Prologue

I have always known there would be several legs to the awakening—to mine as well as the event in general. The first leg of my own involved retaining a certain purity of mind, keeping me in a sense isolated from the world; from media, news, advertisements, interaction beyond a certain point. This was easy for me, my Inner world being present to a degree beyond what is normal.

The second leg, which overlaps and includes the first brought spirituality into the equation, not that I recognized it specifically as this in the beginning. I began practice and study, in the process discovering and aligning with Sankaracarya, with what in the East is called Kevala Advaita Vedanta, absolute non-dualism, the idea of liberation within the lifetime. I began remembering. During this phase, an expanded inner range of vision began reaching out into the ( visual ) field – physical space – where I began seeing many layers of the light, not just the light of 3D physical space. I began to be able to see down into the quantum, into subatomic views of reality.

The third leg of my journey occurred in 2009, when the Kundalini ignited and I began the process of consciously shifting from the Earth life into additional areas of what we like to call space — other worlds, other realities; this is colloquially known on our planet as “going out of body”. I was 44 years old. During this phase my attention was most fixed to the conscious shift, the inner components and activity within the action of the shift itself. In this I detected I was with a great deal of assistance. The assistance that most garnered my attention was that of the galactics, “extraterrestrials” as we commonly and quite broadly refer to them. This spectrum was not only the most fun it was where the great bulk of my fear was situated. So of course I could not help but aim straight at it. The growth space detected being simply irresistible.

The fourth leg is what is coming on me now, having first taken more than a few years off to determine whether I wanted to proceed further along this path. I say this humorously realizing it is not something I could stop myself from pursuing if I tried. The lure being as enormous and all encompassing as it is. But it did take me some time to get here. To sufficiently process everything that came previously—and see the way forward. — the way forward being a full and irreversible merging with the field, an inner awareness, though not yet experientially complete, of self and the field being one. When this happens, in whatever way it comes to be enacted one may then read the field in a way I can liken to the reading of one’s own mind.

There is much I will come to say of this, but for now I will simply state that it does take some getting used to. I am still learning and acclimating.

August 7, 2023

New work as a precognitive, collecting data on the current times

At various times throughout the night, from a conscious state of awareness I access my dreaming to see what had been going on. Each ( of the 3 ) times I was able to access certain segments but I did not embed any key words, or otherwise attempt to hold on to the data.

In the morning, at roughly 7am, after getting up to use the bathroom and having returned to the bed, I again go within myself and in an open state of pure awareness address the field >> “hello, everyone”, I say, “I am here.” I ask what I need to know, what is important to carry forward with me into daily life. It is very subtle, but I feel the warping of my whole field and can tell that I am going into breath cessation. Data is being pushed through to me, however rather than access it in an out of body state I somehow do so all at once as pure awareness.

For this reason I am going to write down some key points, and perhaps just say a little about each. Data in this format, not being linear has no storyline, and due to not accessing the data in the more usual ways this is the only thing I seem able to do. I will note that I am newly attempting to access data in itself, which is different than ‘story’ and ‘metaphor’. 

I am new at this but I hope to learn more – ( quickly and thoroughly ) – as I engage in it more.  

At first the hypnopompic imagery comes:

The visions are in black and white, which is how they come to me when I am being given real data; they come to me in this order:

• Desert scene
• Helicopter flying overhead, the same desert terrain is below
• War, or military-like scenes <— this is almost more like an idea, or knowing

Following this is the event and real data >>

John is present.
Clocks are not keeping right time.
Electronics are not functioning properly.
Broken glass window frame.
Lightweight food goods—nothing weighs what it should, products are all depleted.
A small group of individuals,
A man and roughly 4-5 young college aged kids; mathematics, science, botany, art.
Grade school, the children are learning numbers in a new language
Two odd shaped, upright standing human sized intelligent animals; human-animal hybrids
Butterfly down, flittering on the ground

Now I will say a little more about these data:

The butterfly ( transformation ) is not dead, it is not certain it is even disabled in any permanent way. It is flittering, it has not succumbed or given up, it is trying to find its senses and the airstream that will again lift it to flight. This is clear.

When I see the odd, but intelligent upright lifeforms I am stunned, staring at them, intrigued. They walk right by me and as they do I am attempting to say hello to them. The first passes me by without a word, the second, who is fluctuating in appearance between the thing that it is and human ( the latter of whom I see as a young light skinned male with thick brown shoulder length wavy hair ), having just walked past, turns toward me at the last moment and with little inflection says hello. Human genetics may have been involved in his making. The possibility of this is the actual data I am seeing. This being’s actual appearance is so different from anything I have ever seen my mind does not even know how to form it. The animal closest to what I can conceive is a horse, a horse-human. There are others who are around. There is a regal air to the feeling of the crowd and these being’s arrival. Near to like a prince who is returning home. 

John is who I call my ex, as in significant other, the only real significant other in my past. He is as much the backdrop of all the data here as I myself. There seems to be a connection between his home and my brother, Derrick’s, where I stayed for a few years when returning to San Diego in 2018. I am seeing the time period between that day and now. As well as a larger time period between when I came to live with John and now. Loops, time loops. Botany, food and soil are all sub-data here. What I recall most of this area of information is when John, from above, drops soil down onto two of us below—myself and the man ( teacher ) who is clustered in with the college aged kids. I am potentially being paired with this man. I do like him, the energy is good, he is kind, but then I see him smoking a cigarette <— this I have a large reversion reaction to seeing. But then I go back to his energy, his kindness, intelligence. He is like the glue that is holding the lot of us above water. He keeps the kids working and pays them. One of them feels it is easy money. It is important what they are all doing, but it does seem well paced and without stress. 

One of the things they are doing is taking my broken glass window frame and in the teacher’s lovely ( botanical-like ) office, fitting it like art work on the wall along with a collection of other such items that have been so meaningfully, artistically placed—but they cannot find the proper place/opening/angle. They are working at it.

The clocks that are not keeping right time are an interesting piece of information. There are 4 clocks that I most recall. They are each different, have definite locations and each reads a specific or exact time. All of this data does not make it through to staying with me but one of the clocks is on my laptop, another is round, gold, and its location is the bedroom I slept in while living at Derrick’s. It is fixed to the inside of the door. Another clock is at John’s and belongs to the upper area from which he dropped the soil, which translates in our Earth space-time as the whole upstairs area of his home but even more notably the bridge-way between the master bedroom and other three rooms. I retain the idea of a kitchen somewhere, being the location of the fourth clock. Relative to the clocks, I am going around resetting them all to the same time. It is the time on the laptop that I am using as the real time, which may have been within the 2pm hour.

The electronics not functioning properly plays heavily throughout this whole data set. It is the center and circumference of all the additional data. It is not one device ( of mine ) that is not working right, it is all of them, and none of them visually appear as any of those which I use IRL. They appear more like survival type gear and are housed in a thick black casing, notably the one I see more as my phone or mobile device. There are multiple conversations going on about the non-functioning of the devices, which are not out of order in their entirety, they are just experiencing static, and delays, and of course are tied into to the clocks not keeping right time with each other. The most interesting bit to me, is what I am saying to someone. I am saying it is Enki who I hold responsible for keeping the devices working. I am adamant. It is Enki who I hold responsible. I consciously come in on myself saying this and, fascinated, wonder why.

Lightweight goods….in an area that could be a mall, and/or even bakery area of a very nice grocery store I am standing at a display and lifting small plastic wrapped packages of chocolate covered caramels and candies. The weight of them does not feel right. There is an Asian woman next to me who is doing the same. I say, “the weight feels off, doesn’t it?” She lifts several packages, checking the weight, the way one might when choosing fruit. As I watch her I rapidly shoot through this area, through a grocery store then into a grade school. My feet are on the ground now, I am walking through the school with intent and seem to know exactly where I am heading. I walk through a double set of doors, from the inside out onto the school grounds, looking up into the air for something I expect to see. ( military aircraft I suspect ). 

I am shifting from the data set back into my bed, though… as I reverse myself back through it I note that as I walked through the interior of the grade school, which is located in The United States, I hear the children learning to speak numbers in a new language. It is not that they are simply learning a new, second or even third language. They are learning how to speak it as their first or dominant language; the idea being that the U.S. has been occupied.

Data ends.

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Notes. >> How I read the core data : It would seem to me that the data is relative – broadly – to the transformation of human consciousness currently at hand. It has received a blow, but has not yet been stopped, there is still opportunity and hope. We are in a military action at present ( some would say war ). There is the possibility of the U.S., notably the West coast being occupied by an Asian nation ( my feeling is always Japan ). Goods are becoming less available. Food stores are being depleted. Infrastructure is coming down. Electronics – electricity – is interrupted. Communications, both inner and outer need to be looked into and by all means restored. Synchronizing ourselves with other people, places and times within our own inner networking is essential. Pairing, and grouping is critical to keeping ourselves alive and afloat.