Prologue

Portals and portal systems, light and dark portal systems is the subject on which the month begins…….Accompanying this, so intriguing to me, is another kind of portal through which for the second time in just weeks, I am entering into movie and book scenes. It reminds me of how I can sometimes shift through the crystal when doing the crystal work. Or even shift through a single still frame after taking a snapshot into whole, vast new other worlds. Or even through the tiny bright light particles that flash out at me through open space. Somehow my vision has always been capable of shifting down into the quantum, of “seeing” at a molecular level, isolating discrete particles, entering them, observing and experiencing what is inside. Something new, it seems, is beginning to happen with-and-through this capacity this month.

Along with this, and along the same line as portals, departed loved ones are more regularly reaching through to me. There seems to be a meeting place where we are all gathering, for what purpose I am not sure yet but the collective energy is strong, as well as capable—of reaching out, capturing and garnering my energy and attention. So many who have passed on to larger life are
reaching out to me at this time. Including dad *it is his birth month, as well as the month of Father’s Day. It is common for us to connect the month of June, but along with him there are just so many others. There must be a reason.

There is one final noteworthy repeating theme >>

Turning corners.

….

Dream Titles

• Portal system, chess board coordinate war
• Staying — in the saddle and in the game
• With an older man in a white truck, clearing out an office of junk food
• First with Darr, then Ryn; divorce
• Alien world, german shepherd, “happy” patch, placebo pills
• Ancient tribal Island peoples, family ties, rights of passage
• Contact from the recently deceased, data exchange
• Hospital, healing meditation, dinner dates
• I am introduced to a negative but not entirely malevolent species
• A young woman is kidnapped, syndicate and government ties
• Lessons on the way of the long journey home
• The spider’s web, ( work ), ongoing chaos and drama
• Flowers from my garden — data, DNA and species propagation
• A really odd kind of reunion, gathering of souls
• Zero sleep, body shock
• A security or exploratory team gathers ground level information on a past event
• I am taken again — shown Ethiopia and upheaval in the tectonic plates
• Spirit guidance, another brief contact with the recently deceased
• Intense inner energy, really weird sleep pattern
• Cleaning out freezers, no name in court, a man takes my hand
• Etheric space, gathering advance intel
• No data
• Massive, persisting headache ( no dreams, just pain )
• The choice point, light and dark
• Using my magic,—floors, walls, large locked door
• Library, learning, alchemically transforming information into a drinkable aqueous solution

….

June 30, 2023

Library, learning, alchemically transforming information into
a drinkable aqueous solution

I am going to heavily compress this one: >>>> It is night as I head off to the library with one other male. It is a learning institution. I am taking college level courses. Some are on natural survival. There are tests. All areas open out into others where additional information and events are being moved through. There is one male student, I hold him in very high regard, he is brilliant, he has learned to condense data and alchemically transform it into a liquid form. I am accustomed to drinking the aqueous solution, which at the same time is both clear and emerald green, but not everyone is. It is my job to clean, purify and disseminate the knowledge.

Two of the first people I bring it to are Rob and Kalina. I introduce Rob to the solution, he sees I am drinking it, I explain it all to him and drinks some. He gets a super big hit off it. He asks if it is always like this. I say it is only in the beginning, eventually his system will acclimate to the process. In the meanwhile I am returning some things to Kalina, to their overall household. The items all seem colorful paper products. Colorful notepads, streamers and other things I don’t even quite recognize. I can feel their children, Jeremy and Lilith in the background.

June 29, 2023

Using my magic,—floors, walls, large locked door

I am being encouraged to use my magic to transform the floors and walls of these rooms. Where am I? .. there are so many layers superimposed, but in this one there is the idea of a fortress, a garrison or a castle. I can see where I have started and stopped. Behind me the floors are all a white clay substance, ahead of me there are beige tiles, a man sitting on the toilet in a small bathroom area. I extend my arms forward and send energy through my fingers to complete the transformation of the area ahead even while the man sits here. My attention now draws to the door.. the hour of dusk is approaching and the others will try to get in. The door must be bolted. 

The task of bolting the door is a difficult one because the deadbolt is stuck in the socket and needs to be manually released. When I finally do get it out and the door closed I see the frame is pulling away from the door as much as an inch, leaving a wide crack. The door does bolt but just barely. It is going to take some men standing at the door to brace it to help prevent it from coming down. I see the size of one of the other men in relation to one of our own. Our own men are quite large and muscular but they are like nothing standing next to the others. Who are taller by whole feet, our own man’s head standing barely shoulder height of this other. 

In the next layer of superimposition I am in a more contemporary house, I am working at something but cannot say what. Dusk is upon us, we have to get to the outside to get our evening meal from the back grill area if we hope to have a meal. I am saying this to someone and realize now that it is Darr. I realize also that we do not have to go through the front and around to the back, we can just go through the back sliding glass door. This will save us time and potential harm. The meal awaiting us I know is a meatless chili and rice. I do not know that we will get to it. I have moved to a side sofa and am looking through luggage and bags for a bowl in which to put the food. BUT >>>

Dusk is turning to dark, and I am beginning to wake, at the very time dark is turning to day IRL. There is something that happens in the awareness of this juxtaposition, these synchronous inversions, something I begin to touch but there is not the time to explore it fully—the transition is too brief and I am already beginning to scan for the dreams that happened earlier in the night.

They are so close and yet also so far. I held them clearly mere hours ago. Now I can’t quite reach them. It would seem this ( what I have written ) is the more important for today.

There is something here I must investigate more deeply.

June 27, 2023

The choice point, light and dark

It is one of those nights wherein I am having the same dream all night long— the basis of it is the light and the dark, the good and the bad, coming down to the choice point and making the choice. Every scene, every detail that plays out is about the push to make the choice. I recall a ( negative ) young boy tribe coming through and getting into other people’s food. I say “tribe” because although they are all white men their appearance is the same and they are all wearing loin cloths. They did not find, or get into my food because it was on a bottom shelf where I knew it was less likely to be accessed by anyone save myself. I feel relief that it is still there in the end. 

Following this there is a lot of wandering, of not knowing my coordinates relative to where I am going, and of right angle turns at various streets. All these right angles are surely forming a geometry of some kind – ( it occurs to me as I type this ) – but I cannot see it. I have only this underlying gist of the night’s events. My body is still experiencing exhaustion from the weekend, as well as heightened aches and pains. I could work longer at the recall but my mind is already growing active. I am going to leave it here at this. Log out.

June 26, 2023

Massive, persisting headache ( no dreams, just pain )

My work weekend is over, but I went to bed with an excruciating headache and woke with it at 7:30am <– nothing was going to get through that wall of pain. I talked myself back to sleep, hoping that more rest would mean more time to heal. The next time I wake it is almost 1pm, 6 hours have gone by, I feel like I could sleep through the whole day and it still might not be enough. The headache is persisting. It feels like a hot iron is pushing through my right temple. I could probably fall off again, I should, probably, but I am going to get up and make my breakfast smoothie, then lay back down to drink it while I make my internet rounds. The thought of my smoothie always makes me happy. It is always sooo good.

June 25, 2023

No data

Woke to an alarm, only 5-6 hours sleep, no time for recall — just hit the ground running.  
(  sad, sad, sad  ).

June 24, 2023

Etheric space, gathering advance intel

I have been making a habit these past couple weeks of hanging around the etheric and gathering data. I find myself doing this again last night and early this morning. I am walking around the perimeter of the house and amongst other things, checking on how the new tomato plants are doing. I am surprised at just how well they are doing and find myself knowing they are going to make it. This makes me very happy. Deeper into the fields I can see I am with a group of people. The group is comprised of equal parts men and women. The setting is bare bones, like no real construct has been built around us. There are just neutral colored walls, or spaces, and corners I am turning. I am asking one of the women if she wants to go on a nighttime train ride to somewhere. When she doesn’t want to go I ask some of the others. No-one really wants to go. It is night and everyone is settling in. This is as far as I can see. It is just a snippet.

As I am waking a scenario is building in my mind— it is building around a feeling that has been coming on me lately, a feeling of dread and decay. I see a future kind of Earth. I am in a hotel-like apartment room that is dank and dark, some people are talking about cockroaches in the hallway. I sense I am heading off, outside the overpopulated cities. I can see a small area, not too far out but enough out that the living is much nicer. This is what I am looking for, the hope of a better life. There is sand, and trees, like a desert oasis. I can hear in my mind the word “Tialks”, the Tialks have taken it over. It is no longer safe to be there. 

>> there has to be somewhere — somewhere untouched >>
the sense of hope in me has not died.

June 23, 2023

Cleaning out freezers, no name in court, a man takes my hand

I wake really early again today, around the 5am hour. 
It is like my body is going into a natural “wake back back to bed” pattern. 

Up until now I have been in a house cleaning out the freezers, and more specifically organizing the items inside, working with the shapes, textures and colors of the packages to ensure they all nicely and securely fit. I specifically notice there are two freezers, not just one. When I go back in, roughly a half hour later I am in an experience that feels very good to me energetically. This generally means I am in a real ( contact ) experience with at least some of the others present in the event.

In one of the first bit of dramatics I am involved in, I am surprised at something. A young transgender person isn’t required to give their name in a court case. It makes no sense, everyone is required to give their name when going to court. Due to my surprise, Maria, the daughter of a previous care client begins to shame me. I don’t see why I should be shamed, this isn’t discrimination, it isn’t about the person being transgender, it is about the name being withheld. It is neither right nor fair. I am not sure how this would not make sense to anyone. 

Following this, there is activity, two discrete sets of activity with the two different males. It is very vague now, I can only see around the edges of it all and feel the general energy— this is the energy I am feeling as I am waking. It is due to one little action ( that is in actuality huge ) that happens.

The one man, who is very tall and idealic in his appearance, at the end of a long segment, while standing aside me secretly takes my hand. It is an intimate and unexpected gesture. We both have our eyes peeled to be sure the gesture is not seen. We are standing in a way in which it is not. The contact is at first of his left pinky finger which is slowly yet determinedly reaching out to mine. My own instinctually reciprocates. I am confused, though, actually, albeit in a nice way. I did not see this coming and do not wholly know why it is happening now.

It is as though he is wanting me to see him for who he is really is, and not relative to the information that has been playing out in the field. He is aware of himself and of me, I am still in standard dream awareness. Although this gesture has begun to rouse me. I wake with my heart in a really nice place. Feeling really good ( for a wonderful change ) in my body.

It used to be that I woke feeling good like this every day. It would be incredible to return to this. It is more the way I am accustomed to experiencing myself.

June 22, 2023

Intense inner energy, really weird sleep pattern

Last night was the night of the Summer Solstice. I did not even realize, I should have, though, by the crazy, chaotic pattern of my sleep ( if I can call it that ). I went to bed shortly after midnight. I was ready for sleep and fell right off, BUT …after only one cycle I was awake again. I kept getting up and down for no real reason. I would get up to use the bathroom but I did not particularly have to go. I got up for water but I was not thirsty. I got up just to stretch my legs. Etc.. I was antsy. This would have gone on even longer had I not forced myself to stay in the bed at a certain point. My sleep was light, and I continued waking at approximately the end of each sleep cycle the remainder of the night. Each time I found myself going over things that need taken care of work ( before I can leave ). And it would be some time before I could fall in again. Really weird night. Unable to get down into any real dream data.

June 21, 2023

Spirit guidance, another brief contact with the recently deceased

When I wake this morning it is after only 6 hours of sleep. 

I do feel rested and potentially ready to get up but it also feels good to just lay here on my back, feel the cool air and listen to the quiet. The dreams I recalled having earlier in the night are gone from me now just hours later. I find this curious until I realize I had gone to bed very late and decided to munch on tortilla chips while I kept myself awake to watch the last of a movie. Remembering now it makes perfect sense. I decide I will lay still here for awhile until I can see into something. I begin the process in the usual way, by asking myself “what am I seeing?” …. “what am I seeing?” After roughly 10 minutes, various odd hypnopomps begin coming in.

There is one I specifically remember, the very close up face of a man with dark, red tinged leathery skin. I see the desert town he is from in the background. I let these flashes go by and soon find myself in a house, cleaning. It is all very mundane. Washing dishes, doing laundry. I think it is Jean who is here at first ( my current care client ), or at least the idea of her. Solange is also here, a care worker I have worked with in the past who is very skilled at her job, and with household maintenance in particular. I am very happy when she arrives on the scene. 

At some point the cleaning takes me outside. The environment shifts from this house to Erich’s and I find myself outside on the driveway, sweeping and taking out trash. A young light skinned man with white blonde hair comes from the backyard down the driveway. He walks past me in the direction of the street where his car is parked with a curious look on his face. He decides to come out and ask, “who are you?” he says, in a light and interested way. “Oh, I am Casey” I say, as I move to shake his hand, “I am probably the last of the old schoolers around here now” thinking he is probably one of Erich’s newer students. 

As I say this the driveway is morphing into a glass walled solarium and the street into an indoor garage. A woman with bright orange hair and turquoise blue clothing is walking into the garage. She is very thin, I notice. Seeing us she decides to press her face into the glass to see who we are and give the sign that she is ready. To my utter surprise I see the woman is Carie! I think to myself “I guess I am not the last old schooler who is still around.” I open the door out into the garage and move in to give Carie a hug. She acknowledges me but mostly evades the hug, then moves toward the passenger seat of the car to get in. She does not look well. I wonder for a brief moment if she evaded my hug because I did not get the shots. I guess this blonde man is taking her somewhere. He smiles at me as he gets into the car.

One of the house cats, I notice, is in the way of the car being able to pull out. He looks like a soft grey and white tabby. I move to pick him up so the people can be on their way but after only a moment of holding the cat it wants down. I am trying to shoe her onto a table to help keep the path clear when I suddenly find myself once again back in physical space—near to no  s h i f t  at all. Due to this it takes me a few moments to collect the data I have just written. In the process I realize the blonde man with Carie ( who I will say again is recently deceased ) was a Spirit guide, who was certainly there to help me see something in particular. I feel like this could be that Carie is still hanging around. At Erich’s. This would make sense. She did love him so. But also she did not look well. I hope she is not tormenting herself. 

June 20, 2023

I am taken again — shown Ethiopia and upheaval in the tectonic plates

It has happened again.

The group who comes for me, who I do not like going out to is here. It is deep into the night, I would guess around 2am. The room is very dark and I am sleeping on the floor to the side of my bed when I feel the energetic signature and tractor beam lock on. It encompasses me, as though engulfing me, like a dark shadow that is eating me whole — this is what my experience OF it is like. I begin screaming through to my physical body, screaming out the single word “help!” It takes a moment but I finally do reach myself. I surface in the bed, where it takes a moment more to realize what has just happened. The waves are thick, though, and they are already pulling me under again. 

I am alert enough once in here to see into the etheric frequency bandwidth, the etheric version of my physical room, the larger structure it is resting in and my position here on the floor aside my bed. There is another attempt of the group to take me, I resist hard and call out “not while I am still awake!”, leaving open the possibility the group is positive and it is just my experience of it that seems so frightening. I still do not know who is on the other end of this and I do want the opportunity to find out. “Why” I wonder “does this one group always so alarm my central nervous system?” I push through their lock on me, stand and head toward my bedroom door.

The thought is to check the front door to the house, to see that it is locked. I walk through my bedroom door and head downstairs, feeling my dad in the larger second room on this upper floor. There are no lights, the whole house is dark, as though the dead of night. When I get down to the door, I try it. Darned if it hasn’t been left unlocked. I lock it myself and head back up the stairs to my room. Again feeling dad in the larger second room at the top of the steps. “Dad” … “why is dad here?” I wonder. I can see no more after having this thought. I find I am still trying to push through to physical space. Where in an intoxicated state of cognitive dissonance, though realizing what has been happening, I get up use the bathroom. I don’t feel well, my body hurts, and I have thrown something in my right hip area again. I have to be very careful as I walk. 

Once I am back in the bed I fall right in;
when I surface again, ( inside the fields ), I am sleeping on the floor to the side of the bed.

This time the room I am in is one I have just recently moved into. I have moved in before the previous occupant, a college aged female has even moved all the way out. She still has many of her boxes scattered all over the center of the room. They are not typical brown cardboard moving boxes, they are smaller and perfectly square, each is white with either red or blue etched into them. I am sleeping on my stomach and can feel I am wearing no top ( ie: half out of body ) when I sense the girl, accompanied by another approach the door. Rather than knock they just open the door and enter ( as though it were still their space ). The action perturbs me slightly. I can hear their mild shock at the sight of me and I listen to them talk amongst themselves for awhile—until I decide to push through and join in the conversation. They are just here to remove the rest of the girl’s boxes. I tell her it is good she has come, that tomorrow I was going to clear the space and put them all out in the hallway. Her timing has been good. 

As the girls set about their work I begin to notice that on the two opposing walls she has whole wall-sized clear cellophane sheets with large world maps engraved into them. There is a young child here now, I think he is a boy, maybe 7 years old. The girl calls out an area on the map to him, which I hear at the time but do not recall now. I want to say Spain, or Ecuador, but it isn’t quite right. The boy is to find it on the map, which he successfully does. The next thing I know I am in the ocean. There is a family out here floating on drift. The wife is hurt. The husband, who is with his young son wants me to put a crystal he is handing me into her back jean’s pocket. “Maybe it can help her or bring her luck” he says. I do as he instructs, unbuttoning the flip on the pocket, placing the crystal inside, a small clear quartz cluster, and refastening the button. 

The boy and his father seem to be on or at the edge of a different land mass, ice shelf or tectonic plate than the wife and I, which I notice more fully as one of them screams out at something that has begun happening. I look over in the general direction of their duress.

The waters, ice and shelves along the sea floor have all begun to heavily shift. The masses are all crushing into one another, water is stained red with blood, the large sea creatures are being smashed and killed in all the upheaval. I see the dead bodies of hundreds of porpoises, dolphins, sharks and whales. We are next. The mass the wife and I are on is beginning to move fast as well, in a direction that is away from the boy and his father. I look to the front of us, in the direction the mass is moving to see the tall barren trees ahead which any moment we are going to crash into. Calmly focusing down into myself I say out with all my might “highest and greatest”, again and again, “in the highest light for the greatest good.”

By the third repetition the masses have settled, I am standing on sand and before me, walking in my direction is a dark skinned male with long hair and beard, wearing sandals and white, neutral colored cotton robes. He wears no shirt beneath the outer cape. I want to say he looks Ethiopian, ( was Ethiopia the location the boy was directed to on the map? It is possible ). He is approaching, eyes smiling heartwarmingly as he sees me. I have stopped the land masses from shifting. Or I have simply shifted from the frequency in which this is happening. Where am I now? Where is this? Who is this man who is approaching? >> to my knowing I never get to find out.

Through the shift back toward physical space I briefly see the wife I had just been with on a busy bus with her mother and son. It is just a normal, bustling and ALIVE day. The son is standing, his attention drawn to something on his mother’s lap. My attention fills the whole bus and expands out into the surrounding city. It could easily be a rural Ethiopian town or village.

Again I can only wonder what in the world I have just been shown.

So. much. information.

__________

Note: this experience comes just after having posted this frame for the world to see:

June 19, 2023

A security or exploratory team gathers ground level information on a past event

A team of people with devices in their hands are walking up a hallway, approaching doors and scanning them. There is a golden-amber light to the space. It seems this is being done after some kind of event. I don’t know. It seems these people are from the future and are exploring an event back in the past. They look human, not far off, even, from modern day human. I am observing them, I think as point consciousness and listening. After a few moments, one of the men approach a door, scan it and say a name. It is the name of a male, I hear it clearly, I am surprised I have ( consciously ) heard it so clearly. I am fluctuating between here and physical space. In physical space I can hear myself repeating “tides2dust” over and over again. Is it because the man’s name that has been called out is “Eric”?.. It is possible, but I am not certain. 

This experience in itself is really fascinating, I am observing it for a clear reason but what that reason is I no longer know, consciously, anyway. I wish I could see deeper, I am beginning to wake and I am so exhausted that I am touching only fragments ( there is too much body pain, including headache ). I fell off hard last night after not having slept at all the night before and am waking, only partially right now 15 hours later. The team is still approaching doors, a female is scanning this one and she calls out the name “Kathryn ( or Katherine ) Crayton. [ Note: this is very similar to a person I met this past year, Cathryn Cayton, who I did a reading for which was quite remarkable 🕊 ]. 

As this occurs I am also flashing on earlier in the experience— I am on the road, at night, in a convertible, driving fast  >as though in a sports car<  through switchbacks. It would seem this was done to increase my lucidity. It is clear I am becoming more conscious as the speed at which the turns are being taken is much too fast and seamless and I begin to feel/alert to this. I begin to not be able to tell which lane I am in and therefore how to avoid colliding with oncoming traffic. I even call out at one point to a female in an approaching vehicle “which lane are you in?!” because in that moment I could not tell. It begins, ever so lightly to be clear I am not the one driving as we whisk by her. This “ride” goes on for awhile longer and then I am here, in the hallways of this high-rise building, observing the scanning of the doors.

There is the idea we should have on some kind of protection gear but I do not know where the idea is coming from, or think we in actuality do, even though with the thought comes a visual of there being something light over someone’s head and face. It could be what the people who lived here themselves did at the time of whatever happened here. The mode of dress of the male who I now see is different from the others. The clothing is more casual and relaxed, a very light and soft grey in color, worn loosely. It appears in a flash and then is gone. What I really want, from the bed now because I am mostly on the wake side, due to loud conversation coming up from downstairs, is to see more deeply into the scene and what this team of individuals is doing. Why are they scanning the doors? Are they looking for certain people in particular? Why? Are they entering any of these apartments? Why and/or why not? What is that has happened here?

So many questions. 
I will keeping wondering on them, maybe more will come tonight.

June 18, 2023

Zero sleep, body shock

Zero sleep. I laid here awake all night. My body in a kind of shock due to overwork. Through the night I grow clear on what action I must take, relative to saving myself, among other things from an untimely demise. Following this, I have another 16 hour ( work ) day ahead of me.

June 17, 2023

A really odd kind of reunion, gathering of souls

Grey and overcast day — boat dock. Two dogs have gotten away, one is trying to protect the other but from what I cannot see. I can only see ahead. A boat slip is seen where a large, black pig is tied to. The dog being protected is left here, the thought being there is a person who this pig belongs to, who will keep rather than send the dog away. These are hard and depressed times, the pig may well be food, this is a concern but not a major one, the dog will come back for the other soon enough. ( the scenes shift ). I am now in an a small one bedroom apartment-home with my pup, Charlie.. It is time for us to go to sleep for the night, I get up to close the door to find that not even the screen door had been closed and locked, the whole place was just left wide open.

It doesn’t make any sense that I would do this, I am confused for just a moment, but rather than come lucid I just move to close the door. Just outside to the left of the door I see there is another dog, a larger dog, he looks like a thin, short haired German Shephard. 

Somehow before I can close the door he comes in.

Now I have two dogs. I have no idea how I will care for two dogs. As I am wondering all of this, the door knob begins to turn as though someone with a key has unlocked it and is coming in. I move to the door to try to stop this from happening but the door opens before I can get there. I stand myself directly in the doorway to stop whoever this is from coming in. It is a young man, wearing causal browns, who I do not recognize. He steps in and right past me, heading toward the sink where he begins to re-wash the clean dishes. I begin to engage him in dialogue, mostly about why he would just come in to someone else’s apartment. I don’t really understand what he is saying. It is too philosophical. Others begin to arrive. More people and more pets. It is all one swirling mass now, I cannot isolate any more of the discrete activity. I can see that through it all I just keep holding tight to my Charlie. It always feels so good to be with him.

June 16, 2023

Flowers from my garden — data, DNA and species propagation

Kalina and Rob : they want me to begin sending them flowers from my garden. This ( sending ) is for many reasons — so that I can begin practicing how to wrap each flower individually into nice packets, so I can learn the care that each requires to survive the transfer, so that I learn which flowers to send together within a whole packet, which colors best go with other colors, etc.. Every flower I am choosing is a unique color, size and shape. The first two really stand out to me >> one is long, narrow and cream colored, the other is short, very circularly broad and cherry pink. Together they remind me of the colors in Aurelia’s still frame.

In fact, it is somewhat clear to me as I more deeply embed this experience that each of the “flowers” is in fact an ET species, each carrying the data that it does. Rob and Kalina are going to transplant the “flowers” there on their end. They are going to begin carrying and passing on the data ( DNA ) and genetic markers themselves. I recall doing something similar with Bill Ryan and others recently. In this way the data is safeguarded, never in the same place and never ALL in the same place, and propagating itself; it is not unlike the way bees pollinate. 

At a certain point in this experience Rob comes personally to help point some things out to me. One of the things he points out is one very specific type of “flower”, he gives its name but I have not retained it. The bush of the flower grows very tall, 5-7 feet, as does the stem and flower itself, its leaves are a bright and beautiful blue. It is growing in a large oval shaped cluster in the middle of the garden. I wonder to myself why I had not thought yet myself to send this one. I suppose because I may have been thinking of it more like a weed, something that is in abundance rather than more scarce/precious. It does display beautifully aside the cream and cherry pink.

On the way back toward wake, I stop in a service area where I look for a note pad and pencil to write the key words down to the experience above—to ensure the data survives the shift back into physical space. The note pad is white but has a dark brown zig-zag pattern on it that is getting in the way of me being able to read what I’ve written, “Kalina and Rob”, “flowers from my garden”. I turn the note pad over to write the phrases down again. Even now I am shifting. A lesson is in play. 

The service area is a service bar in the casino, I am about to go onto my shift. 

I am watching the servers from the previous shift going out to collect the last of their tips. The lesson is about income, incoming energy. It is almost as though I myself am teaching the lesson. I am saying to someone that getting out there on the floor early and motivated ( as opposed to otherwise ) will bring far more into their pocket, “you’ll earn twice what any other can.” Heading out there onto the floor the scenes ( and brainwaves complete their ) shift. 

In an instant I have re-entered Earth space.

June 15, 2023

The spider’s web, ( work ), ongoing chaos and drama

Ongoing chaos at work ( IRL ). In the dream it leads to me seeing spiders everywhere. I am asking someone here if they can help clean up all the spiders, there are spiders of every variety, many very large, including species I have never seen before until now. One of them is engaged in eating one of the others. I am asking that the spiders be caught in a jar and relocated to out of doors, I have no idea how I will catch these very large ones. The girl says to also use the jar but it is not large enough to go all the way around the one that is eating the other so I just press into them like a cookie cutter into cookie dough. I say “normally I would not do this” ( meaning kill the creatures ) “but there are just so many.” I am looking around the room at how many there are. I am wondering how I will ever get on top of this. I see a tarantula and feel fear, “how will I even approach it”, I wonder. Taking some of the spiders we have in jars outside, I see a huge pile of medjool dates that have just been thrown out in a pile in the garden. I come undone. I can’t image who would do this. I say to the girl here with me “never do this, the sugar will draw the bugs that will draw the spiders.” I am explaining this to her as I begin to wake.

June 14, 2023

Lessons on the way of the long journey home

I am on a long desert drive when I fall asleep at the wheel. 

When I come to, I find myself weaving half over the meridian line into oncoming traffic and driving very slow, about 5 miles an hour rather than 65. There are cars behind me on the road but they seem to just be going with the flow rather than honking their horns at me and such. Now conscious I begin to pick up my speed. I am entering a significant incline, going over a very steep hill. I realize I do not recognize the road and that I have travelled well beyond my home, which is the location to where I had been driving. I pull into the first area where there is an airport to fly myself back home but somehow end up on foot in the process. It would appear I had vacated my vehicle to go in but then realized I had parked down the street from the actual airport. I begin walking in what I think is the right direction, asking passers-by for directions while I am at it. 

No-one will stop to help me until a man of approximate retirement age confirms I am heading in the right direction. I take a look at the street signs while I am here to ensure I do not get lost. They are clear to me in the experience but I no longer remember the names of the two major cross streets, only that one began with an “A” and the other with a “T”. It is like the environment is trying to tell me where I am ( meaning in the astral ) by morphing as I walk, but rather than morph environments or teleport myself I just keep walking through, everything continuing to change on me as I do. Somewhere in the process my mom and sister, Sandy ( deceased ), arrive. I am happy to see them but we are not on the same trajectories, they have their own agendas as to where they are going and how long they will take to get there. 

My mom is in a wheelchair, and I myself am in a hurry to get home so I just start pushing her in the chair faster in the direction I myself am going. When I find her lingering at a stand to look at something she wants to see I do the same. Sometimes she is not in the chair and I manually lift her, go back for my sister and then continue on in this process for some time—until Sandy is no longer with us. Mom, I notice, is light as a feather each time I lift her. It is almost like lifting nothing and I tell her this. One time when I put her down I lock her tennis shoes, the way you would lock the wheels on a wheelchair or walker. She unlocks them herself and when I get back to her she is gone. I can hear her telepathically. I have been infringing into her free-will.

I realize this now, I feel bad about it. 
This has been a lesson to me “on my way home.” 

So much more happens than just this through the terrain, in all the constantly changing environments. Little interactions, all of which are meaningful but they are just too many in number for me to hold. I recall one moment coming upon a rock wall separating two distinct areas. Four men in grey cloaks who are tracking, running at a greater speed than I are approaching and scaling it, save one who is looking for a ripe place to make his own crossing. I find an easy little place for me where the mountain and the rock wall are near to the same height and crossing is easy; like stepping over a 2 foot high wall. I point it out to him as I go over. He is sitting on a low area of the rock wall as I do. I never make it, at least to my knowing, to the airport. Or…….

Maybe this has been it all along?

June 13, 2023

A young woman is kidnapped, syndicate and government ties

Two men get into my vehicle, a maroon truck, or van I had been driving. The one is now driving, the slightly older and more bald of the two >> the other is in the passenger seat and I am now way back in the back. I don’t even know if they realize I am here. They are talking amongst themselves as if they don’t. The one is asking the other if he has enough cash. They are considering whether to roll me and make off with my car. I realize now I had been hearing them telepathically, reading their energy. I begin giving them directions to where we’re going. I tell the driver to turn right, many times, but although it does seem he is trying the car moves itself forward into the driveway of the house ahead. Thinking quick, I jump out of the back and with superhuman strength pull the car through the front door where I start screaming for help. 

The house is the size of a small mansion and owned by a kingpin and his wife, there are family and staff who hear me call and begin approaching. Due to who lives here there is nothing the two men can do. They have been caught and have to come in with me. We are now separated, the men being taken to the kingpin and I to the female side of the house with the wife. She is a very beautiful woman ( like my own mom ), in both her energy and appearance. I recognize her but in the experience can’t quite put my finger on the where and how.

A lot begins happening here, a lot of it gets by me, the next I am solidly alert to myself I am cooking some foods for a trip when I am told it is time to go. I try to turn off the burners when something strange happens. I think I have switched them off but still notice and feel heat coming from somewhere. I begin feeling around for where it is coming from when I see the burner nob to the right turn itself slightly back on and the flame lightly ignite. I go back and forth with the nob for some time and then go to the wife to tell her what is happening. She acknowledges she knows and I return to the kitchen to soak my dishes before leaving. 

There is now an interstitial area where airline flights are being taken. I am traveling with one other man. I am not sure of who I am, if I am even ( merged with ) the same person as before.

The man seems to be my spouse, we both have similar weaknesses and poor behaviors, in not being entirely honest with the other, drinking, and gambling. We are at a layover in such an area that all of this can takes place. My spouse begins first, then in frustration I follow. When I return to the room to get some money for drinks I see it has been ransacked. I begin going through things, wondering if it is we ourselves who have left it thus, looking for where I left my money. It feels like it is the 1960s and the decor would suggest the same. In my search, although I do not find the money I find a note. Opening it and beginning to read, I shift.—

I am with the men now at the kingpin’s side of the house.

He is out back in a small square jacuzzi and the man who was in the driver’s seat of my car is empathizing, frequency matching with him. I feel he is trying to convince the kingpin he is trustworthy, maybe the kingpin will hire him on, or let him let go. I cannot have it. I step up and say out loud “this man is a bad man, the worst of the two, I am not sure the other is even bad, not like him, I think the other is or was under the bad influence of this one.”

Hearing my testimony the kingpin comes back to his clear senses and what is appropriate action to take with this man. In the meanwhile, I shift over and into the pool with the other of the two. We are now sitting at the shallow end on a small ledge built into the inside wall of the pool when he – energetically innocently – begins getting handsy with me. He looks at me, as though asking if it is alright when I say “it is your job to try, it is mine to not let you.” He understands he has just been given permission to continue. 

In the distance a large white helicopter with red markings is beginning its descent into the backyard area to the rear of the back doorway. Water is going everywhere disrupting everything .. everyone begins vacating the pool. The young man waits for me to make a move to get up and then follows. On the steps leading out of the pool I see my phone has fallen into the water and landed on the top step *where it has been sitting this whole time.

I wonder if the phone is broken, or if it is waterproof with only minimal damage that I can fix. The young man helps me but it is I who in the end get it to start working. So many things are happening in this literal whirlwind of energy caused by the arrival of the helicopter. My attention moves toward it now, I can see some official looking people, led by a woman step out of it, ascend the few cement steps leading into the back of the house and go in. This is as far as I can still see. I cannot isolate any other discrete activity beyond this.

June 12, 2023

I am introduced to a negative but not entirely malevolent species

It is becoming my song coming off the weekends, I know, but again I am just too exhausted, nauseous, in extreme body pain. The moment I come into a conscious state of awareness all this hits me like a ton of bricks. I can only moan, shift position and try to get back in there.

I do try for a period of time, but the laughable just seems to follow me around these days. Our neighbor, next door, has gotten a baby goat and the poor thing cries out ( for company ) day and night. I find myself trying to connect and speak telepathically with the dear one. Its person tends to get out there to him before I really know if it is working or not.

All this said, in the night I am being introduced to an extraterrestrial species that is negatively oriented, but not entirely malevolent. A few hours back in the night I could see and feel this, I was getting the gist but was unable to get through my body duress to see into the details. Something was happening within the dynamic I just don’t know what exactly. It may have been something along the line of the contact ending well due to a saving feature on my part, a glimmer of respect they for some reason had for me. This does match the feeling.

It could be I am not ready to see into any more detail.

—-Edit—-

Emerald green peacock feather in my hair

It is all a little confused as the brainwaves are still rolling back and I am fighting to push through them toward properly waking to write this down, BUT — almost directly after I wrote what I did above a decidedly strong wave of drowsiness came over me and I was back in before I even knew it.

My sister, Sandy, ( deceased ), and others are reaching out to me. I am trying to work her phone when she comes in to help. The scenes are coalescing, all falling one into another. It is a sunny day, the sun is shining down on me. I am standing at the edge of something, on cement, at a rail, a desert environment is out in front of me. I turn my head over, upside down, and my hair dangles over into my inverted view. I hear someone say, “if it is the same color as her hair why is it emerald green?” This happens not once but upwards of 3 times until I finally take a look myself. 

I have a brown leather band around my head, attached is an adornment, a metal piece cut in some symbolic shape *which is indeed the color of my hair but to the outside of it is a peacock feather, this is what has been catching everyone’s eye. I set out to tell/show them, intersecting with them each one by one. The last is a man who is slightly older than myself. He is showing me where he lives here in this environment, pointing out in what would be his “backyard” an old, abandoned ( children’s ) steel play set, the kind that would maybe be in parks back before I was even born. It is a long row of play rides in front of a wooden fence, that from our view looking over at it also locked up behind a chainlink fence. I recognize some of the independent pieces of the set; swings, of course, and one you lay belly down on and then with your arms pull yourself forward and back. 

There is the feeling of devastation,
of all of this being gone now. Unaccessible.

I have realized for some time that I am topless. I am holding my arms over myself as I go from one place, one room to another through door after door. It is catching more than my own attention. I am beginning to feel self conscious. This is when Tawny comes in through one door and takes all eyes off me by exposing her own bosom through a thin fitted sweater, the left of which is stained wet with mother’s milk. This surprises even me. It shocks me enough that I begin to wake.

**I am going to have to check in with her IRL and see if by chance she is pregnant again. Or if this has just been one heck of a save.

June 10, 2023

Hospital, healing meditation, dinner dates

The concept environment is mixed between 1 ) a hospital, and 2 ) a new car lot; the idea of insurance is also to a degree present. I am working here. There is an undercurrent of knowing that I can only work 2 days a week. I can increase the hours I work on these two days but I cannot work more than on theses 2 day. This mirrors my real life work situation.

I am sitting in one of the rooms meditating when a young doctor, a light skinned black man walks down the hallway outside but sees me in here. He pokes his head in and asks me to a 7pm dinner, I do not know if I can accept, I may still be in my meditation. He says if I can to meet him at the specified time at the restaurant, he is hopeful as he leaves and heads back down the hallway. It is now that I begin to find the position I am sitting in amusing. 

I am seated, square on my bottom but leaning so far off to the left as to be near horizontal. My consciousness begins moving through the hospital. There is a second man who asks me to dinner. There are conversations about increases in income and opportunities to get brand new cars. There is a conversation between a mid aged male and female ( all the others are younger, in their 20s and 30s ) who are discussing the first man asking me to dinner. It seems to be arranged by them.

The male is uncertain the plan will work, he is aware of the first man and is insinuating this new information to the female. I am seeing this whole data template all at once, I am solidly here and can move through the data at will. I am finding it all highly curious. Note: for the past 5 days I  have been healing from an injury, what I think is an inflamed pinch nerve up the left side of my neck/head. It is quite painful in any position, standing, sitting and/or laying down. I have been sleeping without a pillow and working to heal this. Today I go back into work, which is where/how the injury occurred. I will need to concentrate on not injuring myself further.

June 9, 2023

Contact from the recently deceased, data exchange

Changing clothes, buying new clothes, notably a lot of new tops.

A while later in the night, heading toward morning I am driving around with Ryn in the big white truck again. It is night. Interestedly, both the right and left side of the vehicle have steering wheels. Ryn is seated on the left ( the usual driver’s side ), I on the right, and although I am the one driving, Ryn is coming in to help when he thinks there is traffic I do not see. I somehow know this is his ( new ) neighborhood. I notice there is a lot of construction, on the right hand side of street there are work trucks lined up from the top to bottom of the street which are carrying large trees for planting. I say to him “you are going to live on a tree lined street.”

In a large open house I am coming in on various conversations going on. I notice there is something uniquely distinct, special about this place and what is going on here but I do not yet realize what this is. There is a man in the bathroom cleaning. A dog keeps repeatedly coming in to pee. It lightly frustrates the man each time. He holds the little dog in one place while it finishes his business then cleans up the puddle. It takes this happening a few times before I realize the little dog is Charlie ( my own pup who has long since passed away ). When I realize this, for a moment I get excited, I am always excited when I get to see him. 

There is a conversation going on around the dining room table. There are three of us sitting here and a fourth, another woman, is coming to join. She is talking about something she has dug up when she places it smack dab on the table in front of her. I am shocked she has just laid it right onto wood table rather than on plate or something. It is the cross section of a fossilized piece of poop, which from the size of it, roughly 7-8 inches across must have been from something enormous. She is going on about this when something else catches my attention. Sandy ( MIS ) is sitting off to the side, outside .. she has a bag in which a large plastic container filled with a clear cleaning fluid is leaking. I step over there to help help her with it. I try to pour the fluid back in the container for her but it doesn’t go well. 

Back inside again, I have walked up to a wall where there is a large tie-dye cloth that I use to dust a framed picture on the wall. It surprises me when a rust color smears all over the material. I love tie-dye so much I feel like I want this material for myself. I feel there is a reason why I cannot, though. I can feel who it really belongs to. It is Carie ( MIS ). I am hanging the cloth back up on the wall where I found it when I begin shifting again back toward physical space. Now I am realizing why this space has felt so special. It is comprised of many of those who I know who have crossed over. >>

A meeting place. This has been a joint contact.

June 8, 2023

Ancient tribal Island peoples, family ties, rights of passage

This is a repeater dream, I have entered this information multiple times before. I am somewhere in the ancient past, among a tribal, but civilized group of Island peoples. The notable segment begins inside a cave, a small rock alcove that has been cut into the rock face. A woman of the tribe is laid out here and thought to be dead. I am among those who are sitting with the body. I think we are all women. There is a young girl sitting to my left who reaches over to hug me.

I have a full view of the body, I see the soul come back into it and the woman’s body begin to move. It is like I had been expecting it. She sits herself up. She is very beautiful, a kind of “Sheba”, known for her beauty. Like all the Island people she has nicely bronzed skin, dark hair and a perfect complexion. I know what she has just experienced at the threshold of life and the after-life. I know how exhilarating it is, how the cells of the body are moved to excitation. I know that it took a lot to resist the urge to cross through the gates to the other side. 

Now in the body, her feminine nature is aroused and immediately she is wanting to mate with one of the males, her favorite, even though she is married ( I am seeing multiple eras and timeframes ). In the timeframe I know she is in fact married to my brother, Derrick, who plays another role here in this timeframe and is devastated, mourning her at this very moment. Looking at the woman, I see her appearance morph as though through the times until she begins to take on some of the physical characteristics of Derrick’s current day wife.

I wait until she returns from her favorite, but then find my brother and holding his shoulders inform him that she has not died, that she is alive. He is shaken. He can’t believe it. He pulls away, needing time to shift gears and come to terms with what I’ve said, he doesn’t want to go through the devastation all over again. He busies himself with odd bits of work before making his way over to the chamber where he finds her there lounging half reclined; they reunite. 

Multiple scenes are collapsing into one another ..

I am on the ocean on a small paddle boat, what in current times we might call a surf board. I take the last drag off a cigarette and put it out in the water. There are others out here, off in the distance but approaching me. This scene is shifting into another, >>

There is too much data mingling for me to isolate any of it in order to form sentences. It is dark, night. There are foods laid out on a long row of tables. I pick up a can of what looks like cream of mushroom soup, the lid has been opened and someone has taken half and just put it back. I find another larger can that is much the same. It is unnerving to me how anyone would do this. I am shifting somewhere more fully now, >> I am not sure where I am, inside a building where there are others. I get the feeling of fine arts and education. 

I am topless ( half out of body ) and holding an extremely large underpad around myself. I am looking for a way through, to get out of here but cannot find one. One door leads into a room where a man is giving a lecture. Another leads into a lobby of sorts. I opt on this one so as not to disrupt any of the activities going on here, but I am acutely aware of having on no formal top. I am trying to piece a few objects together to make a phone to call my dad. It takes me some time but eventually I get through. I hear my dad’s voice! He is passing some information on to me but as per usual no dialogue survives the shift. Note: my dad passed on to larger life in 2011, his birthday is June 1 and Father’s Day generally falls mid-June. It is common for me to reach out to him, and him to me through this pocket of time.

June 7, 2023

Alien world, german shepherd, “happy” patch, “placebo” pills

So many dreams.
I seamlessly, continuously fall off into one after another all night.

As I first begin waking I am right at the verge of them all. The field is very cloudy, confused, and for some reason brown ( rather than black ) but scouring for a moment I begin seeing the first dream of the night. Then another, and another, and before actually waking proper fall off into another. Due to the number of dreams I am not certain much data accompanies them but let me begin. The first dream is very different in the way the data it contains feels to me. >>

It is night, or at least the sky is a deep and dark indigo blue and I am on an alien world. I am outside, in a city center, near a large ancient city artifact, an actual large piece of an ancient city/civilization that was dug up. It is built around in contemporary materials which displays the treasured relic. There are what seem to me two species of beings here, they are each vying for my attention. One calls me one way, I turn my head toward him and he and he approaches. The other calls me the other way, I turn my head that way to experience the same.

Each of the two male beings communicates with me as they approach but none of this makes it back with me. They are very different looking, I have never seen beings like this before. One is blue skinned and the other green. The faces are large and at least one of them narrows down into a significant point toward the chin. Their clothing is elaborate, intricate, made of rich materials and colors, worn long and loose. As I say this I begin to realize I am not certain the two are actually different species, it could be they are just different races. I cannot say, but there is a dispute going on between the two.—and I am in the middle.

Now it is daytime. I am just arriving in a car to an apartment complex where I live. It feels like there is a certain detail missing, though. It is not just a normal complex of apartments. When I get out of the car and begin walking toward my door I am greeted by a guard dog, a German Shepard, who I know will attack me if I don’t go straight to my door. He is trained to recognize who can be out and who cannot by whether they are wearing an off-white apron or not. I am not. I very cautiously keep walking, go to my door and go in.

Sometime later, in the grassy quad outside my front window I see a little girl out there playing. All of a sudden I am just out here myself. I see the German Shepard approaching when the girls mom, or woman who is out here accompanying her says “here, wear one of these” as she hands me one of the aprons that tells the dog not to attack. I accept it from her and am putting it on when I begin to shift back toward physical space.

It is very early in the morning, the sun has just come up. 

I have to use the bathroom, so I do that and then come back to the bed to lay down again. I am back in the same spot I was in the very beginning .. the inner field is very cloudy, and brown with a light golden tinge. None of the dreams are still here with me. I begin to scour for them, just lightly, at the same time wondering if this month will be as empty as the last ( with 10 full days of dreams missing ). I am still quite sleepy and begin to feel as if I just don’t care, either way, it will be what it is. With this thought a scene begins to appear. I realize immediately it is happening again! The scene that is appearing is one from a little sci-fi clip I watched last night:

“Regulation”: 🕊
“Every child has the right to be happy. By law.
In the near future, a young social worker travels to a small community to administer behavior-modifying “patches” that guarantee happiness for the wearers. She must decide what to do when a precocious girl refuses to accept the patch.”

Seeing the scene open out around me is incredibly exciting, as this phenomena occurred recently, just weeks ago, and now here it is happening again. It is the scene outside in the nature where the girl’s special fort is built into the tree. Rather than walk very far into the scene, instead I choose to lay here in the magical feeling sensations the phenomena gives rise to in me. Before I know it, I am waking again. ( hours later! ). this time from another dream. 

The somewhat “medical” theme has continued >>

I am with Ryan Reynolds, a bottle of “placebo” pills is getting to be empty. We shift over into a doctor’s office, to a female doctor who is refilling the prescription, or .. at least the bottle. I am looking at her put the pills into the bottle, they look different than the ones that were in here before so I am asking what exactly is in the pills. I am asking her question after question. It is like she doesn’t hear or even see me until it is time to go and we are waving bye. Now she suddenly sees me, waves and says goodby herself. We step out the door and begin walking away. The door has led into the larger building in which the office is located. 

There are multiple dozens of people walking around through here. Ryan begins to break into a run, I begin to run after him somewhat concerned I might lose him in the crowd >>until approaching a stair well I see he has paused at the top to look back to make sure I am keeping up. We run the stairs, first down and then way up a really long set until we reach a large window. It is barely open, I make a comment about this as I try to open it more. “Who could get out through this” I say, not even noticing that despite the window being only cracked open a few inches, Ryan himself is sitting half in half outside of it on the ledge.

The light from outside the window hits me — I shift — the dream windows becomes my own window in physical space, the light is streaming in as I wake, finding myself back in the bed. My goodness, it has somehow gotten to be half past ten.

I am beyond surprised at the time but feel well rested now.

Time to get up!

June 5, 2023

First with Darr, then Ryn; divorce

I have had a fairly serious migraine since yesterday, late morning. I woke with it still present this morning. I can see my dreams, though, surprisingly. I am not going to go in for much detail because I can already tell the migraine is not going to let me get in there very far, it is accompanying body pain; I am just coming off my work weekend. In the fist set of dreams I can see I am with Darr. There is activity and information involving another person, a female, I think. In the second I am talking in the etheric bandwidth with Ryn, the man who with his wife owns the house where I am currently living. I am asking him about a female, I say her name but do not recall it now when Ryn surprises me by turning fast in my direction and saying “Erica divorced me!” I am momentarily stunned at him saying this, because it is not Erica who I have just asked him about. I regain my senses and continue the inquiry into the person I AM asking about. I will note than IRL, in regard to divorce, no such thing has occurred. ( as of yet ).

June 3, 2023

With an older man in a white truck, clearing out an office of junk food

I am with an older man who I seem to know.

He is driving his white truck, I am in the passenger seat, we are moving through an area where he has ( owns ) many available storage units. It is in the same exact area where I know mom has her own rented unit. I am asking him if he has a large unit that is available and what the cost of it is. He is swinging me through the precise area where he has one when the scene begins to shift. We have arrived at a house and gone inside. I lose sight of the man at first and as I begin to look for him I run into others who are here. They are relatives of his. They do not know who I am and begin to question me. The man shows back up as this is happening and  tells everyone that I am with him. Further detail gets lost when my work alarms begin going off. 

Earlier in the dream,
I am clearing out a large office workplace of all its old junk food. 

It is literally stored all over the place in nearly every nook and cranny. I am aware of two other females who are here, they work here, one of them has been in charge but she is leaving to another site soon and it would seem I am taking over. I remember even wading into a watery area where it has flooded and reaching back into some storage doors to find some really old stored packages of goodies. Some of them even have the wrappers coming off. They look like cinnamon rolls. For reasons unknown I taste one! ( to see if it is still good ). Quite surprisingly to me, it is. Even so, they are all still getting thrown away.

June 2, 2023

Staying — in the saddle and in the game

I have come to what may be a summer camp, 

A little desert horse ranch where I am shown how to saddle and ride the pack horses; they are small, not normal sized horses. I don’t know why I am here, sitting atop the first horse I am actually trying to figure that out. On my second return I am on a different pack horse. The saddle is on but has not been fastened, the leather belly straps are just dragging along the ground. I dismount and try to fix this and find myself in a bit of personality dispute with the horse. In the end, as I begin discussing things with helper beings the horse gets away from me. While a part of me goes after him, another portion stays here in the discussion. I am seeing other creature life, tortoises, for one, and how they like to enter these water holes first by burrowing in through the mud. I just find it so strange, strange and fascinating. At some point I shift into another scene >>

I have entered a small nursing station. 

It is in a stand alone building of its own and viscerally does not feel much different from the horse ranch. There are two main girls who are working here, one that does the bulk of everything and another who is equally helpful to those who come through but does less in the way of sustaining the set-up. It is being explained to me, because I have just been hired on to help out and work two 5 hour shifts, that although the work that gets done here is both necessary and of good quality the location does not create any revenue ( it just gets by ). It is allowed to remain in operation but this decision is perpetually on the verge of being revoked. 

One of the girls has me looking in a drawer for a piece of paper that has a questionnaire on it for me to fill out. I finally do find it when after some time it becomes daylight. During that time people have been coming through. A young couple, the girl of which has on a white blouse that somehow leaves her breasts entirely exposed. She has had a right breast mastectomy and the left breast is oddly shaped in that it seems to experience no gravity ( no drop/droop ), projecting from the chest straight forward. It occurs to me now that it must have been an enhancement, and this is maybe what led to the mastectomy. My dad has also come through ( his birthday was yesterday IRL ). He needs helps with grooming, his mustache, and the one girl is brushing debris, dandruff, hair and lint from the top shoulders of his black jacket. 

Conversation has been going on between the girls and I this whole while. One of them, the main girl of the two is now saying that sometime in the near future I may have to begin attending the baseball games. I can see this would extend my shifts by a couple hours. I am asking why, and say “do we have a team?” As we are all heading out the girls begin explaining ……. It is at the very moment that in physical space the boys downstairs begin talking very loud.

My attention shifts. I get up from the bed and walk over to close my door. I lay back down but I am already too far outside the dream. I can see us all walking out the door but can no longer hear what is being said. I do know the ball games have something to do with outreach and keeping our own little set-up “in the game.”

June 1, 2023

Portal system, chess board coordinate war

PORTALS

Light and dark portals.—entire portal systems.

Strategic maneuvers are being inserted to get players to use the dark portal system. I will not. It is like a chess board coordinate war. A battlefield. Maneuvers are beginning to deplete my energy. I almost lose my position on the field. Elvis Presley shows up AGAIN ( Elvis Presley may be a cover, a code name/word ) and literally carries me to the last remaining light portal. It is a cluster not a single gate. The portal itself is open at a series of many different points. I am set down in its proximity and this begins to revivify me. In the dream portion of all of this there is an item Elvis will not sell to me outright, he will only rent it to me for a period of time. I rent it at a certain price for a period of four months; this is a strategic move on my part, the total spent is more than the item would normally be acquired for ( which in essence makes it mine ). There is a moment when I am seeing beneath the visual overlay of Elvis onto who who this may truly be who has carried me to the last of the remaining light portals. I am seeing him head to toe, in three-quarter profile, naked. He is quite muscular, clearly a soldier. He stands backlit by an array of red and blue light. He has light skin and sandy blonde colored hair—I do not recognize him.