in waking reality on a full-time basis. I told her I was ready to try; eager in fact.

She reminded me that I was not ready still and I reluctantly agreed, though I am not sure why I’m not ready yet. It has something to do with timing and maturity, though not human maturity. She reminded me that time passes quickly and to not dwell on the passage of it for it will only make it seem to pass much slower.

For some reason the magnetic pull toward Home has been stronger than usual and with it has come the familiar frustration of knowing I cannot act on it. There comes with this daydreams and wishful thinking. It is only human and I won’t judge myself for wanting what I want. It is obvious what my current path and position is and I am accepting of it. But I still enjoy a good daydream now and then. 🙂

FYI: I Googled temples in Israel and the Temple of Jerusalem looks a hell of a lot like the building I saw in my projection. Similarly the images of food I found looked similar to what I saw at the cafe.

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OBE Meeting

Very active projection morning!

I woke at 5:30am with no dream recall and feeling very drowsy but rested. A song was on my mind – Human – specifically the part, “I’m only human after all, don’t put the blame on me.” Wide awake but wanting more sleep, I tried to settle down. That last thing I recall is the clock saying it was 6:03am.

OBEs

Over the next hour I had several projections. The memory of the first few are hazy but I do remember sitting up out of my sleeping body with each of them. I also recall traveling to a city, flying high over it and seeing the stars in the night sky. When I dropped down near the ground to investigate I entered an open mall type setting but it was unfamiliar, like in another country. The entire time I was conversing with someone I could not see but could feel, happily jabbering about looking for someone. In retrospect I believe the person I was looking for was him because it felt like we were playing a game of hide-and-seek.

I went up to several people, talking to them and checking to see if they were who I was looking for. I recall a jeweler being one of them and another being some guy just walking along the street. I purposefully walked instead of flying. Somehow I knew it was not acceptable to fly where I was even though that is how I arrived. This was the longest of the OBEs. I went into several buildings, spoke to many people, and explored the place like a curious child would. The whole time I was talking to my friend – a guide I assume.

In another OBE memory I sat up out of my body and wandered my house but the house was nothing at all like the one in this reality. On the second floor there was a veranda that overlooked the city and the views were spectacular. My husband was in the OBEs situated inside the house. I would see him working on the computer or walking around. I also saw my daughter briefly. When I saw them I would talk to them, always happily, and they would greet me and act normal, as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

I remember specifically one time sitting up out of my sleeping body thinking I had finally awakened from all the OBEs. As I wandered the house I noticed things that were out of place and became very tired. I told my husband I wanted to sleep, went back to bed and then “woke up” again to realize I was projecting. lol Projection within a projection. 🙂

As I neared the end of my projecting my memory of them increases. In fact, the second to the last one I was telling my invisible guide friend how I was going to focus on remembering them because “it was so beautiful” and “amazing”. lol

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OBE: January 1st

The second to the last projection began the same as the others. I sat up out of my sleeping body and looked around my bedroom. At the foot of my bed was a chest and on top of it a basket lined with fabric. Inside the basket were library books and a note that said, “Due January 1st”. I thought it odd that it was there and when I read the note all I initially recalled was “the 1st” but my friend said, “January 1st” and I saw it in my mind’s eye at the same time.

Taking note of the message I moved on, gliding toward the kitchen. I remember being fully aware that I was projecting and not wanting the experience to end. There was a brief fear that I would lose my perceptions because they were so acute but I never lost lucidity. It was so real and so exciting in that moment that I felt giddy like a child.

I went out double glass doors in the kitchen out onto a veranda that overlooked the city. It was dark and the night sky was dotted with stars so brilliant that I was blown away by their beauty. I began to sing about the sky and the sunrise and sunset. As I sang I flew up into the sky to look down on it all. As I rose I paused to look closely at the leaves of the trees nearly and delighted in every minute detail of them. They seemed to sparkle and the green of the leaves brightened substantially.

While in the sky I paused, controlling my ascent before I ended up in space, and looked down as I sang about the sun rising. The dark sky began to lighten with the first rays of the sun. I knew I was controlling it and delighted in this, quickly shifting my song to sunset and watching it grow dark again.

I was pulled back toward my physical body and I felt a distinct shift in vibration. I shifted back into the scene of my bedroom and started over again.

OBE: Meeting

I moved back toward the veranda but cannot remember how I got there. All I recall next is sitting outside face to face with a man. We obviously knew each other because I was completely at ease with him and there was a strong bond of friendship between us that could be felt.

My memories here are mostly of him sitting there cross legged and completely naked. lol His nakedness was not my focus, though. In fact, I seemed not to care at all that he had on no clothes. He was talking to me like an old friend would seeming to be asking me for advice. Yet at the same time I knew he and I had been assigned to one another for a period of time. He was assigned to me to help me and I was assigned to him to help him. In fact, I remember saying to him, “They assigned me to you.” Who “they” are was not discussed.

As we talked I was very close to him. My treatment of him was like I would treat someone I loved dearly. I was caressing his cheek with my hand and stroking his hair. At the same time I was taking in his appearance. He reminded me of one of The Beatles – his hair was long and black and messy and he had a pronounced, large nose. He also had a slight beard that was long enough for me to pass my fingers through. It grew straight rather than coarse and curly.

He said to me, “I wonder what it will be like to meet God? Do you think he will approve of me?” He seemed very pensive about this and genuinely concerned that God would not be happy with him, who he was or what he had done. I thought about his question and moved closer to him because at this point I had moved away and sitting across from him again. With his question I looked at him and understood his concern thoroughly. In that moment I could see all of his mistakes, all of his “flaws”….. all of his humanity. I said to him, “I don’t think God will be upset with you. He created you as you are, so why would he not approve of his own creation?” My friend smiled and seemed reassured but I wondered about his question.

I remember briefly wondering, “Why would he ask me that? Doesn’t he know that we are God?” Yet at the same time I knew the question was also meant to make a point. He wanted me to see that I, too, am only human. There is no shame in being human, in making “mistakes”, in being what God created me to be.

There was so much power in that moment. Not power as in feeling powerful, but power as in awareness. This man, whoever he was, was my friend and teacher, as I was also to him. It is intriguing to me that I knew about our “assignment” to one another. I also knew this assignment was temporary. The feeling between us, the feelings I had for him, were unique. Unique in that my reaction to him was intimate and familiar yet nonsexual. Had the human me been in attendance I would have felt uncomfortable and likely sexually attracted to him despite him not being my “type” at all. He towered above me – he was at least 6’3″ – and was broad shouldered and muscular, so he likely would have intimidated me as well. This is probably why he remained seated.

I knew he appeared to me completely naked as a means to share himself fully with me, without pretense. Completely “exposed” and vulnerable. I don’t know if I was naked, too. Probably since I seem to delight in it while OOB. lol

Afterward

Not long after this conversation I returned to my body, the song Human still going over and over in my mind. Settling into my body I felt slight vibrations and, though I tried to linger in the in-between, I woke fully because my first thought was that I needed to remember.

The man from the OBE was present upon my waking. His energy was to my left and I recognized him immediately. I had asked prior to sleep that I project or at least have an experience that would make me smile because at the time I had been feeling homesick again. I thanked this man – guide, friend – for giving me something to smile about. The feelings from the experience are some that I will forever cherish because I don’t have any relationships like that in this physical reality. Gender roles and sexual urges inevitably get in the way of that kind of intimacy and love. If only I could shut those things off and push taboo and belief out the window. To be able to be completely exposed and vulnerable with someone like that is so beautiful and right. What a wonderful gift and lesson he provided me.

He told me that we would meet like this again, though he said it could not be often. I understood why and didn’t object to it. Just knowing more meetings would come was enough for me. There was a sense that we were helping one another, but I am not sure exactly how or toward what end. I asked him if he had a physical body and he said, “We all do.” This came with an explanation without words. The closest I can come to it is our multidimensional nature. I asked if we were going to meet in physicality and was told, “No.”

I inquired about the part where I said, “They assigned me to you.” Who were “they”? I said, “Are they the Council?” His answer was to suggest I not try and understand via the human mind. He said it would be impossible to get an answer I would be satisfied with.

Even now I remember how his naked body looked. I recall the broadness of his shoulders, his black chest hair and how it extended down to his male parts. I even remember his male parts. lol Mostly I remember being in awe of his form – of the human form. How perfect it is! He really was quite beautiful and I mentioned this to him saying, “It is funny but had I seen your picture or had you walked past me in a crowd I would have thought you plain and maybe even unattractive. I would have not given you a second thought. Yet when I was close to you I saw you as beautiful because our connection is beautiful.” It was obvious to me that it is not appearance that determines connection but something much deeper. Not only that, but this connection can exist with any “stranger” if we allow ourselves to look beyond this physical facade.

After this meeting I feel different. I finally don’t feel alone. It is a relief because I have felt so very alone – abandoned –  for about a year now.

 

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Prompting from My Team

After yesterday’s sudden memory of dreamtime work, I found myself struggling with massive heart chakra fluctuations. I would go from feeling normal to suddenly being very emotional. I busied myself baking Christmas cookies for most of the day to avoid it, but there was always a feeling that my attention was needed elsewhere. There came with it an urge to sit at the computer and write, but I was afraid of what would come out.

Night Brings Memory

I desperately wanted to sleep and wake to a new day, but it seems that was not meant to be. I tossed and turned for a good three hours before I finally slept. In that time I would often slip into the in-between; on the edge of sleep and wakefulness. It was like when I crossed that “line” there was a floodgate opened and all that transpired previously – my “other” work – would return.

The memories would wake me up with a start and I would ask they be removed and they would. Yet some remained, enough for me to feel the urgency behind them and the prompting from my Team to allow these memories to remain.

Thankfully, I fell asleep and do not recall much of my dreams. I do remember once again being a teacher of children, this time high school aged. I felt very calm and composed despite their misbehavior. It is like I transformed into a much wiser, more patient guide to them compared to my actual time teaching in the physical.

I awoke much too early for my liking – 5:30. I felt immediately the presence of my Team. One was close and persistent. I would fall into the in-between and it seemed like he would slip into my consciousness symbols and memories. One such symbols I saw looked like a large pecan. I thought, “pecan” and was corrected by him – “chromosome”. I recognized the similarity and almost laughed but then got upset because I knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to get me to remember something and I was set against it.

Another memory came to me in a very detailed image of blueprints. They appeared to be blueprints for the building of some kind of machine. It was curious and I knew it belonged to a type of aircraft and that part of the blueprints included the platform on which it would land. I was curious but then again pushed it away as if yelling, “No!” Yet the memory remains solid in my mind even now.

As I tried to settle into my heart center I felt this assistant nearby. I received communication from him on behalf of my Team. “We want you to Remember. It is of the utmost importance”.

I do want to, but then I don’t. I am conflicted.

I received communication that I would Remember. I was told I would be “visited”. I am not sure what that means nor do I really care. I can request it be saved in my subconscious to be remembered later.

Prompting 

Though I do not open the doors to the full communication, I can feel what it is They want me to do. They want me to fully accept what I Know and am Remembering. This includes sharing it with others. The reason I feel urged to write is to share what I am experiencing and Remembering. This is part of my mission here. It is meant to be more involved than I am allowing it to be.

I have a strong draw to connect with others like myself. At first I was just reading other blogs and websites and perusing Facebook. Now, though, I am feeling a strong urge to connect with certain groups and people – meaning send them emails or telephone them. I resist, though, because to connect with these group and people means I am accepting my experiences and knowingness fully. I am not sure I am there yet. Some of these groups and people are very “out there” in their beliefs and experiences. There are contactees, abductees, Starseeds, channelers, and others. I am drawn to them very strongly. I feel like I have to talk to them, but about what I have no idea.

Shifting into Alternate Dimensions

I wanted to add one more thing before I forget again. The reason I am struggling to fall asleep is that as I slip into the in-between I feel a strangeness come over me. It is an odd feeling that I cannot describe and it unsettles me. It reminds me of previous experiences I have had where I feel that pieces of me are leaving or returning. It scares me but really I should not be scared. When I feel this fear my Ego driven consciousness awakens and the feeling subsides. But it returns as soon as I near sleep.

I am told I am shifting into alternate dimensions. I cross over the veil or whatever it is that divides this world from the next. The feeling is my energy body moving out of my physical body but not in the way that is usual with an OBE. There are no vibrations like with OBE. It is subtler and hard for me to understand. It has to do with a new ability I have not fully awakened to (I am doing it but it has not fully integrated with this consciousness yet) and the crystalline body is involved.

When I shift is when the memories come flooding in. I feel different when this happens. Like I am me but I am not me. I suspect this feeling is my Companion taking the pilot seat and me stepping back. Except that I don’t step back. I freak out when the Knowingness and the strange feeling takes over.

I will say that the urges I am feeling to connect with others like myself and to speak up about what I am going through are getting stronger and stronger. I almost blurted out to my husband, “I am talking to aliens” but held back this morning because I was not ready to get into a long dialogue about it. But I suspect I will eventually blurt out something soon enough if this urgency, this prompting of such intensity, continues.

I know why I am so resistant. The urgency and the intensity of it scares me. I feel unable to control it and the things I Remember and experience. This creates fear and resistance from the Ego and is in the way. I am told I will “relinquish”. Probably. They are always right.

 

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Healing from Evanlon

At about 3pm CST yesterday the energy began to intensify and my third eye and heart chakra were buzzing intensely. I also began to feel an energy wrap around the back of my head.

When I questioned my Team, I heard, “We are here” and I felt a pang in my heart like I had been waiting for whatever it was that was happening.

Rekindling

My husband had given me time alone of almost 4 hours when all this intense energy began to materialize. I spent quite a bit of time doing relaxing things – I took a bath, I meditated and then I lay in the afternoon sun. It was nice!

Later I got a sudden strong emotional draw to my husband. All I wanted to do was be close to him; to feel him, hug him, love him. I got all giddy like a teenager in love! This surprised my husband and me, too. I have not felt this way in years, probably since right after my second son was born in 2011.

Healing Dream

I woke suddenly around midnight with thoughts of an awful Yahoo article I read yesterday. A baby had been found dead in the family’s oven. She had been put there by her two, 3-year-old siblings when all three of them had been left unattended. I could not get the upset over it out of my mind. How must her mother feel? How could she ever love the children who did this in the same way? Why would those children even do such a thing!?

I requested help and though I did not hear anything back I began to feel comforted in knowing that the little girl was okay and in good hands. She had wanted to experience this as had her siblings and mother. Though this helped somewhat it was still hard for me to understand why anyone would agree to die in such a way.

I fell into a dream in which I was meeting with a man who was quite eccentric in dress and manner. He was young, perhaps mid-twenties and was a Reiki practitioner. We were meeting because he was to give me healing.

I recall lots of things about the dream, which indicated the types of things I was healing. Issues regarding my mother, the oven incident I had just woke upset over, and other issues related to the lower three chakras. What was most interesting was the intense attraction I felt to the healer I was working with. I wanted to be close to him but he kept me at arms length always, yet somehow I received healing.

Meeting Evanlon (Ee-van-lawn)

I woke at 6:45am wide awake and in the midst of speaking with the man from my dreams. I knew much more than I usually do about what my dreams mean. In fact, I knew I had been with him to do specific healing to “clear away debris” from my lower chakras.

I asked who he was. He said, “I am an experiencer like you”. I saw him traveling between individuals he helped and remembered how my Companion told me that Earth travelers travel in pairs, one as the experiencer and the other as an assistant.

According to my guide, a spirit guide is “a traveler of the Earth Plane who is assisting others who are traveling the Earth Plane.” This assistance can take many forms, but essentially, the two travel the Earth Plane together – one as the Assistant (or Guide) and one as the Experiencer (us).

Excerpt from Spirit Guide Meditation by Dayna Stone

I said, “You mean Earth traveler?” He said, “Yes”.

I saw in my mind a map of the U.S. around the states of Kentucky, Tennessee, Mississippi, Alabama and Georgia. I saw that he traveled in this area, but that didn’t make sense.

map“Are you in a body, too?”

He said, “Yes”. I wondered if perhaps the map I saw was where he lived in the U.S. and traveled there as part of his “work”. I felt this to be true.

He then provided me with more answers. I knew he was part of my Team and that he was also “on assignment”. He told me, “We are not meant to meet [in the physical]. We have different courses”.

His primary role is as a healer, though he may not fully recognize this in his physical form. He assists others in his group when they need healing. He was now assisting me. I wondered if he was part of my Team. He confirmed he was. I asked if he had worked on me (healing) before and he said, “Yes, many times before and I will so in the future”.

I asked what my role was, was I also a healer? He said, “You have a different role”, but he did not tell me what it was. I knew/know it is more of an adviser-type role. Like a counselor or guide.

I began to fall into the in-between while speaking with him. I wanted to know more specifics and believe this occurred specifically so that I would not doubt the information I was receiving.

I heard a name that sounds strangely like Avalon. I wondered about it and then saw, “Evan” very clearly written in my mind. Then heard the name Evanlon. It was pronounced very slowly and clearly and I repeated it back. I wondered, “Strange name, should I call you Evan?” I received only a repeat of the full name. Now that I am waking I wonder if perhaps he was giving me his Earth name and that he is called Evan Long here? Not sure I will ever know.

I saw then a vision of a bright light in the sky. It looked like a meteor up close brilliantly blazing white but it was standing still. Then it began to fall down. I repeated, “It will fall three feet from you” over and over and this along with the repeating vision caused me to come out of my reverie.

When I awoke I knew the message was for me to expect a “visit”. The light in the sky was a ship, our ship. I heard Evanlon say, “We are helping you prepare for the exchange”.

“Exchange? Like what you told me about before?” I asked, surprised.

“Yes, but it is not as you expect. You are preparing. Enjoy this time of preparation”.

I got a feeling that this “preparation” was a time of calm in my life when I could fully immerse myself in experiencing. This exchange to come was not as clear to me and I am not sure I will ever be able to understand it completely. I actually thought it had already occurred. Perhaps not?

I saw then a vision of the inside of this “ship” and it was very plain with whitish-silver looking walls that appeared seamless, as if dome shaped. I saw others but only as silhouettes. I tried to get a clear look at Evanlon but he kept referring me back to the image of the man from my dream.

“What do you look like?” I asked. He said, “We take many forms. To you I would appear to be silver”. I saw a rainbow of colors on a silhouetted form, as if the individual shimmered.

“What race are you?” I asked.

This did not register to him. I felt that he did not classify himself this way.

“Where do you come from?” I asked instead.

“From beyond your sun”, he said. I asked for clarification.

“Pleiades”, I heard back.

“Where is our ship now?” I asked.

“Beyond your sun but it is not in your time. It is of another dimension”.

I didn’t quite understand. He explained it was not in the realm of Spirit. The description I received was of an energy body with form and shape that could be changed/altered. I had seen this in my OBEs before. It is beautiful.

I fell into the in-between again and again saw a map of the U.S. This time I heard, “Detroit” and saw a fire blazing in a factory-like building. I associated it instantly with the auto industry. Whether this is a premonition or a past event, I do not know.

Awake again, I focused more on the feeling I had when I was with Evanlon in my dream. I asked him about it. He said, “You recognized me. You wanted to reUnite. But that cannot be. We will reUnite when you return to us.”

I asked if this was “sex” because that is how I perceived my attraction to him. The reply was that it was similar but much more. It was an submersion into the other. I saw an exchange of places but within a joined space/energy. The feeling of it is beyond bliss; beyond anything we humans could conceive of. It is not sexual, though sex is the closest we humans can come to its understanding. I also felt this happens when we return “home” – with everyone.

I laughed and thought, “So we have a big homecoming orgy?”

The response I got was that it was not something that could be explained in human terms and orgy was not a good word for the occurrence.

Considerations

I feel strangely calm this morning after all that happened in the night and upon waking. All I can say is that I am open to whatever is about to occur. I feel ready, though I am not sure for what. I do not really understand what this coming “exchange” is.

 

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Guideposts, Preparation Stages and Targets

I have been in constant comm with my guide today. I woke up with him there and he has stayed close throughout the day. When I do my “check-in’s” during the day (the 5 minutes mini-meditations I was told to start doing yesterday morning), as soon as I close my eyes and focus on my third eye and heart a warmth spreads over me which originates from my heart space and spreads outward. Sometimes this warm energy, this “welcoming” energy, starts as soon as I sit down, before I even have a chance to tune in. When that happened today I actually laughed and I swear I saw him standing there in front of me with a smirk on his face.

I’ve been spending a lot more time outside than I was, too. Today while I was walking with my youngest my guide and I had a full-on communication cycle. We discussed the safeguards I put in place prior to this life and the personal guidance system, or navigation system, we all have when we incarnate in physical bodies.

Guideposts, Preparation Stages and Targets

I recalled prior knowledge of before this incarnation. It was not vivid, like a specific memory, but more of a knowing of the process that occurs before we descend into a human body, or any physical body for that matter. I saw that I practiced this life through a sort of simulation process where I enacted over and over again certain points in my life that were important – points that I did not want to get wrong, couldn’t get wrong or else I might go off course. I did not see exactly how this was done but if felt like I actually rehearsed, similar to how actors rehearse for a big production of a play. Yet I did not rehearse everything – only certain things. These specific scripts which I practiced over and over beforehand are to help guide me, acting like “guideposts” to get me to the next big “target” in my life. These targets are spread all over my life and vary. Some may even be considered inconsequential by the looks of them by an observer, but they are not. Others are more obviously big life events such as marriage, the birth of a child or graduation from college. I did not ask what mine were – I knew that was not allowed.

I was told that most of life is spent in what my guide called “the preparation stage”. With this I saw a graph depicting long plateaus with sporadic peaks in between. The plateaus are these preparation stages.  During these “down times” we have not planned specifics of our life. It is left to us to decide what to do and what direction to go. The only planned thing we do during this time is prepare for our next target. This is mostly done unconsciously either while we sleep or via our multidimensional aspects. Very little of what we actually do in physicality is important. It is, in actuality, a time of free will exploration of self. At least that is how it is for me. Some people planned their lives in more detail. I, for some reason, wanted to allow this dead time to see how I would respond to it without there seeming to be any “direction”.

For some reason at this time in my life I being allowed to view some of the background work that is being done behind the scenes. I was told point blank that I am currently in a “preparation stage”. I have no idea what I am being prepared for other than that it is my next “target”. I was reassured that I was on the correct and predetermined path I set for myself. I think perhaps my path looks like a maze made up of squiggly lines rather than a straight road!

My guide told me that during this preparation stage I will be learning how to be more in tune; integrating the spiritual and physical aspects and using them together as they were meant to function. As with all preparation stages I can decide how I want to spend my Earthly time as it makes little difference at this point in time. I’m not exactly sure how to take this news. Is it good or bad? Hmmm.

I wondered then, if I did something drastic wouldn’t it affect my life if done during this time? I was told that my navigation system would warn me if what I decided to do was too “drastic” which just basically means too far off course to be viable.

Think of it this way: We are piloting a craft, our body/life here on Earth. But we are doing so while in the dark. The only way we know that we are on course is by tuning into the built in navigation system of the craft. This was installed prior to life to our individual specifications. The system will not tell us where to go but it will tell us when we go off course. It does this by sounding “alarms”. These alarms come in many different packages from illness to dis-ease and strange life happenings that seem coincidental but are not. The more in-tune one is to this system (meaning the more you know it is there and how to use it) the better. Yes, the warning system will be heard regardless but it does not mean we will know what it means and listen. However, if you know what it means and how to tune in to determine how to stay on track then you can avoid the uncomfortable after effects of a “close call”.

Interestingly, I have been well tuned to my navigation system all my life. “It just needs some tweaks”. At least that is what my guide says. What that means I don’t know. Perhaps I just need a little less stubbornness and a little more love. 🙂

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Disengagement Brings Humility

So I guess you’ve all figured out that I have been having a huge freak-out these last few days. It’s unwarranted, really. There’s no reason other than that I was reacting to things not turning out quite how I would’ve like them to. This is a normal pattern for me. Too many losses in a short period of time and I shut down and my Ego takes over and throws a “tantrum”.

Big Fail

The biggest loss for me has been my business venture. Despite doing everything “right”, sales are very slow and I’m not reaching my goals. I don’t understand what I did wrong except that maybe I just chose the wrong product or maybe it is that too many people have discovered the business and so it is inundated with too many similar products. Whatever it is, I have accepted the loss. I am no longer as upset as I was, but I am disappointed for sure.

Too Many Expectations

I realized that I had too many grand expectations of what was to come for me spiritually once I left my job. I stupidly thought that once I eliminated the stress and wasted time of going to and from work, that it would free me up to receive more spiritual insight and have more spiritual experiences. I thought everything would kick into high gear and I would be “enlightened” further by Remembering more and connecting more intensely with my Higher Self.

How naive.

What it seems is really happening is the opposite. I left work and have more time but everything spiritually has come to a standstill, or it appears that way.

I also had a grand idea of what it would be like to teach my middle son. He has been anything but compliant. I have been having to bribe him to do “school”, which I have found is a big mistake. So I am changing tactics and so far it is working. We do “projects” together and he is much more willing to cooperate. I am finding he is much better at writing his letters than I thought and his big heart is what leads him to want to learn to do more. We spend a lot of time making cards for people he loves and playing games together. So different than I expected yet I am learning a great deal about my son and just how big his heart is.

This was what he made today:

jade

letter to jade

Sick and Disengaged

Instead of spiritual enlightenment I got a nasty cold. I am still recovering, but it is so much better. I only have a slight cough in the morning now. I realize that this illness is likely a result of incorporating the higher energies which involves much purging of the old. It is no surprise then that my Ego would throw a tantrum. It is a normal part of the process.

I forgot, of course, all of this, and so disengaged further from my Team of guides and assistants. To my Ego mind it was all “their fault” which further angered me and distanced me from them.

I stopped tuning in after waking in the mornings. Instead I was angry and withdrew. It was not that my Team was not there but that I did not want to listen or acknowledge them.

Suggestions

When I awoke this morning I was less angry and so more open. I heard instantly, “Nothing has changed but you”. I felt the energy begin to build in my back at my heart center and it suddenly stopped. Instantly I recognized that I stopped it. And I understood. They were always there; always are there. And really, nothing has changed in my life except my perception of it. It shut me down and cut me off from them.

I had heard them, too. I remember. I heard them say, “Do not resist” and I ignored them. I felt their energy many times over the past few days and I shut myself down to it. It was like I was trying to punish them – but it only served to punish me.

With this understanding I relaxed and began to accept. I was then instructed to resume my morning meditation and asked to do a type of fasting today – a liquid only diet where I drank my food. I can have dairy and veggies and fruits. This is only for today, so not a full-on cleanse and I am not completely sure why I am doing it but I will do it without resistance. I have been eating vegetarian with fish, but recently I made an entire dinner of fish with rice and veggies and when I ate the fish and rice they tasted “off” so I only ate the veggies while my kids scarfed down the entire meal. I should’ve known something was up then.

The message this morning was a reminder that right now I am learning to incorporate the spiritual into my daily life – it is learning to balance the two but its not what I had previously thought. The balance comes with continual tuning in throughout the day so as to not get swept up into the mundane which can completely shut off our spiritual lifeblood. It is like turning on and off a faucet. Right now I am being shown it is dripping, but what it should be a continual stream flowing in. To do this requires set breaks throughout the day where I shut off all distraction and tune in. It does not mean hours or even a half hour but maybe 5 to 10 minutes only. This should be scheduled in three to six times a day depending on the need. This is in addition to morning and nightly tuning in. These are not necessarily “meditation” breaks either. They are sitting quietly away from distractions (no phone, no t.v., no computer) and focusing on the third eye and heart at the same time, ideally in nature or near an open window so the sun’s rays can be felt/sensed.

With two very busy children this will be a challenge. I will see how it turns out today. I am told if I do this that I will notice my edginess lessening and my mind clearing.

It seems always that I take one step forward and two steps back. Time to step forward again.

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What Preceded the Question

Many of you may be wondering why I posted the question I did yesterday. Time to explain.

As I went about my day yesterday, I did not have much time to communicate with my guide, yet he seemed to want to get something through to me.

It began with me breaking down into tears for seemingly no reason after I returned home from the gym. My main thought was that I felt I had not achieved enough in this life; that my purpose was not met. I also grieved over something that I cannot put into words. It was like I was losing a part of myself or maybe just letting it go.

As the day continued, messages continued to pop into my thoughts. They came out of nowhere and other times I would find myself in a conversation with my guide that I had not noticed previously. I would go in and out of this mode. I know another part of me was discussing much with my guide while this other part was focused on mundane living.

Life in the New

I began to catch interesting conversations that made me pause and wonder what was going on. One conversation was about the day-to-day goings on of the New Hue-mans, those that will survive and advance to the next “level”. We were talking about how different things would be in the New; how those things which occupy so much of our time and energy would no longer be of consequence (appearance, clothing, socialization, etc). I remember wondering what we will do with our day and asking, “What will it be like?” I was shown a routine very much unlike my own.

I saw the early morning and a child and her family waking with the sun. The first thing they did was “re-charge” the body by ingesting a liquid form of nourishment. It was clear and appeared gel-like but liquid at the same time. This took no more than a few seconds and I recognized that the body was treated like a mode of transportation – kept in good working condition similar to a car or maybe a horse. I think more like a horse in that there is a love for the body, more than any love someone might have for a car. This re-charging was done throughout the day when needed. It seemed the typical foods we are use to eating (and enjoying) were gone and replaced by these energy-type drinks and lots of fruits and vegetables.

There was no focus on appearance. None. Clothing was nondescript being white or gray and looked long like a robe. Time was spent equally between spiritual pursuits and mundane activities. Much time was devoted to balance in all areas. I saw much dedication to education, both of the young and the old alike. When I asked what it was they were doing all day I could not understand what it was I was shown. It appeared too advanced and invovled much mental and spiritual energy.

I do know that we live communally. No more individual family abodes. Everyone has a job, one they choose based upon their particular desire for expansion in this area. I know I will be a teacher of the children, but not like I was here. This is a different type of teaching, one in which the children are taught how to tune-in, balance and communicate in ways we only are beginning to do now.

The children will be raised together – all of them regardless of parents, race or age. The adults will work at a team. I see what I am being told is “pair bonding”, something like a relationship but without all the strings and attachments we have today. Sex exists but on a different level – not a purely spiritual one but one that is balanced and in harmony with the physical and spiritual. No jealousy or guilt trips, no insatiable urge for sex or sexual release. Bonding is beyond sexual and I see it as an energetic component special between a pair. One can have more than one pair bond.

Preparing for a Journey

Later in the day I was again caught up in mundane activities but heard a question I had heard before. “If you only have a certain amount of time left to live, what would you do?” I ignored it. Yet I was aware a conversation continued despite my disinterested.

That was when the question I posted was asked of me. It came along with a very strong push or urge to “pay attention”. At first I thought there was a message on FB for me (there was but it didn’t show up until late that night). I felt this urgency but did not understand it. I got frustrated because my third eye was pulling very intensely for seemingly no reason. I noted two articles posted on FB, one about an earthquake in AZ and another about solar flares. Both seemed to be important. When I saw the earthquake I felt there would be more.

Later, I heard an airplane flying very closely to my house and I got nervous, thinking it would crash into my house. I was not afraid, just felt, “It’s time already?!”

Once I was able to be alone, I recognized that the question asked of me was to allow me to consider why I was preparing like I was. “Baggage” is not allowed where we are going. This baggage is emotional connections to those who will not be joining us. We must say our goodbyes. We must accept that they are not ready to move on.

This particularly was about my own mother. In the past I’ve had such a strong worry about her well-being that I delayed for 7 years moving from my old home until I knew she was cared for and not alone. Prior to that, in 2006, I had an experience where I was going OOB through my crown chakra. I became fully aware of it and panicked thinking I was leaving for good and yelled, “No! I can’t leave her (my mom)”. So I understand that this kind of baggage will be too heavy to take with me. I must be as Light as possible for this journey.

Preparation

We are preparing for a journey. I won’t say for sure that it means we will be taken away in ships to save us from an Earth cataclysm. However, it feels that way. We cannot go where it is safe if we are carrying too much baggage. There is a “weight” limit. That is why I was being asked how I would prepare as were you. If you knew you would never see certain family members again (and you know which of those it is), how would you say goodbye? How would you unburden yourself so that you had no hesitation when the time came to leave?

There can be no hesitation.

BTW, this morning I thought first off, “I will bring food that I like that will not exist after the cataclysm. Snickers bars or something with sugar. I will miss sugar”. LOL