Prologue

The past month or more I have been feeling the start of something coming on. It is presenting clearly with the idea that a new leg of the awakening journey is on the horizon. An ongoing situation at work ( a 12-14 hour day weekend care job ) is in the final stages of a process of imploding and I am feeling the impetus to cease logging my dreams daily as I have been doing the past few years. Within this I find myself knowing the energy will be re-routed toward more full on OBEs. Within a week this begins to happen. This is the second major experience that has come in this initial first week. Of the data that comes with it I will state these: 1) a religious, or spiritual leader in charge of the war, 2) myself being recruited specifically into the branch of the “army”, which to me simply means front line “boots on the ground”, 3) a needle into the back of the neck at the base of the skull, the precise location of Talu chakra, 4) no cash being accepted for purchases, a barcode on the body is the replacement system, 5) + and – NOW facing off for control of the field.

The concept of the Spiritual war, the out of body experience and conscious graduation into Galactic space all go hand in glove; this can be challenging to acknowledge and even more-so to understand for the awakening spiritual student coming at this, and all experience, from the idea of the Oneness of all things. Coming at this from the central and most expanded view there of course is no war, there is a neutral seeking, or movement toward beauty, balance and harmony. At the same time, from the perspective of the circumference reality, as one is graduating 3D into the next harmonic, Galactic space, 4-5-6D, “war” is, to perhaps say the least a fitting concept.

While in a 3D state of consciousness one is choosing their polarity, the ‘bent’ along which they will experientially g r a d u a t e into greater knowing. And in 4-5-6D the polarity is sequentially perfected. The [ + ] orientation improves, the [ – ] orientation improves. Everyone gets better at holding, refining, increasing and amplifying their polarity. It is understandable that in 3D consciousness we conceive of the meeting of all this as ‘war’.

But more truly, the essence or central aim is simply to “hold our own”.

One way or the other.

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July 25, 2023

I begin waking, as is becoming more usual of late, in the wee hours of the morning. At this hour I always naturally find myself in easy communication within myself. Even as I am sitting up and walking myself to the bathroom I am asking inwardly about an experience to log this morning. I have just a single instant from the whole night ( a female warrior in sleek, finely fitted armor ), and hear from within myself the simple sentence, or sentiment, “we want to keep you safe for now.” This said, shortly after laying myself back down an Event does indeed occur. The beginning is challenging to recall in all its detail, but I am laying face down on a bed in my room. 

I am going through processes, numerical processes that dimensions down translate into the more visual picture-like data I myself, as my Earth person am more familiar with. I see something that is happening or is going to happen that involves Terry, a male care client, ( there is a connection with Lucille, a past care client who has long since passed on ), and I get up to go address this. I stand up out of my body, I am in the room I lived in while working with Lucille, where I was first activated to awaken [ 2009 ] and had the initial leg of my journey—and as I am heading down the hall, about to open the door leading into the living area I consciously realize I am out of body. Feeling my excitement at the state, I immediately know I want to make the most of it, as I gloriously feel the gold door knob in my hand, turn it, open the door itself and step through. 

I am in a composite, multiple locations and timeframes coalescing, Lucille’s, Terry’s and a few others. The television set is on.  I look for the remote to turn it off. The remote is old school, 1980s style, silver with high black push buttons. I find the off one, press it and the field goes black. I am in the Void, in a tangible vibrational shift. I feel myself, from my middle being lifted straight up. When the motion stops I peer through the blackness for where I am, but before any visuals come into view I am in a second fully tangible vibrational shift. Again I feel myself being lifted straight up. And, again, when the motion stops I peer through the blackness >>>

When the visuals come in I see I am in the mall.

“The mall?” I think to myself, all this just to land at the mall? “There must be a reason” I think again, and determined set off to find what it is. I notice I am exuding a confidence here that is not exactly typical. It is me, yet it is also more than me. It is the kind of confidence that comes from experience, from doing a thing repeatedly enough to have gained ease, quickness and decided skill. With these skills I am keeping the environment stable and myself present in it by bringing up my energy, my level of excitement, curiosity and focus on simply having fun—all in perfect balance. The feeling and affect are truly astounding. All is held perfectly stable.

I am looking into the shops, seeing what they are and who is inside. The first one I look into is empty, it has been vacated, but the rest are occupied and functioning. I decide I will more fully merge with the environment by eating something. A cookie?.. no, I decide, a cinnamon roll! 

Having made this decision and reaching the end of the floor level I am on, I peer over the edge and contemplate jumping down to the next ( but it doesn’t seem quite right ). I notice that beneath my feet is a circular platform built into the floor. I quickly suspect it must be a lift. I sit myself down on it, reach for a hand strap I suspect must be there and upon locating it the platform lowers me to the level below. I am walking, although I use this term lightly, at a good clip. I really want to taste that cinnamon roll in this consciousness state before it ends. Everything is always oh so much more spectacular in it. On a small lighted set of steps before a turnstile I pass an elderly man dressed in bright olive green robes with gold trim, it is who I know as Lorne Greene on our planet ( of course, Earth ); Battlestar Galactica star. Two small children accompany him, and a young adult female is departing from their presence, heading the same way as I myself am going. She passes through the turnstile in front of me, pushing past me in the process.

Once through, I locate a small food stand and find that on its small front counter it does have a row of fresh cinnamon rolls. I tell the young man attending the area that I will have one. As I am in this conversation and making my purchase two women, one with a clipboard, have come up from behind me. I feel the sharp sting of a needle pierce the center of the back of my neck. The location, at Talu chakra does not escape me. I am fully going along with this whole experience, I am not resisting anything or feeling any fear. I let them finish and as soon as they are one of them informatively says “you are in the army now.” 

Turning to face them, wondering how it is they have made their choice of who 
to recruit I begin asking a series of questions. 

They tell me the name of a religious figure who is apparently in charge ( which did not make it back with me through the shift ) has given them a list of people with their descriptions. I say “I know this may seem an odd request, but can you read to me how I myself am described?” I am curious as to who I am and what I look like and they do oblige me but I am struggling to hear what is being said. They have read out 4 or 5 descriptors and I have caught only one, something about being as light as air. I am amused, as I glean that none of the descriptors have included physical features or sex.

At this point the young man from the food counter is regaining my attention, he is thumbing roughly $2 in quarters in his hand and saying how they no longer accept cash for payment. As before with the lift, I suspect I must have a barcode somewhere on me. I ask “where is it usually placed?” .. “on the arm?” as I am rolling up my sleeve to find nothing, “on the leg?” Some others are saying “yes, on the leg” as I reach for the cuff of the right leg of my pant, a bit disgruntled a more convenient area could not have been chosen. I see I am wearing a fitted white pair of jeans ( aka: genes ) and the size and shape of the foot tells me I am likely a woman. I begin pulling up my pant leg to see a large black barcode running horizontally up the outside of the leg. The young man is reaching in to scan it as I seamlessly shift from the experience back into my room. 

“So there is war”, I think to myself,
and at the same time wonder if I have just been indoctrinated into the secret space program.

Just prior to this event, working at recalling my dreams and there being little, as I have said I hear my group say “we want to keep you safe for now.” I understand yet also find the statement curious. I understand due to the simple bit I have recalled from earlier which I struggled to see beyond its actual point. Of the precise point I can say this:

There are pairs of warriors. A battle. A battleship / carrier. Standing at casual attention up top there are two females, one dressed in finely fitted shiny silver armor, her helmet held under her arm at her left side. She has shortly chopped platinum blonde hair and all the same is quite beautiful. She is not young, she is experienced and the battling does show its wear upon her. I save her a mere second before an execution style death, a sword to the throat about to take her head. The blade has already finely pierced the skin. I notice that a clear, light honey colored viscous serum oozes from the cut rather than the red blood of my own species. 

In her stead, the other woman, her nemesis is killed—balance must be kept. The undercurrent of this whole segment of my dreaming is PAIRS [ + and – ] fitted against one another, a right balance and symmetry being kept of the total playing field. I feel this, acutely feel rather than see this through my whole being. I sweep in, merge with the man who has just saved the remaining woman and step with them off to the side of this activity where she tells me her name.

I hear the name clearly, it stays with me for some time but there are many hours and the above OBE between this and when I fully make it back to physical space. Her name is Kim, the last name is short and begins with a G. It could have been Kim Goguen but I did NOT within the experience itself feel that it was. I suppose the possibility remains.