Prologue

This is a month of major change, a total reorganization of my life and ever culminating new focus into the Spiritual service I will provide here forward. So many decisions are in the process of being made. There is much work this past decade that has gone into the clearing of my field, those inner pathways and byways by which reality as we know it ( though unbeknownst still to many of us ) pattern into ‘day to day life’. It is climaxing at present, as it has been for some time in the falling away of the more mundane work which to-date has been paying my way through this world. As of this past weekend I find myself once again without a formal paying job. Aging is one reason for this, which might be seen and understood more by the practical eye, my body is only holding up as well as it is and the age of retirement is not long off—while at the same time my Spiritual service, the consciousness work, what I can do for humanity before departing the Earth plane in these wondrous yet tumultuous times is ramping up >and for this I am indeed quite pleased.

I am moving more permanently it would seem into a new level of the dream state, accessing, occupying, and drawing from it regularly. It is an area from which data originating beyond our level of reality is able to be passed onto it. I am growing in my ability to read the messages, the language of the fields, receiving the symbols and patterning them, even if only in part, into a cohesive understanding. It is at times in a full out of body state in which this occurs, and at times in what we call a dream state. Both are necessary to accomplish what is at hand. Each fulfills a function. The states are fascinating in themselves, how they are composed, the ways in which they are utilized, their central function and circumference. It is endless what can be learned.

This past month, due to exhaustion, I began to feel to set down the daily task of logging my dreams, which I have been engaged in as a practice the past 4 years; since June of 2019 . It is interesting to me what has so immediately come about as a result, 1) the job that had been exhausting me so fell away and 2) the unutilized energy was redirected into a series of more proper OBEs—which I did somehow realize at the time would occur.

You will notice below fewer recorded dreams than usual.

Of those that did reach my conscious state and were recorded, the main symbols and themes coming through are, and/or are relative to:

War; Spiritual warfare; Spiritual service
Military : Polarity : Weather events
Dark .. the concept of “dark” continues to come through

Dream Titles

• A week of rest and time away; week end review
• OBE : Dark skies, the presence of something coming, reaffirming my space
• The subconscious playground, color coded keys
• Large plans for support, a refocussing on my spiritual service
• Theme : passing on responsibility/control
• A brief note; body shock, nausea, head pain
• Connection and expansion, back door portals into cool interconnected areas
• Righting what is not right, dirty rooftops, crystal cave, light language
• Expanded state, experiencing myself as a vibrational pool
• Inner being whispers a phrase for me to remember
• OBE : A new leg of the awakening, I am recruited into the spiritual war
• Weather differentials between California and Nevada
• Working through etheric space, helping people do the right thing
• Another military reference, an electrode to the brain
• A phrase in another language
• Underwater crystal cave, flood waters and rescued food
• The Gods working through their own ground level aspects;
  white alligator antagonist

July 31, 2023

The Gods working through their own ground level aspects;
white alligator antagonist

Phenomenal—I am in an experience which so clearly is revealing how the greater and ground level self work together throughout not just a single lifetime but what we ourselves would perceive of as eons. The greater self ( or universal logoi ) can work through us solely through thought, and it does so often together with another ( who might be seen by us as an ‘antagonist’ ) not unlike a chess game, to help create that sense of dichotomy. In this experience, from my stance as an observer I am full on aware of my greater aspect, who I feel as energetically male, connecting with me in another lifetime whose ( family ) members mirror those in the current life; specifically my youngest and eldest brothers, and mother, are depicted along with myself. I am not sure where we are in time, but certainly thousands of years in the proverbial past. 

We are in a large stone bath house built into our home. It is night, the dead of night and there is a dispute between my two brothers. The one, the eldest has run up from behind and tackled the other into the water. The bath is quite deep, more like a pool and the dream has a component which makes the depth seem even endless. The one brother does aim to kill the other. The anger is that great. My mother and I agree to step in and bring them both back up to the surface. We step onto a raft and as we float out to the center of the pool, together we begin to simulate a jumping upon it, the action creating a thumping of the water,  r i p p l e s  that begin to bring the two of them back up. This is as far as I can see down in the scene. The main thing I am actually aware of is my larger component, bringing this all to bare through me though the intensity of his focus of thought and thought transference into me. What I find myself knowing is that those beyond the 3D field can only work through it in thought, they cannot reach a hand in, so to speak, and work manually the way we do. They work through thought, we work through our hands.

In another area this all continues.. I am in the scene but cannot see myself, only all that is around me. There are many little creatures, most appear to me as little dogs. I know some of them, again my family unit is present and again we do not look like ourselves I just know who is who. I am the only upright standing amongst us. The little creatures are being brought over the land across a sort of bridge up off the ground. I almost see myself as standing in an old abandoned salvage yard for cars, the little ones are being handed over and kept moving in a line atop the cars. I feel as though a giant, standing in the scene looking down at the environment and little creatures. As I am taking it all in I see a somewhat small, relatively speaking, white alligator enter the area. I then see a little fluffy golden and white haired colored dog that has gotten down onto the ground. I lift him up and hold him at my right hip to help protect him. The alligator would surely eat him whole. 

As I walk him through the area, I feel the alligator sensing me and working his way nearer. I also see another little one who has gotten down off the bridge and into harms way. I snatch him up off the ground with my remaining hand and hold him at my left hip. I do not know why I am holding them both so low rather than higher up at my chest. The white alligator is upon us, he leaps up my legs and I feel his teeth nip into my hands. It is a highly tangible sensation to my conscious self. I move fast to get away. I do not feel any fear for myself, I am tall, strong and capable but I have no hands to work with as each is holding one of the little creatures. It is them I must get to safety. I am reaching an area that is blocked off and goes no further and have begun calling out to other people in the scene for help moving obstacles out of the way. Finally one man with brown hair who is wearing a navy blue shirt and white jeans ( aka: genes ) sees and hears me and begins throwing chairs out of the way, clearing a path for us to get through. 

It is at this precise juncture that I begin to wake, again—most aware of the greater self aspect; his thought transference working through me is the most tangible aspect of this whole experience throughout its entirety. I find myself wondering how the two aspects and streams could more fully merge, the Greater and ground level, what the experience of this would be, and what one who could accomplish it be capable of. The Gods of lore, I must say do come to mind. 

Also~ the similarity between that depicted of my own family ( notably brothers ) and that of Enki-Enlil does not escape me. An elder ‘half’ brother and younger full sibling fighting it out. A mother and sister acting in union quite literally as one working to bring them both up. 

So many clues as to who I am in the upper echelons.

July 30, 2023

Underwater crystal cave, flood waters and rescued food

At two separate junctures in the night the same theme is presenting ( in two different ways ) : under water crystal caves. It is after waking momentarily from the second experience that I realize this. In the second event >>

I am inside the cave seeing all the crystals. It is like a large coral reef only made of crystal instead of coral. The bed is made of so many different types of crystal I cannot come even near to fathoming them all. I am moving along the bed investigating the various crystals and thinking that I will take a collection of samples for myself. It is for something in particular, I am placing them all in an organized fashion into a briefcase-like wood box—but I cannot recall what and/or how it is I aim to utilize them. The first one I pull up from the bed is small, I am so surprised at how easily it gives way from its cluster. It does not pull up as if from the root, but rather fractures from the shaft ( this is so confusing to me ). The next sample I take is from a much larger cluster. It is larger than my forearm. It gives way just as easily as well. I cannot figure out the how or why. In my hands it just does. I feel as though I must be doing something wrong. Like I am stealing, like the appropriations are behind the back of who is in charge here. As though this is an ulterior motive behind the real reason I have been brought here. 

Later in the night there is a rain storm. Another young girl and I are on bikes riding home. The girl is someone I know but I cannot recall who with certainty. She has more than 20 bags of groceries. I tell her to leave them here, in a dirt area to the side of the road and to just get home safely for now. I am thinking we can retrieve them in the morning, after the storm when it is safe.—but the storm does not stop, it instead floods. The groceries are all buried in the flood waters. I set about myself to get them out, and to prepare all the ( vegetables ) for cooking and storing. Behind the scenes I am speaking with someone about the mistake I made with the rains, it is all in good humor, I have been able to correct for the error through my own work. The scene at some point goes into the wood framework of a house. My dad is inside. I cannot see any further than this.

July 29, 2023

A phrase in another language

As I am waking I am hearing the phrase  :  nega sal(e) vente  :  it seems to me a Spanish phrase yet I am hearing it with a French accent.

July 28, 2023

Another military reference, an electrode to the brain

I hear myself ( as a young male ) say, “put it on my brain, Sarg.”
I am looking at a small silver staple, or clip of some kind being displayed in the hand of a man I cannot see.

It looks like it would go on the end of wire and attach to something. It is roughly 1/4 ” square with a tiny ‘tooth’ on each end.

Then later.—

I am in a living room, on the floor, changing the diaper of large/tall 2 year old baby girl. She has light blonde, curly hair. Afterward I am making her a half sandwich which makes her extraordinarily happy. I am disposing of a small plate full of excess bacon grease, pouring it over a full trash can and holding back the two slices of bacon that have been sitting in it. Apparently I am making her a half bacon sandwich.

July 27, 2023

Working through etheric space, helping people do the right thing

It is an intense night of dreaming. At one point in the middle of the night I even pull myself momentarily out of the dream state just to say so. I cannot see who I am speaking to. The moment is short-lived, I am pulled right back in and the intensity of the scenarios continues. I am put into situation after situation wherein I am working to help people do the right thing. I am an intermediary, working through etheric space between perpetrators and those being taken advantage of. The scenario I most recall involves a young college aged girl. She is fair skinned and has short blunt cut blonde hair. She has just moved into a room and it has been flooded. Her sofa is drenched through and through. The landlord is saying he will help get a bit of the water out. He is responsible for getting it ALL out, and for professionally cleaning and extracting all the water from the sofa. I am telling him this, that he is even legally responsible. We are talking off to the side when another female who is associated with the sequence comes by. She is denying any fault of her own, but I am telling her she is just as bad as this other man who is trying to put everything off on the young girl, who is at absolutely no fault at all. She lent no hand to assist.

July 26, 2023

Weather differentials between California and Nevada

Weather and weather related phenomena; differentials between Nevada and California. There are elements ( including one male ) ( which I perceive as negative ) working to get me back to Nevada. I am not wanting that for myself. I can see from my vantage that relative to each other, specifically when it comes to the weather it is far more beneficial to be in California. I can feel, though, how there are elements attempting to pull me the other way.

July 25, 2023

OBE : A new leg of the awakening, I am recruited into the spiritual war

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.

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A new leg of the awakening is beginning to come into play.
Things are getting interesting again.

….

Log out.

July 24, 2023

Inner being whispers a phrase for me to remember

I wake with nothing but a phrase that is coming through to me.

The phrase Is : Pletho decorum

Research is in order.

July 23, 2023

Expanded state, experiencing myself as a vibrational pool

This morning I am in an expanded state. I am letting the details of my dreams go, sacrificing them to the more foundational experience hosting them all. It is a state in which I am as a vibrational pool, within and  t h r o u g h  which I am able to see and fully experience within myself the Natures of all people. I can feel and detect their collective stress patterns, take them all in as a clustered cohesive whole and see into their possibilities and potential futures. I can also remove certain people from the cluster in order to improve outcomes. It is fascinating. It is far from the first time I have experienced this. Every instance of it is a blessing.

July 20, 2023

Righting what is not right, dirty rooftops, crystal cave, light language

It is an intense yet enjoyable night of dreaming. The context is too much to retain, the night itself being so data rich, so I have just a handful sized sampling of some of the ‘bits’. There is an underlying theme throughout a good portion of the discrete events: “what is right and what is wrong”, “righting what is not right”. The first thing I see following this is a man atop a row of dirty rooftops. There are rooftop gardens but a dark soot has befallen them. The man is a manual laborer and he is someone who is supporting, or supportive of me. 

The next area I can easily access is a crystal cave. There are many of us inside the cave, we are unearthing the crystals, which are clear quartz and a deep pink crystal druzy. Something important is happening here but I cannot see what it is. This detail in itself is as far as I can see. 

The last moment that captures my attention is the presence of Lee Harris. He is sitting cross legged on the ground across from two females. They are passing information but in a very rudimentary format, when all of a sudden Lee begins speaking in a particular light language. He says what he needs. The girls are familiar with the language and begin communicating back to him. I can hear the whole dialogue. I wish I knew what they were saying!

July 19, 2023

Connection and expansion, back door portals into cool interconnected areas

As the experience begins, from my room I am going downstairs into the main living area. I have come down to access more light in order to write something. Ryn is here, as we talk for awhile the look on his face begins to help me see that I am topless ( ie: half out of body ) and have on my mindfold mask. I laugh at myself for the mistake but, honestly, the sensation the situation has created is just divine. I can knowingly see through the mindfold, my upper body feels entirely permeable. I am enjoying it to the fullest as I ascend the steps back up to my room.

When I get here I discover that a handful or more of elderly ‘relatives’ have just let themselves in. I am not happy about this in the slightest. They are laying in my bed, doing things around the room and have even pulled up the beige carpet, rolled it and put it alongside the far wall. Even though I decide I do like the wood flooring underneath that has been revealed, they should not have just let themselves in and I want them out. I am explaining that this room is all the space I have, I cannot just go into the main house to live and do my work, that is not a part of my arrangement here. 

The house and room begin to morph into another work area, for lack of a better term at the moment — and then into something like a mall, with levels and cubicles. There is a back area to it that I discover. The discoveries of these back areas are super fun and exciting. Some I recognize as having entered previously. This particular back area seems to skirt the circumference of the main space and is a play area, I later find, that is specifically for handicapped children. It is a chain, I am told ( or asked if I know ), there are six of such locations. There are games, and singing, arcade-like set ups and more. After sitting down with an executive type woman in charge of working the chain I go to the outside where I find the sign on the building and try to photograph it to help me remember its name. The sign, as well as the area looks Swiss, I am having some trouble finding the right angle at which to take the photograph as there is a lot of green foliage around. The name on the sign is “Rose” something, or something “Rose”. 

There is another shift—the shifts are getting to be so many I am losing track of them all. 

This said, >> I am now walking outdoors along the side of road to the back of a residential neighborhood. I notice there are no sidewalks. Looking around, I wonder how I will not be hit by oncoming traffic. As the headlights of cars approach, vehicles pass through me and I shift onto a bus. It likewise has a back area to it. In this back area there is karaoke. Each person is taking turns singing the stanzas of a particular song. Their voices are all very nice, and even pitch perfect. The last line of the last stanza I recall is a set of 16? numbers, the female singing them has omitted ( forgotten ) a chunk of 4 of them. I am pointing this out to someone as I shift again.

There is an elderly man, a potential care charge, he is related somehow to both me and Ryn. I can just feel this. He is wearing a yellow short sleeve button front shirt and beige slacks. The way he is dressed reminds me of my own dad. I am wanting to move him in somewhere closer to me, to make caring for him easier and more like just being at home. The location is just downstairs ( or down the hill ) from me. I have to carry him there. It presents as a blue house. I point it out to him. He has difficultly seeing it even though it is right in front of us. It takes a bit of time but eventually he does see it, specifically the one I am pointing out. We are standing on the road to the rear of the backyard. I put him over the wall first and he descends on his own into it. I am worried about having done this almost immediately.

There is a track around the house which he starts running ( to my amazement ). Roger is down there. When the man stops to take a rest I see him with him. I pop over the wall and get down there myself, then take the man inside to show him around, pointing out all the cool features of the interior. This move seems to rapidly be improving his state of health immensely, he is going from near zero to a hundred on a dime. I find him near the stove, with another man, eating a pot of mashed potatoes I have made. This other man is complimenting how I have cooked them and saying he would love some as well. There is more than enough, I give him the sign to help himself. He is diving into the pot with his hands, swirling the potatoes he holds in a tornado like fashion which is making an interesting shape, >> when another shift begins:

Now I am just falling from one area to another, into and through, in no clear order all the areas I have mentioned, embedding them and as much of their data as possible. Again and again I pingpong from here to there, recalling more and more in the process. It is a lot. I have retained only mere fragments. The many discrete messages and underlying energy I am not sure I quite consciously reached. This experience is pertinent to shifts I am currently making in my life at present which are relative to work, more ease of work and how I might continue for longer ground level. If I cannot make these shifts, I suspect my time here may be duly limited.

July 16-18, 2023

A brief note; body shock, nausea, head pain

Job related migraine. This is normal for the present time. It presents Sunday morning upon waking, following a full day at the house where I currently work. The pain is intense all day Sunday, through night, and continues through a good part of Monday into the start of the evening hours. Body shock, nausea, head pain is my new normal due to the current care job. Again—I have given my notice but somehow have to make it to the last day of September, 2023.

July 15, 2023

An underlying theme stays with me

Work related dream — theme : passing on responsibility/control. I am acclimating.
( it is a process ).

July 14, 2023

Large plans for support, a refocussing on my spiritual service

Characters: Richard Thomas ( played “John boy” on The Waltons ), Jim Backus ( played Thurston Howell lll on Gilligan’s Island ). Richard shows up with large plans ( plans drawn out on large pieces of parchment ) for the support I require to stop over-working and refocus once again on Spiritual service. He says the plan is dangerous. I say I like dangerous, it is why I am here on Earth to begin with. This experience is flowing and has many areas, like the evening before in the “subconscious playground” obstacle course. I will go into a few of them, beginning with the most connected.

A young boy needs help with being put to bed. Richard ( “John boy” ) brings me in to assist. This is where the plans in their more physical sense are first introduced.

Richard himself is going to lend the assistance to support us all. — all 40 of us. He won’t let me see the plans yet but I keep trying to peek. I also have to get to work. ( fast cars down a slope. looped. It is meant to be fun ). Jim Backus comes into the scene, note: for those unfamiliar, on the island he plays the part of a wealthy millionaire. He works himself in close, wraps his arm around me. It is too close. I unwrap them and tell him definitively to step back.

In another area I step up to a large wall of mailboxes. Scattered about, tucked in near various of the boxes I see credit cards cut in half. The pieces look too big to me. I begin gathering them and am going to cut them into smaller pieces before disposing of them further—but a young man who comes by the boxes says he wants his. I get the feeling he does not trust what I am doing. It is just a light sense that is lingering in the air. I hand his to him.

The rest of the place is really beautiful, I am enjoying the landscape and all that is happening here. It is too much for me cognize and put into a linear format but I recall: two horses that need to be run, and the utter delight at the idea of being able to do this. Butterflies. Happy place. Dresses. odd and interesting. colorful >> they make me fit in to the new environment. A woman here is impressed/pleased with me for trying them on.

This is all I’ve got. It comes on the heels of requesting “a whirlwind of influx”, 
ie: what I already have, as Abraham would put it “in my vortex”.

It is good to see the request being addressed.

And with such expediency. ( !! )

July 13, 2023

The subconscious playground, color coded keys

I had a really good night’s sleep. It has been awhile! I fell off easily, comfortably, the temperature of the room remained ideal all night long *which is saying something as it is the peek of Summer and temperatures are up in the mid 90s. The dreaming is beautiful,  b e a u t i f u l l y  flowing. I am in what I used to call “the subconscious playground”, a sort of obstacle course of events through which I am climbing up and down levels, going through doors, portals, sometimes even tunnels to get from one area to another. I remember one place where, as a little girl of maybe 11 years of age I am with my ‘younger brother’ who is a couple years my junior. I know this to be me and my current real life brother even though we do not look like ourselves. We do look somewhat similar, though; we have the same ethnicity, hair coloring, etc.. I am looking at us together from a particular angle in a mirror. I think I am trying to embed what has just happened. Just prior to this I shouted through to myself in physical space. I shouted out the word KEYS, in an attempt to embed some previous data. All I am successful at making it back with, though, is the phrase “color coded keys”. 

In the morning as I am waking I am just so comfortable, the energy is as it always used to be — happy, healed, light and easy, in a state of literal perfection. It has been so un-like this lately, things have seemed to change so much. I want to stay in the state longer, but almost as soon as I more consciously recognize it, the anxiety that accompanies me as of late rears its head. Such a stark difference. I look at the contrast for a few moments then begin to override it. I begin saying simple words, feeling their reverberations : beauty, calm, peace, JOY, happiness,  g r a c e . The energies I myself am composed of.

Centered once more within myself, I linger here awhile longer.

When it is clear no more data will come,
I succumb and get up.

July 11, 2023

Dark skies, the presence of something coming, reaffirming my space

It is 6:30 in the morning. I have just gotten up to use the bathroom and laid back down after having set my room to a cooler temperature and put on my mindfold. I am intentionally going in for contact and information. Not long afterward, I find myself outside of a main house, in a smaller personal space; a wooden vagabond, horse drawn style cart that is my home. Inside is a large bed area, everything is only one color — white. My conscious mind finds this curious due to where I am, enough so to keep me lucid to a degree within the data exchange, receiving and embedding its pertinent symbols. I will note that my own bed IRL is all white.

Inside here, from the position on the bed, I am working with an electronic device that plays some sort of disc. The discs are silver and blue and roughly 3.5 inches across in size. I am looking for one in particular when I notice there are 3 of them stacked all atop one another inside the device. The way that, in the past LPs would be inside a record player. They should not be in here this way but the one I am looking for is here among them. There is also a small, black square piece of cardboard. I curiously pick it up to see what it is, what it does. In the process the whole roof of my cart comes unhinged. “Oh dear”, I think to myself, but then without missing a beat move to the front opening of the cart to investigate what is happening. 

As I peer out of the cart I see the skies have grown dark, an ominous kind of dark. Light winds are blowing dark grey colored clouds in, moving them into patterns that are sometimes more heavy ( more dark ) and sometimes more thin. There are moments when I can almost see patches of the sky behind them, and some when I cannot. A middle aged man and a younger female, his daughter, have arrived. I ask if I might have their help refastening my ( copper ) roof. “It looks like the rains may be coming”, I say. They agree, come in, and there is interaction between us.

Many things are getting done in the process but after some time my roof has not yet been addressed. I am beginning to feel the time constraint. I know it must be fixed no later than 3:30, night is coming. I move to look at the clock to see it is now 2pm on the hour. There are just 90 minutes to work with. I decide I will go up and at least begin to see to it on my own.

The man has climbed up onto the bed. There is really no other place to be inside here, but he is laying down rather than standing and reaching up toward the roof. I notice he is still wearing his boots so I usher him out, “no shoes on the bed”, I say, while consciously thinking “it is the surest way to get bugs into the bed.” At this point it is like the cart has no walls. When the man comes down from the bed we are all standing outside.

We all look up toward the roof, still unhinged and in front blowing up slightly with the wind. The sky above doing something of the same, sometimes growing darker, more heavily laden with grey clouds, sometimes thinner with wisps of sun shining through. The spacial relationships between ourselves and the inside and outside are strange and unexplainable. They just keep shifting, moving and altering. Before I can get up to the roof we are inside again, there would seem to be no walls. To the right of center is a rapid shake. I look over to see the man has shaken a large tomato vine and dozens of large beefsteak tomatoes have fallen to the floor.

I am so surprised, so delighted to see this and move to retrieve the tomatoes and put them into a bowl. I begin to see that there is more space here than I was seeing before. There is this area, sort of a side porch to the right of center — the center being the bed — but also another to the front of center, to the left of center and to the back. I begin to walk around to the back, where I see a quite large area, relatively speaking, that has among other things a sitting area to the front of cozy fireplace. There are exactly 3 chairs that sit here. There are no proper walls, there is wood framing but the rest is just screened in. While standing here to the front of the fireplace I see something on the floor, it is dirt colored and a foot or so long. 

At first what I think I am looking at it is a thin piece of rope, but as I pick it up to investigate, drop it again almost immediately as I sense it is alive. It is one of the strangest things I have ever seen. As I look at it, it is rearing up the way a cobra might, but this thing is no snake, nothing even remotely of the like. I have no idea what this is. It is almost more like a plant than anything else. It has a flexible central ‘stem’ or spine, there are fine gossamer ‘hairs’ that come off it, and up nearer the head ( though there is no proper head ) are thin, sheer, ephemeral leaf-like formations.

Again—the whole thing is the color of dirt.

I back away, leaving it here to explore this back area further. There is a kitchen here with strange storage compartments that I am getting into now. I open one lower compartment, there is a handle that pulls out a lower plastic? bin that has a whole bunch of pockets or indentations. I wonder to myself what one would ever store in such a thing. It just doesn’t seem very practical, but think maybe a whole bunch of tiny things, like beads, could go here. The bin has a color pattern of green, orange and gold, reminding me of the 1970s. I slide the bin back in, close the door, then see an old half melted food container on the floor just to my left. I pick it up, gather some of the other trash and move to take it outside. I don’t like keeping any trash in my space.

As I move around the corner, toward the back screen door I am surprised to see another of the dirt colored plant? things standing upright just outside of it. This one is more fully formed and has a proper face. It stands approximately 5 feet tall. It is focused on the door, on opening the door as in a deep, spell casting kind of voice it chants words in a language I am not familiar with.

By the energy it is clear to me it is dark, it is using a dark magic to break its way through. It cannot use its own hands, its physicality to get in, it has not been invited. Interestingly, I do not feel any fear, even though it has gotten the door open an inch or so, I just close it, lock it, and say “no you cannot come in.” I now think of the smaller one of these I had found on the floor, and with the thought I see it fully upright itself as the spacial relationship I perceive it having to the room shifts to where it is standing clearly outside the door, behind and visually to the left of this other. Who is not phased in slightest at the movement I have made to close and lock the door.

It is still darkly chanting away. It could be unnerving, but it matters not, I have affirmed my own spell. “No, you cannot come in.”

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Note: Just prior to leaving work this past Sunday ( 2 days ago now ) there were a rapid series of accidents. Jean’s walker buckled when the front left wheel fell off, something near unheard of. Then when Terry was closing the blinds, a plant was knocked over over which fell flatly onto his right foot. Due to his foot breaking its fall, the pot did not break. Likewise, his foot was not injured nor the toe it exactly fell upon broken. When cleaning up the mess and seeing to Terry’s foot, a plaster frog was knocked off the shelf. It, too, did not break, even though it fell from some distance straight to the floor. I have said this before, something is not right in that house, something more than just not right. Things are constantly in chaos, constantly going missing, constantly breaking down. Staff constantly leaving and/or being let go. It just doesn’t stop. 

This series of so many small accidents in a row caught my attention. I knew we were being told something and to pay attention. And I brought this to Jean and Terry’s attention. I told them I was getting out the sage, then began smudging the whole house, focusing heavily on the doors and windows. At 8pm, following a 12 hour shift I got in the car to head home. Road work was still being done on the 67, a switchback 2-3 lane freeway. I reached a point where our one lane side of the freeway was stopped at a standstill, while the other two lane side was being let through. I noticed I was stopped at a really bad juncture, around the bend of the mountain, and even thought to myself “I hope the next car noticed the roadwork signs”. Else, of course, it will be coming around that bend at 65+ miles an hour which could be really bad for me. 

At the same time as the thought >>

I am watching in my rear view mirror as the next car, a large oversized silver truck rounds the curve at full speed. There is nothing I can do. There is not even enough time to feel fear and I am so exhausted from my work shift I just numbly gaze at the mirror. I hear the brakes floored, see and smell the burning of the rubber and watch the truck begin to spin 90 degrees. Not an inch from slamming into me sideways the driver spins the wheel hard to what must have been his right taking his truck  a r o u n d  my back end and into the lanes of the oncoming traffic. In shock, not because I could easily have just been killed, but because my car ( and I ) were left wholly untouched, and at that one precise moment there were no oncoming cars in either direction, leaving the truck and its occupants also untouched and giving the driver exactly 7 seconds to reverse and get back onto the right side of the road behind me,  >>  I realize the sage had just saved us all. 

Had I not cleared my field prior to setting out on the road, this could have turned out a lot differently. At least I know now what from that house has been attempting to attach to me. And what may be at the center of all the ongoing chaos.

July 1-7, 2023

A week of rest and time away; week end review

I suppose I have been feeling the need to break for awhile for some time. It just naturally happened this week, the overwhelm has been so great from stressors at work that will just not let up. I have given my notice and have begun the process of letting all of that go. <– in the process of this I am beginning to feel more myself, more hopeful, joyous and inspired. I will be giving my all at this time to returning to this, returning to myself, and focusing on how in staying with this I can best move forward.

As far as the week, even though I made no aim at retaining any dreams/data there is of course some content that has stayed with me.

Monday I woke observing a man. He is a telepathy practitioner, a remote viewer ( telepathic remote viewing ) and he is showing, possibly teaching others how the process works. He is tall, caucasian, roughly 50 years of age, circa 1990s, and has a thick head of almost grey hair. I watch him momentarily close his eyes while receiving/viewing then open them while giving to the others his immediate first impression. He is saying something about the immediate first impression being most important. I see this while on the very cusp of waking and opening my own eyes. I feel good. Like I have been studying, in a class I find intriguing and important.

Tuesday there is nothing, although I am not ready to get up when I wake and immediately, although not visually seeing a thing the concepts playing out are being told to me. The concepts are bizarre. Two of them are: DNA swapping, and character dissolution. There is a third but I not longer recall what it is. Only that it was a doozy.

Then for two days in a row, Wednesday-Thursday the concept is laundry, on Thursday I am commissioning out my laundry to be done.

Friday, July 7, 2023

Today I have easily retained a bit more of my dreaming. Together with another female I am driving through and visiting Erich’s area. An invitation is being made to me to stay longer than the intended 4 days. There is no reason not to accept. The other female, who I do not recognize, also is in no hurry to leave. I am being showered with attention, affection and gifts from Erich. At one point there are two white t-shirts atop the pillows on the bed that have been left for me. My birth name is etched into them in colorful block letters along with other words I do not easily make out or decipher. I am holding them up and can see the size is far too small. I am joking about this to some of the others who are here. In the background I can sense Leslie, Darr and others. It feels I am being told of Leslie’s potential passing. Am I merged with her? Is this why I am receiving all this affection and the t-shirts are the size they are? I ask about the potential passing and get an immediate resounding “yes”. I have no idea where I am in time.