It is without doubt the pursuit of who I am, ( on the outside as well as from within )—the revealing of my Identity that lay at the basis, the backbone of all my experience. In one of my first highly memorable OBEs, the first in which I finally had the courage to look upon myself to see who I was, I stood a strikingly tall, white haired white bearded WIZARD. I wore purple robes, a conical shaped hat upon my head and held a staff. A defender of the people.

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>>I literally experience myself, as though from nowhere [ void ] stepping through into this reality. I am on public thoroughfare in front of a municipal building with many steps leading up into it. People are coming up and down the steps and the well at the bottom is filled with citizens going to and fro. I am not on planet earth ( or at least not this timeline / version )- however, the citizens, although casually, futuristically dressed are mostly human in their appearance. 

For the first time ever I want to look at myself and see who I am. A section of the building in front of me has glass windows so I am heading over there to take a look. I am amazed by what I see.  A tall, perhaps 7’ wizard with long white hair and beard, purple robes and hat, 9’ staff.  Behind me I am seeing a man approaching fast, I swing round enthusiastically and shake his hand. He seems surprised and perhaps a bit uneasy about this. Before we can speak, some other men come and take him away. It is clearly not looked well upon for these citizens to approach or seem befriended to me. 

Transmissions are coming in, more information is being sent through— what I see, is citizens randomly disappearing from the steps and from the crowd. There is a dark force that rules here and it seems I am a defender of the humans. I am here to help balance the scales. ( Excerpt taken from OBE log dated April 30, 2010

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This concept has not come up again in an Experience until the morning of this one, when I am once again connecting inwardly within a highly tangible shift. >>>

March 28, 2023

Connectivity in the vibrational state, visions, telepathic communion

It is morning and the top-middle portion of the night is gone. The dreaming remained clear at various intervals but now I cannot get at it. What is blocking the way is where I currently am, here at the bottom of the night.— I am walking away from a convenience store, still in the parking area when I alert to a car driving next to me which is also pulling away. A man is in the back, he is being chauffeured in his own vehicle. The driver is a young man with rust colored hair. The man in the back is lightly chiding him over something, to which I put a hand to my mouth, holding back a giggle over not just what was said but the awkwardness of having heard. Something in the similarity in our two energies connects us and before I know it I, too, am in the car >> driving around with them. The car is big, a convertible, circa 1960s, painted a shiny brown. 

At the moment we are going through a very narrow little alleyway behind a row of houses. It is a tight squeeze. There couldn’t be more than an inch to spare on either side of the car. There is a light colored wooden gate up ahead that is going to be even more narrow. I cannot see how we will possibly make it through. The driver is seriously working to keep the car straight and not damage it in any way. The moment for me gets intense. So intense I pop from here to where the man and I are now standing out on the residential street in front of the houses. We begin walking as the chauffeur parks the car then steps into the scene to re-join us. The man, clearly a wealthy man of his own leisure, is English and wears his brown hair in a long bowl-type cut very common to the times ( —the times being the early 1960s ). 

He is telling me about a service he wants to give.. he doesn’t have a very clear idea of those with lesser means and what they could really use. He wants to provide a free transportation service down to the beach areas. Which sounds really nice in itself, only relative to what people really need it is, well, silly. The streets down in the beach areas are even more narrow than what they are here where we are. I can’t help but wonder how he thinks it is a good idea. I mean I can’t see how it will work. Getting there will not be a problem, but getting through there, as just seen and experienced will be quite the tight squeeze. I walk from this thought straight back into physical space. Where I am lying in the bed, knowing and feeling the importance of what was happening earlier in the night and actively attempting to reconnect with it. To no avail.

At it turns out, though, there is something else.

I am in a stable vibration — a stable connection with Inner being — I find I am intuitively playing with visuals, with my telepathy .. what I can see, asking questions and receiving overlapping, reverberating answers whole body through my entire system. I am mostly awake and alert but also briefly fading in and out due to the intoxicating feeling of the connection and following some of the visuals into momentary expanded states of oblivion. The connection feels so good I just can’t break it. I can’t get up. I lay in it for the hours between 8-11am. I ask about the ETs, about what I had been dreaming earlier in the night. I can see, but not hold onto what I see. I ask about the 1990s series Dark Skies, about how accurate, and/or how much liberty was taken in the making. The reply is that the information shared, as it pertained to our people was substantially accurate. I ask if Carl Sagan was really a part of Majestic…… ( ( yes ) ). I begin playing with the visuals again, with the imagery in front of my closed eyes, with what I can see. 

When I come back this time it is through a vision of a young man walking into the white – the light – many dogs walk with him. Taking note of all the dogs I find myself knowing ( hearing ) “man’s best friend.” He is accompanied well. I fade out and back in. This time when I get back it is to the scrolling voice of prophesy so familiar to me *which has been happening since my teens. The male voice ( it is always male ) is speaking of Silas. The name alerts me to my conscious state as I recognize the name. I have come in on the middle of what was being said, three full lines of prophetics which I have shattered in breaking the previous state. I inquire, consciously this time, “who is Silas?” Immediately, clear as day, standing before me is a knight. I find myself knowing, hearing, “protector of the realm”, “protector of the realm and the people of light.”

For a moment I try to see more into the knight, to penetrate the suit of armor but then it hits me and I feel I cannot lose this precious opportunity—I ask “who am I?” For a moment I feel like I am too close to the answer and will not be able to see. But then it comes….. clear, pure knowing….. ”you are the magician, the bringer of the dawn.”