Prologue

The month of September is marked by a new natural healing journey I find myself embarking upon which is multifaceted. Due to the pain, healing involved, <— and depth of sleep required for this dreams are more challenging to hold to early month – but as I set my feet out upon the path and learning begins to take hold in my daily applications, the pain lessens as previous obstacles are removed and I reach an even deeper, more profound, all encompassing state and ease when synching inwardly within myself with the data that is being sent to me in return.

Instances of being observed, having a security detail or secret agent placed on me are continuing and even quite clearly escalating. In multiple experiences this month I am not let to access the vertical axis ( ie: ascend / go vertically straight upward ). Compounding all this are “kiddy ride” OBEs, long endless walking and an inability to get where I am going. It reaches a point during the month wherein I lose it and ultimately break down in tears.

The word coming through strongly this month is:

HERITAGE

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Dream Titles

• A security detail is placed on me, I am trying to get back to my body
• Inside a web document with an enormous link resource
• Etheric bedroom, visitor(s), drawers – secret agent man
• Two concepts: bookstore, library—where to look for others
• “Reabsorbed America wants you to know this”
• Three land masses, map, trip out to the east coast
• Demon dressed in orange, flying to get away, metal giant
• Female psychiatrist offers me a free session
• I am stopped from making a vertical ascent
• A long, long walk while receiving guidance
• A mapping of my brain? — head/scalp and hair, a procedure is performed
• OBE: The kiddy ride and definite series of tests
• A bizarre contact: beautiful man, water creature, altering the DNA
• Real data is sent — Bob Peterson, the month of June, armed soldiers opening fire
• The past comes visiting, processing old residue
• Precognitive data, signs: weather event in Wyoming, the passing of someone I know
• Meeting with my ( deceased ) dad – walk, run, posture adjustment in the splits
• Exhaustion, endless walking, unable to get where I am going
• Real time with my brother, sound technology, body anomalies
• A glimpse into what lay beneath my current body anomalies
• Ky, ancestral descendants, reawakened sexual energy channels
• The Fae, flood rains, raging river, child actors
• The origin of the Hebrew language
• Substitute teacher, replacement wife, injured cat
• An ancient debt is unearthed, met and paid
• The exciting idea of living upside-down in the world, kundalini currents
• The mistakes I can make as a guest; visiting Rob
• Future data, multiple fires and more
• Discussion, Dr. Eric Berg, diet, ascending colon, kundalini
• Falling asleep to Seth Speaks, active hypnogogic imagery

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September 30, 2023

Falling asleep to Seth Speaks, active hypnogogic imagery

It is rare that this happens but it happened last night. I fell asleep with my earbuds still in, listening to an audiobook of Seth Speaks. More usual is that I listen until I am feeling sleepy, then turn the audiobook off and close down the laptop. What is interesting is that it seems the frequency and content material of Seth Speaks is so close to that of my actual dreaming that I could not separate the two. By the time I realize it is already a couple hours past sunrise. When I shut it down and go inside myself again the hypnopomps are flowing well. They have nothing to do with the audiobook and I think I may actually be led into my own authentic dreaming. 

I see feet, lots of feet, bare feet, the skin on everyone’s feet looks blue. Then the camera rises and focuses on just two men, I can see from their knees down, they are walking on asphalt. The camera rises again, I can see the two men, they are young, good looking boys. They are walking to catch the train. It must be hot, their jackets are off and shirts partially unbuttoned. It would appear they’ve been walking some ways. — Then I am gone. Out. >>

I have had to wake to an alarm this morning, hours earlier than what is normal the past 2 months to prepare for an upcoming trip in a few days. My second alarm is set. When it goes off it shatters my dream state, startling me. I have been stepping back my wake time one hour each morning the past 2 days, which has been easy, but now it is reaching a point of being more challenging and making more of a difference. This is all for today. 

Log out.

September 29, 2023

Discussion, Dr. Eric Berg, diet, ascending colon, kundalini

I am in a classroom with Dr. Eric Berg.

He is conferring with some of the students who are also engaged in a keto diet. I begin talking to the class as well, about reaching a point where I only ate fruit due to the necessity to detox. 

Dr. Berg leaves the classroom with one of the female students to walk home. I leave with them. Eric is doing most of the talking as we walk. We are approaching a park, he has his arms up with his hands clasped behind his head and his belly is exposed. I am noticing he has 12 x 9 rectangular shaped white cotton cloth over the area of his ascending colon. I wonder to myself if this is a message about him, or for me. I break into the discussion, asking the female student if she is on the keto diet as well. I am not sure why I ask because it is mostly clear that she is. I apologize for not knowing her name and ask her what it is. She freezes. Not answering my question. Dr. Berg has reached his junction by the time we have reached the middle of the park, he must live just off here. The girl and I continue walking, only now it seems she is more of guide. 

I have questions for her and she is very actively answering them ( only…as usual this data does not make it back with me ). We are almost to her car which she will drive to her own house when I realize we passed my car some ways back. “I will need to go back and get it and catch up back up with you”, I say, very much wanting to continue our discussion. She tells me to just come with her, she will drive me back to my car later. I happily agree. We arrive at her house still walking on foot sometime later. The experience moves from being very 3D to very symbolic. I see her in a bed, with a lot of packaged foods around her legs under the covers. There is a man here, who is older, a bit heavy, his hair is prematurely grey and he has a half inch or more of scruff over his chin. Oddly, it seems he is here tending to some of the girl’s grooming. 

There is also another man here who the girl is conversing with, I cannot hear their exact dialogue but she hands him a pair of women’s underwear, navy blue with colored stripes which ( oddly, again ) for size he puts on over his pants. He is finding a problem with them and takes them off a moment later. Now I am attempting to climb a tall ladder up into the bed area / sleep space. I can’t seem to get the steps out from vertical to horizontal so I can climb them. Somehow, opening them one at a time ( even unsuccessfully ) I manage to get to the top. Near the top the helper girl arrives but I do not require the assistance. While up here I am talking again about my previous diet/detox, about the Kundalini and how it is altering my body’s chemistry, altering specifically the cells of my body, emphasizing this is not about the appearance of the body, but the body’s internal networking. As I am saying this I am looking in a full length mirror at myself. I am at my current age, shape and size. The V-line through the center of my chest is bright red.

Somewhere in the midst of what I am saying the scenes shift and we are walking out on a plaza with another girl who joined us. I see myself from the outside for a brief moment, I am wearing something odd and take note. What it is? I don’t look like myself anymore but I know it to be me. All I can see now is that the clothing is eclectic, has a lot of color and different patterns, a large thick green sash-type belt is about my waist. There is a country this type of clothing is associated with, principally the idea is Arabic, the notion of the distant past comes to me. We are all walking into a sweets shop. I still do not have my car, or my purse. The other two girls order their sweet breads and on the deep green countertop I see a plate or two of simple, sample-sized sweet breads from which I help myself. I am beginning to take a bite into my mouth as I wake.

September 28, 2023

Future data, multiple fires and more

Void
Prison Cell
One Day Into the Future; Plaza Fire
High School and Mall; Discussion About the Creator
Bed, Rob and New Son, Drive; Train Fire
Empty Movie Theater

This dream is 5+ levels deep. At the third level, from within I begin to embed the concepts and symbols ( ie: data ) and in the process continue falling deeper into the data set into increasingly further levels. As a result of the increased depth I lose a bit of breadth, however I retain what is most important to bring back. I will note that I am, as point consciousness fully here within these experiences but I am merged in the consciousness field of a young male.

It all begins in the void. I am standing in the black, white ephemeral mist all around, in front of a floor to ceiling 3 tier shelving unit and as though just getting back from a mission say to a group of 4-5 others who are here but I cannot see —”at least I know now what it feels like to be back in high school.” I tell the others that people liked me in high school, that I was quite popular. The group of us shift back into that time where everyone sees the real truth and are poking fun at me. At this point there is an alteration in the brainwaves. I think I am going to wake. 

Instead I shift from here to where I really, physically am >>

Prison. I am in confinement, sitting alone in a small cell, bent forward with my elbows on my knees, it would seem thinking back on life; reminiscing. I am here for only a moment, just long enough to see and understand what I have just said. Behind the scenes all this other is going on. I shift back in with the group. We are about to go on another mission.

From a particular set of coordinates and point in time ( within the scheme of this man’s life ) we all jump one day into the future. We are moving through an outdoor shopping plaza and I am viewing an event that takes place here. There is an explosion, and then a fire. I am, as myself, unable to identify our location, what city this takes place in or the point in time. We all shift back into real time where I, as the young male, instruct/warn a female loved one, a mother or grandmother figure to not go shopping as possibly intended at that plaza tomorrow.

As I am working to embed the above data I find myself in a new level of information. I am sitting in what may be the lunch room of the high school I attend. A young, pretty, ethnic woman has come to find me. She is now sitting directly across from me. My current self is speaking with her, she has come due to a particular view I hold of the Creator. She seems to me a renegade, a freedom fighter ( though I am not certain the faction [ + or – ] ), someone involved in the concept of a spiritual war. I am not certain of her views, aside from that of a Creator who can die. I am telling her these concepts do not fit together, that a “creator” who can die is not my definition or meaning of “Creator”. In our discourse she drags me to the mall. Into back areas, private areas and passageways where I begin to lose my position here. I feel like I am waking again.

Rather than wake IRL, I begin waking on another bed.

Rob is laying here with an infant son still in diapers. The infant begins waking and I seem to immediately realize it is because he needs a diaper change. I reach over for him as Rob groggily comes to. I tell him I will take the boy myself for a diaper change, he acknowledges and knocks back off. With the boy in my arms I get into a car and begin driving through the city. Due to this scene involving Rob I suspect I am in Michigan. While driving the roadway becomes blocked by people, police officers, emergency fire personnel. There is a train blocking the remainder of the left side of the road that had caught fire, it is scorched, charred entirely black. I drive to its left and try to go around the far side of it. In the process, a light skinned male with brown hair comes for me.

I have somehow arrived at an empty movie theater,
sitting in one of the rows of empty seats. 

I still have the boy with me but I lose sight of him for a scary moment. It is this man who brings him back to me. Who has even seen to the boys ( diaper ) change, himself. It seems I should know who he is. He is speaking with me about something but this has been a lot of layers to hold and our conversation does not survive the shift back to physical space. 

This is as far as I can see. I can hold no more.

September 27, 2023

The mistakes I can make as a guest; visiting Rob

I am over at Rob and Kalina’s.. I am making a lot of mistakes ( for a guest ). I have laid out an outfit for Rob to wear, a really nice color of blue cotton t-shirt and shorts. The t-shirt is one I had made for him. On the front it says “Not really here” and on the back “at the Galactic Travel Channel” — all in white letters with a little spaceship logo. When he gets home he doesn’t put it on. I see him walking through the apartment — ( he is much thinner than usual ) — and he is wearing a black t-shirt and short set with a white t-shirt underneath. I say “aw, you didn’t put it on.”  He doesn’t comment and looks a bit disgruntled. Did I overstep some boundary?

Did he not like the color?
Did he not find the t-shirt funny?
I don’t know.

Sometime later I step into the bedroom and put a knee down on the bed to talk with him, only to find Kalina here instead sound asleep. “Ah heck” I say, big mistake, hoping I did not just wake her. I go out to the kitchen, seeing there is a sink full of dishes I begin tackling the task. I start with a baking pan that has two of Rob’s t-shirts, both black with colored logos stuck to it like glue. I am pulling with all my strength to free the shirts from the pan. Rob walks into the kitchen while I am at this. Hoping to lighten the air, with a glint in my eye I cheekily say “do you want to tell me happened here?” It feels like the story is forthcoming but I am already beginning to wake. 

Note: It is a really uncomfortable feeling throughout this whole experience. The air is heavy, color is lacking. I feel unwelcome. It is near to polar opposite to how I know Rob and Kalina. I think this might be relative to the weight loss.

September 26, 2023

The exciting idea of living upside-down in the world, kundalini currents

There is a tall, thin young man with thick, shaggy brown hair standing in the distance. He may be teaching a class but I see only him. I have what I think is a brilliant idea — living upside down on the clock in the world; animating life in the world while most others in the country are asleep. I am asking him if he knows of any groups who meet in the night, book clubs, reading or study groups are what I seem most interested in but cycling also is suggested.

During our dialogue we draw in closer to each other. We are in an apartment now. He is the one speaking. I can see that he is more educated than I am but there is still an energetic matching that is in play. At one point he seems to sweep in under the covers, or….under a table covered by a table cloth where I am laying. I see him very close up. I like his shaggy hair, the way it is framing his face. He kisses me. I am not sure if the kiss goes over with him or not. I had not asked for, or been interested in it but on my end it was fine. I begin to wonder about my breath.

The thought causes me to begin rhythmically pulsing into and out of the scene, from my body laying in the bed ( and back into the scene ). The whole area surrounding my sacrum feels as though I am wearing my TENS device ( note: transcutaneous electrical nerve stimulation (TENS) involves the use of low-voltage electric currents to treat pain; a small device delivers the current at or near nerves ). The rhythmic pattern of the current is so strong that I really have to look and think back if maybe I fell asleep with it on, *which is not a feasible answer because the TENS turns off every 10 minutes. What I am feeling is the kundalini, the inner electric currents of the body. I more generally feel this during conscious shifts into and out of OBEs, I suppose what is happening in this moment is close enough to qualify. 

I can feel the sensation and radiation of the currents even hours after I wake.

Same area. A large radiation off the lower spine. So interesting.

September 25, 2023

An ancient debt is unearthed, met and paid

I am the waters edge, the ocean is receding, pulling back into itself and revealing a kind of mud city that used to be here. There are inlets built into the hardened mud, not quite like honeycombs, they are not as geometrically perfect or organized but it is something like this and they are built for people. It is night when I get here, there is someone else with me but I can not see him yet. The structures I’ve just mentioned are hard to see but they are here. Somehow the man can not navigate me over to them. It is like we leave and come back when there is still daylight. The man is young, I can see him now, dark skin and black hair. I do not like the feeling of this place but know I have to go into one of the inlets with him and give myself to him. As my current self I do not know why but it feels like a leftover debt, something that has been owed. 

The whole ordeal is not pleasant, experienced from my current point of view -although I feel the tie that binds me to this. Ritual feels involved, not unlike a marriage ritual, only there is no more to what is happening here beyond the instance of it. There is nothing on the other side of it that I can detect. Afterward I am free to leave ( the debt, if that be the correct term is met in full ).

When I come out from the inlet, John is outside waiting to rescue me / get me out of here. He doesn’t like one bit what is happening and while waiting outside his angst is building, not to mention his male competitive edge. It builds to where rather than immediately taking me away from here he heads into the inlet from where I just came. I think he knows the young man is no longer here but he is looking around as if to understand, and even get a scent, it appears he might pounce on him any moment. There are random belongings cast about and lamps that light the space. This is more than I saw of the place previously.

I am hesitant to be here and anxious to leave, I tell John that the longer we stay here the more likely it is we will get drawn even further into it.

In this unsettling energy, I wake.

September 24, 2023

Substitute teacher, replacement wife, injured cat

Under water inside some kind of school of …predator fish? 

In an empty store front room from where I will teach yoga to possible passers-by. 

[ Then later ]

I am a substitute grade school teacher, relieving another of the substitutes standing in for the more regular teacher. 

When I arrive to the classroom it is a right mess, the other substitute, a young female briefly shows me the ropes. I am walking through, from the desk to where the toys are kept, it would seem trying to push my conscious state of attention more through. This makes it seem as though I am almost intoxicated, the waves being as thick as they are for me to get through. I am trying to focus in on certain objects. Everything fast forwards to where it is night and I am driving the other substitute teacher home. On the drive, physical space is intruding into the dream, while in the car driving I feel my mindfold mask on my face. This scares me ( because I am driving ) and move to take it off. As soon as I do I feel it on my face again. I take it off and it is on again. — never alerting to the sign. Soon I tell myself to just keep driving forward and I will be fine, mask on or mask off. 

We arrive at the teacher’s house, only it seems now I am in void space hanging in mid-air. A nice looking black man has a hold of me by my hands, I am telling him to pull me up. He is hesitating for a moment, possibly because it feels there is an embrace on the other end of this. I am not sure. He does eventually pull me up, and on the other end there is an embrace. We go right through each other to where we are now laying side by side on the sofa with our young child. 

A young black woman is kneeling to the side of the sofa. Is she instructing us? It would seem so, but I cannot hear what she is saying. I am trying to figure out who she is. Was she his wife? has she passed on? is this her spirit bringing in a replacement ( ie: me ) and making sure everything is alright? I don’t know. — these are just thoughts going through my head as I try to pay attention and get a nice long look at her. >>It is late now and time to go to bed.

Everyone gets up and on the way to bed, sees a large wooden table filled with foods. 

We sit here and eat, -even though it feels to me this is our neighbor’s table and food. What is here is food that is left over, it wasn’t even covered with the large piece of tin foil near sitting beside it. Nor was the room cleaned up, which is not normal at all. My husband and young boy finish and are going up to their rooms. I stay here and begin straightening up. For a reason I cannot see, just before this I had deliberately taken some salt and sprinkled the floor beneath the table with it. An action that seems a bit like throwing a pinch of salt over the left shoulder. It just feels to me like we shouldn’t have been here, like it is not ours, perhaps, though, this is just more of my conscious mind intruding into the dream, and this truly is this family’s kitchen. In any event, I am now second guessing having turned on a light to do my straightening. I am hoping I haven’t been seen.

As I am walking through the house, closing it down on my way up I pass by the front door to see our two? cats coming in. One of them as it passes me reaches over to the other and, using its paw like a person uses their hand pulls some bandaging out of the right side of the other cat’s right eye. “What?” I think to myself, confused at the use of the paw, but then quickly distract from this feeling bad I did not notice and tend to the other cat’s injury myself. I look to it, to where it seems the two cats are actually one, and see there is more packing inside of that eye. I pull out another piece of it, carefully so as not to get swiped. I see now the tail is also bandaged, with what looks like simple tissue. Poor thing, I am wondering what happened to it. Somehow in all this activity the cat gets into a low cabinet where there are some vegetables being aged/fermented on plates. 

Feeling curious, I look down there and see there are more than just the one plate the cat is eating from. I get him out from there, coddling his face with mine and saying “I am glad you found something good to eat.” The cat understands me perfectly and in reciprocation begins licking my face, my right eye to be exact. I deliberately make that eye water to release anything from the cat’s tongue that might have gotten in there. A flow of salty tears drops to the ground. Where there is now a large platter of the fermented vegetables the cat is eating. I see a large half red onion and remove it, “this is no good for you” I say. There are other items on the platter I feel could be more harm than good. —In the process of identifying and removing them, I wake.

September 23, 2023

The origin of the Hebrew language

Location: Palestine

This is challenging to lay out. I feel I am predominantly point consciousness, observing through the consciousness field of various others. I am first in an outdoor area, sand beneath my feet and everywhere, sporadic greenery ( trees ) in random places in the distance. I am merged in the field of a female, a carer of a family member of a man who is in this people’s militia group I am approaching. No-one sees me as any threat ( generally they might perceive everyone in this fashion ). The family member I care for is also female and “on the spectrum.”

I somehow get inside the building they are guarding up ahead, either as pure point consciousness and/or somehow connected to some other male. I have never seen what I am about to see. I am being shown. Inside this room it is earthen, there are four columns near the corners of a large rectangular shaped pool. It appears neglected and there is a somewhat large, irregular, oval shaped area along the far length of the pool that appears to me a rust stain. 

There is only one other man inside this room with me. He is standing at one of the far ends while I am at the other. He tells me to watch. He moves out of the room, or my line of sight, and I see the water from the pool being emptied. It has been let to get dirty and grow acidic to hide what the pool holds. Fresh water ( somehow special water ) is then poured into it. I do not see how, there must be an inlet that flows into the pool directly from below. When the fresh water is introduced, symbols and pages of text, ancient Hebrew script appears written almost in shadow along the inside of the walls. I am amazed at the discovery. 

I am walking along the side of the pool, looking at the far inside wall, 
trying to make out what I am seeing when I wake.

It is early. I go back in.

I am in an office, circa 1970s, some kind of bank or money related institution. 

There is an issue relative to only me, not in getting paid but receiving an actual check. Everyone else gets an actual paper/hard copy check but not me. The man in charge here, or who is behind this situation, leaves a woman in charge while he goes somewhere. I am trying to inform her, and make my plea for the actual check, to which she sees no disagreement, or reason to deny the request. We are walking now outside. It is night. She is getting into a very old car. In its day the model was really special. Large ice balls begin catapulting through the air. They are meant to impact and kill people. We all get in our cars and begin driving. I am on the tail of a man in an orange/rust colored car. We are meant to be going somewhere together but instead he moves to leave/evade me as I begin shifting from here back into my bed.

[ Still early. I go in again. ]

This time I am in an apartment. Mom is in the living room, I am in the kitchen and we are talking across the two rooms. “From my God to yours” she says “the injection everyone needs to get is Soldevere.” I am standing in front of the microwave oven, which sits at eye level above the stove writing what she is saying in the condensation / steam vapor on the microwave door. I ask her to spell that thing she just said so I get it right. “S o l d e v e r e” she spells out letter by letter and pronounces : sol devvuh rey. The first portion of the word is clear, sol meaning SUN, but I am lost on the translation of the latter. My translation searches have been no help.

September 22, 2023

The Fae, flood rains, raging river, child actors

Car. downhill. unexpected speed. I’ve been sabotaged. I am shown  how adding just 5.5 ounces to my ride has caused this and the way it was added was by someone morphing their eyelashes from short and stubbly to thick and near 3” long. —I know now I am dealing with faeries. 

The next thing I know I am with a couple, the wife of whom is very faerie-like, inside the living room of a house they have just rented and are now moving into.

The house is empty inside, I am assisting with repairs and designing the interior. I am finishing up painting a half wall ( in the bedroom at the foot of the bed ) an ephemeral pale lavender with a magical looking sheen when I realize I haven’t even asked the wife what her favorite color is. The way she is answering my question ( each and every question ) is very faerie-like. She puts out her fingers and while speaking a faerie language I myself am trying to understand, as though measuring my question solely in this moment she moves through the color spectrum, landing on an extremely deep shade of indigo blue …. “blueee!” she speaks out innocently, having discovered this just now for herself. I see the color very clearly and tell her we can easily paint another wall in the room this shade, and that it will go very well with the other color I have already painted.

Back in the living room, looking at the white walls, the flooring and other little repairs that need doing I notice the water through the open windows and step out back. — flood waters have created a narrow 10 feet deep raging river between the houses. Someone could easily get caught up in that, but I find it an exciting feature to have right outside one’s backyard. There is not much to the backyard, really just a large wooden deck with a wood bridge and steps that lead over to another. I am now walking from the one deck over to the second. A large standing, water saturated wood plank has been put here. I hold to it for balance as I go by but it is so saturated that it easily comes loose, and even wholly up from the floor. A man that is out here tells me to be careful. “I will” I say, as I hand him the plank. I continue toward the second deck, seeing there are no access steps to get me up the approximately 5 feet higher that it stands relative to the walkway leading to it. I am going to have to climb and lift my own self up there. 

The deck has a simple wood railing that I imagine is also wet through and through,
and therefore not very sturdy. 

I see three large, maybe 9” gold nails with the sharp ends exposed at the corner of the deck closest to me. They likely held a piece of the wood railing that is no longer there. I will have to be very careful to avoid impaling myself on these. I take hold of the deck, then hand by hand reach up toward what support I can grab hold of until I have pulled myself up to stand on the deck. The wood rail held, but tumbles over as soon as my feat is finished. “Goodness” I think to myself “that was lucky timing.” The next thing I know I am sitting on the deck in a circle with what I want to call the Brady kids, because the girl who played Marsha Brady in the 70s sitcom The Brady Bunch is here. More accurately I think these are all just child actors. There are 3 of them and myself. The kids are improv-ing amongst themselves, cameras are behind them filming, I am laughing at something funny the youngest of the group says when I feel myself pulling back toward physical space.

September 21, 2023

Ky, ancestral descendants, reawakened sexual energy channels

A woman named Saturday. She is sitting and talking with a group of other women when one of them says they live near Wilmington. I am walking by, and hearing this, recognizing it as being where S used to live before recently moving to Israel am now stopping in my tracks and going back. I address the group, “did one of you just say you live near Wilmington?” None of the women are confirming they did. I begin speaking to one of them in particular, a pretty young woman with alabaster skin and shoulder length strawberry blonde hair. I apologize for interrupting and explain that I have a friend from that area. She is congenial and smiles. I turn to walk away but then turn back again, deciding to introduce myself by name, “I am Casey” I say, and shake her hand as she says hers is “Saturday”. I smile, finding that interesting, and head off. 

A whole scene I can only barely recall  happens in what seems an instant between here and when I am breaking through a sort of barrier. It is dark, confined, like a closet, and I am pushing what is constructing the walls out of my way and barreling through. Someone is aghast at all the damage I have just caused as, now out of the confinement area and in the middle of some street I turn to my left and continue waking. I seem confused, not knowing the precise way I want to go. I notice the environment has a tangerine tinge to it. I turn after only a few steps and begin going the other way. A young male security person is coming after me. Another female police officer steps in and stops him. I understand in this activity that I am just to be observed, nothing beyond observation is approved. In the energy of trying to understand all this myself — I wake. 

It is still early, not quite 8am so I do a brief 15 minute WBTB, then go back in >>

There is an area of activity from before, something beneath the surface activity logged above that is still trying to break through. I feel the little ‘dings’ as it tries to surface but I cannot grasp enough of it to make the connection necessary. Then, suddenly I realize the blackness behind my closed eyes has turned to a lighter shade of marbled slate grey. Within it I am seeing a pattern, like a very large half snowflake covering the middle and lower left portion of my field. It is not the correct color to be the activity that has been trying to surface ( which is more orange/tangerine ) so I just look into the pattern, wondering it what it is, when …. sometime later it presents as the upper and upturned color of a royal cape and appearing within the cape is a Lion being. He himself is indeed more orange in color, I look at and even into him, his energy, until I realize it is Ky! “Wow!”, I feel the sensation through my whole being, “he has come for an actual visit!” I am standing here, face to face with him. It is a truly extraordinary, surreal feeling. 

Although I do not experience it in first person, I know Ky must have merged with me, — my whole being and body are charged and there is a profound reawakening of the sexual energy channels. I feel this as an intrusion into me by an invisible force within the coming scene ( one I am only welcoming and wanting to sink myself into ), and by two separate gentlemen in the scenes that follow. In this first scene I am in an apartment with an assortment of other young people ( young college aged adults ). I have just been woken and am in this energy, and only want for it to continue forever but have stood and am walking now through the living room in a sort of sexual energy intoxication, on the verge of here and elsewhere, barely able to keep my attention here in this room. I am looking for articles of clothing in which to dress myself in order to go out. 

Someone, I think the girls, two girls want me to go to a party with them. I find the top portion of a white lace lingerie set on the circular glass coffee table in the middle of the room. It has a white cotton bunny tail on the back. “This can’t be mine” I think to myself ( as my real time persona ), setting it down and continuing my search. My attention, in the most amazing way is pulsing into and out of this place, as though ‘elsewhere’ is vying increasingly more for it. I am now kneeling down in front of a dresser, the bottom drawer open, a pile of 5 folded pairs of colorful underwear are in my hand. I move to place them into the drawer, which is absolutely full of what seems hundreds of more colorful and likewise folded pairs. As I am placing the pairs in my hand inside the drawer, my attention follows into the array of color patterns and I shift.

This is fascinating—I am pulling backwards out of the scene above to where I find myself sitting in a movie theater, leaning on the chair in front of me with my chin propped on my hands, so engrossed in what has been playing on the screen that I thought myself to actually be in the scene. I was in the scene, but now it feels I have only been here and watching it as a movie. I sit myself back on the seat. The theater is full, no seat is empty. — but the ten rows out in front of our row are vanishing. There is now an open space here which our row and those behind are now moved forward into. We are then all swept more toward front and center.

I do not like this position relative to the screen because for one, I am far sighted, I can see better where I was, and two, it feels we are all being herded and contained like grade school children. I manage to detach my chair and my person from the group and reverse it back up to where it was. The next thing I know I am back in the previous scene >> 

I am walking into a building where there are apartments, the two girls are on my right and left respectively just behind my line of sight. It is raining. We are all animatedly talking and as we step into the building, I notice, but am not even stunned that here in the corridors between apartments it is still raining. We just keep talking and moving forward toward the party, a joyous almost gleeful energy filling me and I laugh as I begin singing ( to myself ) the song “raindrops keep falling on my head.” The door to the apartment is just up ahead, an impressive, carved wood door which arches at the top. We approach and go in. The room is massive and the timeline has shifted. We are in what appears an 1800s social gathering. Everyone is well dressed, as they would be for an evening gathering of this kind. As we move in I begin singing the “raindrops” song out loud for the whole room to hear. I have a beautiful singing voice, it captures everyone’s attention. As the girls and I sweep even further into the scene, beginning to interact with the others we get split up. 

There is a gentleman sitting at a table with a few others, what appears to be a level up from where I am standing. He is addressing me, asking that I collect what looks to be coded information from another man who is on a level just below me. I cannot hold the code in my memory, I ask the gentleman above if he has a pen, I will write it down and pass it to him.

As I am engaged in all this, handing the slip of paper up to the gentleman above a portion of the room from where I am standing and toward him breaks apart from the rest. All I can do is sweep my arms around the woman at his table closest to me and hold on.

We are all swept away like a boat on a carnival water ride. 

Soon into this affair, looking into the waterway up ahead I see there is a floating chair coming at us from the opposite direction. I put out my left leg ( the other being wrapped around the woman I am holding to for dear life ) to keep the chair on the far side of the waterway, away from it impacting us. The gentleman I have been engaging with tells me there is no need and to keep watching. I look over toward the chair fast approaching to see that it has a face!, it is an alive thing, it is keeping its own self to the far side as we go by. 

Everyone is still talking at the table,
engaging with each other as though none of this is even happening. 

Only—the man and I seem out of their time and additionally in another. As I am working all this out I begin feeling a sensation, I look into it to discover he has intruded into me with his hand, using two fingers. There is really nothing I can do while in this position, which he is most aware. The most I can do is keep my composure and not give away to the others what is happening under the table. Somewhere in all the sensations running through me I shift once more.

Still as the same female I became entering the party, I am standing in a large open library. It has multiple levels and racks, and is well lit by beautiful arched windows at the very top which line the entire room. I am curious to see myself, to see what ( pray tell ) has caused all the allure this particular evening. No sooner do I think this than do I see myself as though in a mirror. I am stunning, indeed, if not a bit older than most other females attending such gatherings; easily I am well into my 30s and dressed in full mid 1800s garb. My blouse is made of a delicate and fine flesh toned material that almost seems to float, or billow wispily along a respectably open V line through the chest. I am wearing pearls and earrings. My hair is chocolate brown, of a texture that is not straight nor curly but something in between and is pulled up to expose the neck. Fine wisps of hair have managed their way free of the arrangement along the hairline. My eyes are blue with natural dark lashes and have the look of someone experienced in life. I have seen myself in this form before, during a self regression some years ago. My name is Elizabeth, the year is 1847, Boston, I am a music/voice teacher and not married.

—Back to the library: I am standing at one of the upper levels, a gentleman wearing a grey suit and hat is entering, attention aimed straight at me, formidably yelling up that I am a descendent of a man named ____ _____ ; I do hear the name in the experience but lose it in re-entry. The first and last names are equally short ( ex: John Lear ). When the name is said I see him in an old photograph that I recall finding some time back in my own father’s library. I am holding to one of the elaborately carved wood rails, crouching down toward the gentleman from the edge of this set of steps. I am telling him all of this, but in my mind the years do not coincide. ( I am thinking as my current self and not Elizabeth ). 

We talk for awhile longer but he is excited, and forward, and knows what he knows, and before I know it he has swept me up into his arms, sat me upon his lap where we are now both sitting on the edge of the outdoor veranda and is kissing me fiercely. Still trying to come up to speed with how fast everything is ( still! ) happening I begin to feel he is about to stand and throw me over the ledge. I try pulling away and working some distance between us. To which I do succeed.

Another female helper has now entered the activity and is trying to work an appeasement between all the energy when all of a sudden the gentleman, arms up in curious inner anticipation simply says “nothing.” — during the most passionate of kisses he felt nothing. He is not sure how to feel about this. Current day etiquette dictates that a descendent such as me is at the top of the list from which to marry. But he felt nothing. No connection. And as it turns out, the helper and I now discover he is in love with someone else. A delightful, childlike woman of pure light and innocence ( I am seeing her ). So happy for myself and for him, I begin leaning in toward him, helping to console and validate his feelings for this other woman when the frequencies begin to shift and change and I feel myself moving back toward physical space. 

All I can think as I arrive, shift my position in the bed and begin embedding is, 

“Man, ( intense ) ……THAT was a lot to handle.”

I am feeling inwardly toward the sexual energy sensation, following it to a very definite inner portion of my female anatomy in order to exactly locate it, — the location where the cells seem so alive and vibrating is not where one might suspect ( or at least not where I would suspect ), it is my cervix. I am riveted by the sensation, curious at it and unable to figure out in the moment why at my age the cervix of all areas would be animated. 

I am of course well beyond the child bearing years.

I’ve got some homework to do.

September 20, 2023

A glimpse into what lay beneath my current body anomalies

Point consciousness : I am an observer looking in on a scene, not from above but from the same level as the scene itself. The standard presence, this time just behind my left shoulder is here with me. The scene is simple. I am looking out toward a small wooden house with wooden porch, roughly 20 feet ahead of where I am standing. Sitting on the porch is my dad, and on either side of him my two brothers, Derrick and Roger. One of them has an ailment of some kind and the other a broken leg. “Something is wrong with both of them” I say, as the scene fades and I shift.

—An incredibly long scene has been playing out  >>

It has too much content to hold in full but I can reach in and grasp where I am standing at a landing that just to the front of it goes down. A young boy is worming his way in front of me and wants to go down there all on his own. He takes a step and then a tumble—he falls all at once rather than making the step, a sort of rope ladder although not made of rope but a thin metal alloy of some kind. He has landed on his back and is laying lifeless down there. Realizing he is not moving I spring into action. I scale down, retrieve the boy into my arms and while climbing back up the very poorly constructed ladder the boy comes to. I set him down when I reach the top then get myself top level, too. He runs off as though nothing ever happened. 

Where we are, it reminds me of something like a convention center. There is faded royal blue carpeting, bright lights overhead, roped off areas that lead into separate events, security, etc.. I am walking down one of the roped off columns toward someone standing security. A striking, tall and intimidating male. I am holding an unlit cigarette in my right hand in a way that my palm should shield it from view. The security person sees it all the same. — even though I have now tossed it. I cannot tell if I will be let into this area or not. ( fade to black ). 

The next thing I know >>

The boys, Derrick, Roger and one other ( and I ) are traveling from San Diego to Las Vegas to care for dad ( who passed away in 2011 ). 

This is another large segment I can barely recall. Aside from a moment I spend with this other young man who has joined us. I seem to know him, his energy, his feeling-tone, but I cannot place exactly who he is IRL. I like him, I like our interaction and exchanges and am really glad he has come with us. I ask him if he will be staying the whole time or returning to San Diego ahead of us. I do not recall his answer. It might seem he himself does not really know yet. The activity here with dad and the boys shifts into an even larger sphere of activity. Again, way too much to hold but I can grasp where I am at a house where there are carers and people who are being cared for.

A woman comes up to my bedroom door as I am stepping out to cross the outdoor area-way to the main house to use the bathroom. She brashly asks “what do you want?” I look over into kitchen and realize she must be cooking everyone’s breakfast. I tell her “nothing” to which her face shows a look of approval as well as surprise. I guess everyone usually puts her to work. I tell her I will rarely if ever want anything ( meaning—cooked by another person ). I like to see to myself. We are both now in the kitchen with all the others. I am looking through a drawer, searching for something, a bit perturbed by the way is contents are so disorganized. I put things back to right, not really realizing down in the scene how insulting I must have just sounded. I begin looking for a glass, or container for water. I hear someone across the way sneeze. A woman comes up to me and begins talking and as she does has some difficultly swallowing. I wonder to myself if she has a sore throat, as she puts a hand to her throat and I inquire aloud. “Yes” she says, “I think I do.” As everyone is showing signs of illness, I surmise the safest thing to do is go to my car for some stored water I have there.

Now I am walking into a parking garage and approaching my car to see it is covered with a thin white topper. I begin lifting it off, the car beneath is very nice and a silver color. Not a moment after noticing, an olive skinned woman in a white dress with a red and black pattern approaches. She says something and then slips under the car closest the front driver’s side wheel. I try to get her out, in fact insist she come out. I do not need any work on the car and besides she is not dressed appropriately to work down under there. Each time I get her out she slips into yet another area, including the trunk. I am trying to do what I am ( ie: get to my stored water ) at the same as deal with her but now I am feeling like I may just have to get my car out of here.

I move from the trunk to the driver’s side door when I see she has a skewer and a long curved knife jammed down into two separate exterior buttons that have to do with the operation of the vehicle. I am pulling them both out when I hear a group of three others approach the back of the car. One of them is male, I cannot see the other two, I think they are a male and a female. The first one, a tall olive skinned man with thick brown hair is surmising what the olive skinned woman must be up to. He surmises she is not after the vehicle itself and concludes it is my wallet ( money, resources ) she is after. I look over to the hood of my car where I have set my black purse. I take it in my hands and clutch it to me. As I move to get inside the car behind the driver’s wheel — I wake.

Note : this last segment, the people talking while arriving at the rear of my car has reminded me of something else. Earlier, just prior to everything I written I recall laying in my room and hearing a female voice in my right ear. It feels like I am in my room IRL, but it must have been the etheric ( ie: I was in a shift ). Such a surprising thing when this happens — something so unlike ordinary reality. I can hear the woman’s voice but not make out exactly what she is saying, there is some static, as though the woman is coming across radio waves so I reach up with my rand hand and gently plug my right ear. Now I can hear her loud and clear. I am astonished. I am trying to make out exactly what she is talking about but before I know it have shifted in further, into the experiences logged above, >and more that were simply too much to hold. 

*   *   *

Second note : I think I am being shown here — that and why — I am taking on so many physical ailments IRL at the moment. It is common for the Kundalini, and also my personality to take on for myself what would be less convenient for others ( I am connected with ) to process themselves. Both my brothers both have and support families. While I am on my own and responsible for only myself. When I take us all in as a singularity, I tend to bring unto myself ( process myself ) what brings balance, harmony and homeostasis. Also, I find I can process what still needs processing more rapidly naturopathically than the others can allopathically. It would also seem I being shown the color spectrum through which I am working ( ie: silver ), as well as an element I may be working against ( ie: the woman slipping under my car ); in dreams, my dreams, anyway, a car/vehicle most often represents the body. The areas of the car where the woman “slips into” are identical to where I am experiencing my current physical difficulties.

Fascinating. —right?

September 19, 2023

Real time with my brother, sound technology, body anomalies

I am with my brother, Derrick, ( sooo real ), talking to him about things — things actually going on in real life. I am in his room, walking around, putting areas back in order, straightening up. I see a device I want to use but it is taken apart. It is a sound device, it emits frequencies, I bring it to Derrick and tell him I want to use it on my back ( I’ve been dealing with a pinched nerve the past few days IRL ). He questions me about whether things like that actually work. I tell him they do, more often than not, but sometimes it can be a hit and a miss. In any event, still worth having in one’s tool kit and giving a go. He chuckles softly, more understanding than agreeing. 

At some point I am looking at the back side of my right calf. I see a nickel sized flat mole with an irregular shaped border. There are delineations around the circumference that look almost like hair-thin little levers. I am trying to cognize exactly what I am seeing. A geometry of some kind, a technology it would almost seem. I do not like seeing this here, it raises my alarm bells. When I go to show Derrick and look back at the area it is gone. I am confused at this, but feel relief.

Derrick has brought a load of freshly laundered clothes into the room, I am beginning to help him fold. I find a girl’s grey top that stayed folded in the wash and is still wet. ( it must be Elissa’s ).

I am saying this and handing it to him as I begin to wake.

*   *   *

Note: It is common that now and again I see something hanging off the back of my calf. It is more usually something that looks 3 short strings, all different lengths between 2-4 inches with slate black cubes hanging off them. It generally shocks me when I see this. There is a knowing that my life here in part is working these off. So when I see they are still there it can cause mild panic. What I saw today could also be a kind of implant. Second note: I did not even realize until after logging this dream, today is my brother, Derrick’s, birthday ( ! ).

September 18, 2023

Exhaustion, endless walking, unable to get where I am going

By the end of this one I am in tears.

No matter where I am going I just can’t get there.—whether by foot, or by bus or by plane. It is the longest night. It is the longest time before I can even find a comfortable position in the bed ( due to a pinched nerve off the base of my spine I have had for two full days ). I am turning from one side to the other to the other all night long. I can see I am in the same dream each time I move to shift my position. Which is something like every 30 minutes. In the dream : I am walking for the longest time, together with someone when I all of a sudden realize, near 3/4 of the way toward where I am going that I never even got on the bus I’d intended to catch. I am pretty tired at this point and keep veering off the right side of the sidewalk into the surrounding desert terrain. There is a man with a young boy, both loading silver hand guns walking off in the same direction. Seeing this, I get myself back up on the sidewalk. I am as exhausted as a person can be. My head is swimming. I don’t know what to do. I begin looking for if there are any more bus stops this far out. I feel like falling down. Then. >> All of a sudden I am just there. Where I was going. The casino.

Once I am at the casino, immediately I am trying to get home. I walk for the longest time trying to find the valet area where I might catch a cab or rent a car. I just can’t find it. I turn around and go back the other way. I begin interacting with some of the cocktail waitresses at a service bar entrance, trying to catch a ride with any whose shift may be ending. I have missed all the ones who just got off shift. I am beside myself. One of the girls approaches me with a gift. It is a sheet of a jelly-like substance that is a bit darker in color than the color of the inside of the mouth and has cut-outs the shape of the tongue and that would fit over the gums. She tells me it contains minerals and oils that are good for the gums. I accept it from her, a little confused — until the next time I wake to shift my position in the bed, when I am heartened by her help and compassion. One of the girls begins walking me in the right direction, the way I just came, past the point where I turned around. “I just had not gone far enough, I guess” I say, and she confirms. 

I begin having doubts I can actually get back home, I can not remember the address and can not find my address book. I try so hard to remember, for the longest time. Then someone hands me something that is the shape of a bar of soap and the color of paper ( I think it is an exotic kind of fruit ). I open it in half, breaking down in tears, saying “I can’t get home with this, there are not even any addresses inside.” Someone must have felt something for me in that moment, because not seconds into the anguish and that last sentence the waves shift and I am back in my room. I shift my position in the bed, wincing at the pain, thinking to myself “what a frustrating night.”

It is still early, my body is exhausted not just from the pain but the night’s events so I let myself sleep more. I fall right back into the same dream.

I am at a job with a woman who approximates a recent care client,—Jean. I am trying to clean up the area around her ( the bed area, where she spends most her time ). I am counting multiple cans of hairspray. I begin reaching in to collect them all into a pile, so I can ask her how many she really needs and how many I can put away elsewhere. The spray cans are all white and gold with a bit of royal blue. I have more than a dozen in a pile, a few are essentially empty. We are working out between ourselves what is really needed and what is not when I shift from here to a little outside storage hut. It has a window cutout covered in mesh. I hear something moving around in there and look inside to see what turns out to be a man coming up from under what is now a mess of food cans and other things. “What are you doing in there?” I say, “how did you get in there?” 

The man is telling me it was easy, pointing to a square opening at the rear that opens into his own little house off the side. “Well get out of here” I say as he helps himself to a can or two of the food. He is not going anywhere and says no-one will ever he is here so why should he. My first instinct is to record him. I get out my phone, hold it up so he can see and begin video recording him. I feel the mistake in that almost immediately. Now he and the other man he lives with are going to want to get the recording off of me, it is proof of their misdeed.

I stop recording and get onto the sidewalk fast, heading in the direction of home. There are lots of other people out walking, I get ahead of some of them and try to blend in. Both of the men back there are coming after me. One of them catches up and knocks me down. But a man walking on the path behind me sees this and steps in to help. Between us, we knock the other man down and way off the path. I get up and begin walking again while thanking my helper.

There is a good-sized group of people all heading up a dirt path on the right toward a party. 

I get caught up with some of them, who as they swing by whisk me in their direction onto the dirt path. As I notice, three jovial, goodhearted young men invite me up with them. The one most catching my attention is a young black man wearing a green shirt with white numbers. He is smiling and holding some of the party goods up over his head “you are welcome to come with us” he shouts. It is an open invitation, really what he means is that everyone is welcome to the party. For the first time tonight I am feeling lighthearted and more at ease. But, all the same, bent on getting home decline the invitation and head back toward the sidewalk. 

Moments later, again I am back in my bed.

September 17, 2023

Meeting with my ( deceased ) dad – walk, run, posture adjustment in the splits

It surprises me when I suddenly realize I am with my dad ( who passed on in 2011 ).

I am picking him up from his group care and taking him for a long walk. I recall his room having a lot of activity, gym equipment an other such things. I think to myself I should look into getting him a better, more private room. I no longer recall what we discussed on our walk but at one point he fell down. An elder couple walking by try to assist him up using bungie cords attached to their canes. I thank them for their assistance and tell them I will do it, as I raise dad like a plank up off the floor. Following this quite lengthy walk I am given a choice for exercise. I choose none of what is offered and instead decide to go out for a run. — the run leads me into a classroom.

Inside the classroom there is a somewhat large group of others.

In the area foremost to the front ( of my attention ) people are working mostly on their own on various body postures. There is a teacher present who seems to occupy the entire room all once. It is only when someone gets to a particular depth of interest within a posture that the teacher may come over. I begin working on my splits, at a certain point making my way toward a vertical standing split, holding the foot that is in the air ( the right foot ) with my two hands and even stretching through the spine into a radiant feeling backbend. This gets the attention of one of the aides, a blonde woman who comes over to help perfect my alignment. The teacher may have come over also because following this I am in an area which seems may be hers.

I am being allowed to choose a gift for myself from a countertop. I want to choose a little spindly plant in a 2″ container that does not look to be doing so well.

I am thinking I can bring it more back to life. Among the gifts on the table this seems to be the one held in highest regard. It does not look like I am going to be let to choose it. I go back to the gift counter and begin looking again. I think I am beginning to shift away, a collage of activity is beginning to present. People in halloween costumes. 3D printing removable stickers and other items such as a silver barrette which I try to put in my hair but falls out.

The activity goes on for time but any sort of story line ends here.

September 16, 2023

Precognitive data, signs: weather event in Wyoming, +
the passing of someone I know

Data is coming in that is pertinent to several, seemingly unrelated areas.

As the flow begins I am standing in front of a small white fridge that has been cut in half, horizontally across the top. It is left without a top and the cold is just escaping. This is the fridge where I keep my own foods. I begin to think of devising a way to contain the cool air ( to improve efficiency ). I start by draping a large, thick cotton cloth over the top but I recall saving a thin slice of the actual roof somewhere and set out to look for it. In the process, data comes in that relates to being at work, at a care job. There was an elderly couple but the husband is now all alone. The wife has passed away. A full care staff remains. 

I begin noticing how MANY refrigerators are here.

Some have been near emptied because there is no longer the need to store the foods the wife once had eaten. It is a great waste of power, I set about to consolidating to be more efficient and save money for the husband. I can unplug and store the refrigerators no longer needed. I engage with some of the other staff as I do this, and begin taking the husbands meal orders and preparing them. At some point finding I have walked into a back room. 

I am stepping up to the sliding glass door, noticing a view of the house across the street, as two men, one a distance in front of the other come into view just outside. The scenery is very green behind them and it is raining. It appears it has been raining hard for some time, there is flooding in pockets and between the two sides of the street. I open the door and let them in. Once inside, they begin telling me the rains are not going to stop but rather increase, I should go home, get myself to safety. I am weighing the choice, “get myself to safety” as I swing my whole arm out to one side ( palm face up ) — “but if I do that I leave a man who needs help without any” as I swing my other arm out to the opposite side. There is now a kind of thud as pure silence hits the air.

I look over toward the sliding glass door to see the rains have momentarily stopped and the flood waters are gone. I drop my arms, throw open the door and begin running across the street to the elder man’s house. The two men I let in are following suit, fast on my tail as I wake.

*   *   *

Confused at the extent of conceptual crossover in the dream I begin inquiring into it. Somewhat clear is that I am being given what could be real data.

I focus on the rains the being told they are not going to stop. I find myself feeling there is going to be an event. I ask where and hear “WYOMING”. I ask for an exact date –none comes. I am let to feel an approximate timeframe throughout the experience which feels “impending”, relatively soon in the timeline but this is all I get. 

Worth noting here is that I am also very aware of who the elder couple is in this experience.

In my care career, I have only ever worked with one couple.

Both sets of data point to this coming Spring.

[ Note: I want to say that in reference to a date I first heard “September”, but as it is currently the month of September I thought it could be I was simply being told THE date, ie: today’s date / month. The timeframe, it could be then, could be between now and Spring. I will keep my eyes out for the signs. Also, I did not realize it time, but Yellowstone is in Wyoming. Interesting in that Wyoming is not a state one often hears about, aside from this. ]

September 15, 2023

The past comes visiting, processing old residue

Apartment. community. tour : A female is giving me the tour through the place ( ie: the complex ). Various people live inside one apartment. Bobby McBride is sharing a bedroom with me. It is a very large bedroom, he has own bed and even his own sleeping partner. I recall seeing this when waking inside the scene at some point and looking over.

The detail involved in the overall content is too hard for me to hold this morning.

I am in a process of getting my more normal rhythm back.

This involves pulling myself out of sleep early.

September 14, 2023

Real data is sent — Bob Peterson, the month of June, armed soldiers opening fire

There are a group of us. A woman has approached me and one other in the street. I can no longer see why, but the other takes me under their arm we rapidly get inside our white van, parked on the left side of the street, driving away as fast as we can, turning right at the first corner just ahead of us. I am being instructed to get away fast any time this kind of this happens. I just can no longer see what “this kind of this” is. The next thing I know I am parked in another vehicle on a perfectly, vertically inclined street — the rear end of the vehicle is at the lower end, the front end skyward.

I am behind the driver’s wheel. It is pretty high tech in here. There is what feels a male person just behind my line of sight on my right. I at least somewhat seem to know what I am doing. I have the brakes floored when I put the car in neutral, then at what I feel is the right moment release the brakes, which catapults us fast backwards down the hill/incline >> at the bottom I turn the wheel to the right to round the corner onto the straight-away street, then to the left as I put the car in drive. At this precise juncture the alarm I had for this morning goes off. Later, after deciding I am nowhere ready to get up and going back in—

Bob Peterson and his wife, June : It is daytime. I am walking away from a place where I had been living, I am shooting drone footage of the area and me walking away; I see the lush greenery of the area and tall, nearly square 5 or 6 story buildings where the people live. There are many of them. As I am walking I turn a nearby corner and begin walking down another street. On the left hand side of it, not far from the corner I see Bob Peterson and his wife, June, packing up their car in preparation to head toward another of their residences. This is what I think they must be doing, anyway. I step over, happy to see Bob and ask him this.

From inside the car he looks me square in the face and a second later says, “I do not know you.” — he then surreptitiously goes back to what he is doing. “Bob, you do know me”, I am saying as I explain exactly how and from where. His wife, June, also does not act in any more kind a fashion toward me but as they are pulling the car away I am swept inside with them. 

There are children, 2-3 that I can see, and a dog in the car also. One of them, a little boy is sitting on the passenger side footboard with his legs dangling out. It is as though there is no door. I tell him to get all the way in. It appears they may be taking a right at the bottom of the street, and I am heading left so I say they can just let me out here. Instead, Bob turns right, and it seems is going to see me home safe. On the way we are running into some unexpected dead-ends so I ask him if knows where Decatur/Alta is ( from this I realize we are [ now ] in Las Vegas and heading toward my dad’s old house where I grew up ). He says that he does and we begin heading that way when we see hundreds of armed soldiers shooting in tandem at one of the square buildings where people live. I am horrified. I can’t quite believe what I am seeing.

I feel fear, and that at any moment they will begin shooting into our car. I am suggesting to Bob we turn around. He doesn’t seem affected by what is happening at all. 

When he finally begins doing so it is not until we are right up on the soldiers. I feel them looking into the vehicle, I have taken a child into my arms and am laying horizontally to hide us from view. The invasive feeling of them looking pervades me as I begin to wake.

*   *   *

Note: Bob’s wife’s name is not June but Kathy, IRL

Data to dissect. 

September 13, 2023

A bizarre contact: beautiful man, water creature, altering the DNA

Again there is the most beautiful man. So very, very visually beautiful. This is happening regularly as of late — so regularly I realize it within this dream.

As I begin to be aware of him he is in a pool of water perceptually somewhere out in nature. It is challenging for me to cognize what he is doing. There is a kind of fish in this water ( there are two of them ). In the beginning I see them as quite small, just half the size the man’s hand. He has a hold of the one and has the mouth of the fish fixed to his forearm as though receiving some kind of bite from the thing. My mind does not know what to make of this. I do think I get the gist that the fish has some kind of quality, or component within it but I do not understand what it is and what it does. It is possibly something that alters the DNA, some kind of bacteria. 

After observing this activity for some time, and a closer interaction between myself and this man which causes a schism in me ( due to the high vibrational nature ) that makes this segment, aside from it happening impossible to hold — I find myself in the water.

The two fish, or what are now much larger water creatures are in here with me. It would appear I am to receive this same therapy. I am nervous, reluctant, edging toward the side of the pool, asking the man if when it approaches it will actually bite. He says yes. —and to my surprise, at the last moment I am pulled from the water as the man ( or are there now two of them? ) dives into the water and what I perceive from here is that the creatures are both hacked to pieces. I genuinely have no idea what has just happened. Or why. The next thing I know >>>

I am in a parking lot. It is night. I am observing myself from the outside get into the passenger seat of the first ( beautiful ) man’s car. I can not see what is happening once I get in but the feeling, perhaps because I cannot see, is ominous. I am inside there for just a brief time. I then see myself step out, walk a short ways across the lot and get into the passenger seat of another car. This time I am aware inside the vehicle. There is a blonde woman with straight hair in the driver’s seat. The next thing I know I am in another scene. There are various concepts that compose the scene: all here are women, the environment itself is a cross between a home, an office, a place of work. 

I am creating a book of forms needed for the function of the office. One book of forms turns into two. I have them both in my arms. They are for the woman who is slightly older than the rest, with dark brown hair. She runs a very fun office. I can see into the break room which she has filled with beverages, pastries, and other fun things to eat while here. The real meat, or depth of what is happening here I cannot see, this scene is just the surface but there is something underneath. There is a caucasian male in his 60s with thin, receding grey hair I am getting glimpses of. — but I can feel how strong the surface scene is working to cover what lay deeper.

This is all my conscious mind can get to.

September 12, 2023

OBE: The kiddy ride and definite series of tests

A brief OBE : I am coming away from the casino down a set of indoor, red carpeted steps when I realize the steps are wrong. I stop in my tracks, looking down, and then back up the steps. — “I am dreaming”, I say — now consciously continuing down the steps into what opens out into a mall. “Mundane”, I think to myself, “but okay.” I walk around for a moment deciding what I will do.

I realize ( sort of out of the blue ) I just can have anything that it is here. There is a dialogue I am having with my Inner beingness. When I think to myself I can just help myself to anything here, Inner being asks me if that is what I would do in waking reality. Hmm …. I decide I will eat something and soon come upon a little confectioners stand. There are sweetbreads, I choose one among them and begin to eat it. — it is not very good, not satisfying at all. 

While I am here at the stand I see a little clip on the counter.

I decide to do a test.

I fasten the clip to the outside of my purse to see if it will still be there when I get back to physical space. I have always wondered if I can bring an object through with me. [ Note: the clip is not on my purse when I get back ]. As I am walking again I begin to feel the sensation that I am carrying something, it is more than just my purse, it is larger. The noticing is brief but it includes another little Inner dialogue. “There is no need to carry anything with you” ( anything needed can be manifested ). I continue carrying what I am all the same. 

I am nearing an indoor swimming area for kids. There is a competition of sorts in play. I resign myself to being on a kiddy ride through this OBE as I walk into the area, look around, and watch a little of the activity. There is a young blonde boy over at the far end of the pool on a surf board. There is a water jet beneath him providing friction enough to keep him standing. Around the pool are a lot of parents sitting on beach chairs, another race is about to begin. I have walked all the way around to far side of the pool and am now realizing I am IN the water. I am deciding whether to walk through the pool to get out, or get out here and walk around again when I begin feeling myself shifting away. As I do, I again feel the sensation of what I am carrying and realize the experience is ending because I did not listen and put it down. 

When I get back to the bed I lay perfectly still, knowing I could possibly shift in again. 

I am thinking to myself how I never even did anything fun when I begin feeling sensations in my body of an intimate nature. I am interested, not opposed.

I vaguely see, or imagine myself sitting by an outdoor pool asking a man I do not know if I can kiss him. In the recesses of my mind I see the humanoid figure of a male whose face is decidedly not Earth human. It almost reminds me of a scarecrow, inverted triangle in shape. I am trying to make out the features more clearly but never do. All of this happens very rapidly. The alarm I had set goes off. It is time to get up. I have errands I must run today.

September 11, 2023

A mapping of my brain? — head/scalp and hair, a procedure is performed

I am with a male person who is investigating my head, or more specifically my scalp. 

He is showing me how my hair is receding from the forehead back and from the nape of the neck upward. He lifts my hair to reveal a 4-5 inch cross section ear to ear ( like a band [ of hair ] across the top of the head ) where the only hair is still stemming from; the area to the front and back of this cross section is bare/bald. The man is saying he is trying to figure out why this is happening. I begin seeing more geometrically now. The wide band ( ear to ear ) across the top of the head becomes a more narrow 1 inch band forehead to nape ( as in a mohawk ). These shapes are shifting back and forth one into the other until I perceive myself reclined in an operating chair and the intermittent, red, horizontal and vertical laser lights have changed to a steady blue cross over the back crown of my head. It feels good to me when the light changes to blue. Some kind of procedure is being done. It results in my hair spreading back out to fully cover the head. Question: Was this a mapping of my brain? Who were these people?

September 10, 2023

A long, long walk while receiving guidance

The walk is through an indoor plaza that sometimes looks like a mall and sometimes a casino. Although at one point I recall riding with others on top of the roofs of a silver tram, the walk itself is so long that my feet are actually aching when I wake. The last thing I recall is pointing out my ankles to the man I am with ( at this juncture ), which are each swollen like golf balls only on one side. My shoes had just fallen off me around the corner and I am going back for them as I make this observation. The guidance I am receiving is about more than I can now recall, but the last thing being said to me is about discipline. Including the discipline to not push myself too hard the way I do.

September 9, 2023

I am stopped from making a vertical ascent

All night I am stopped from where I am going. This happens in various settings but one featured element is when I am driving a large 1970s white Cadillac up a bend onto an incline that is so straight up and down that the top of the car reaches a pinnacle point where-at the front tires begin to lose contact and the whole car falls backward down to the point below. Each time the car lands upright and I try, and try again. — This is not an uncommon dream, more generally no matter how steep the incline I make it topside. This night, however, I am not being let. 

In the scenario just prior to waking ( to cut straight to the end [ and the point ] ):

I return to my room where I have left my wallet and a small, absolutely clear crystal point that is very dear to me to find the wallet cleared out and the crystal point missing. There is a man out in near vicinity who is dressed modernly but I can tell is of Native American Indian descent. I ask him if saw who took my things. He doesn’t want to say but gives does give enough indication that he has seen. I ask him who it was. He will not give me this information. My emotions flare, “you have seen who it is and you will not come clean? !!!” 

I tell him the items in the wallet are not important to me but the crystal is very dear. His left arm begins lifting, although almost psychically reaching out and feeling for where the crystal is. It extends to where I begin to see a large manilla envelope in a clear pocket on a wall somewhere. He retrieves and looks inside where there are many small crystals. None are mine. As we continue looking a female Native American begins helping us. More crystals appear in nooks and crannies that we begin looking through. I remind them that mine is a point, it comes to a perfect point on top. I describe the clarity. 

We still have not located it when I begin to wake. 

Note: the crystal we are looking for is a version of a crystal Robyn gave to me some time ago. It is ice clear on top and could easily be cut down the crystal as I saw it in this dream. 

September 8, 2023

Female psychiatrist offers me a free session

Female psychiatrist, dark brown hair pulled back, invites me to sit in a session with her for free. 

My maternal grandma is here, she comes into the room and sits in the recliner meant for me. I get her up and escort her back to her room ( she is wandering ). When I finally do sit in the chair myself the psychiatrist doesn’t even do anything, she never begins a session, she is just standing behind the counter in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea. I seem to recall mom passing through, or talking with someone in the periphery. While sitting in the recliner there is the strong sensation of need to be my feet up. I  recline the chair all the way back, then somehow take it even further until I am in an upside down position. ( shift )—

Now I am in a house where a somewhat young single blonde woman is raising her two children and housing multiple elderly people. She is hiring a caregiver, or multiple caregivers to help out. There are 3 of us here. One woman isn’t doing anything at all. I am trying to do what I can but it is not as much as the third person is doing. It finally strikes me that she is not hiring us all but rather observing hands-on and deciding who among us she will bring in to help. 

After doing various, random and small tasks I begin rounding up all the dirty laundry. There was a period when no-one was here to help and I feel it must have built up. I gather a basket or two and find a place to leave them near to where the washer is, thinking if I do not get it all done I will leave a note on them instructing the next person who comes in to finish. While standing here I look into the room most adjacent, it is the room of a very elderly female, she has an elderly male in the bed with her who is giving her dear attention. He sees me and asks why I have not gotten their laundry. I ask if I can come in, I hadn’t wanted to disturb them. He says yes and waives me in. I ask where they keep the hamper and he points me toward the bathroom. Inside, I look through the hamper to find loads of waterproof sheets and bedding. 

From here, in the main area of the house again, I see a water trail on the cherry wood floor. I follow it into another room where the trail leads under the bed up toward the far head end. There is another elderly woman here ( it could be Margaret again but I am not certain ). She is laying on her left side facing the end of the bed. She pulls the black taffeta comforter behind her until it is exposing the whole back side of her to the air *she is hot. When she does this she also exposes a young, fit woman with dark skin and dark hair laying in the space behind her.

I wonder to myself who the woman could be and why she is here. Is she another care person? Before I can wonder much further I see that she is now shivering, not having any of the blanket to warm her. There is a great deal of the black taffeta, the comforter is huge. I begin gathering it, scrunching it up and drawing it in such a way that the elder is still covered over her front but not her back, and that at least some of it reaches the young woman so she is not left so cold. —Now there is shift after shift through the house. The rest of what happens is just a jumbled mess of other discrete activity, none of which seems particularly important. 

[ Note: I am often called in to take care of other people’s “dirty laundry”. This seems to be a metaphor for body healing ( at least in part ), people’s clothing/laundry being what they “wear” here in physical space. ]

September 7, 2023

Demon dressed in orange, flying to get away, metal giant

A word : I exit the dream saying the word : disbiosis 🕊

In the dream I am trying to fly away. There are visual symbols relating to my dad’s old neighborhood and house. There is a demon dressed in an orange ( prison ) jumpsuit. He looks just like an ordinary man, a well built possibly Scandinavian man with blonde hair. Extremely similar in appearance to Dolph Lundgren. Two others who are here are trying to help me escape. I am, perceptually, laying on a sofa by the front window buried under the blankets when the demon gets here and walks through the front door. He doesn’t notice me. I am hoping ( ie: the idea is ) that I look dead. When he walks by me toward the other two ( who I want to rescue but have no idea how ) further into the house I flee toward the door. Once outside I am trying to fly away but I don’t seem to have the energy for much lift. I can only get to the height of the tree tops. 

The sensation does feel good, even though there is not enough lift, I keep repeatedly trying. At some point I come back to help the other two get a large robotic thing positioned horizontally on a metal gurney-like thing to be transported. A part of me is wondering why the man doesn’t just transform into the metal giant, lay himself down and then shift himself back out of it. There is a time constraint. The demon is returning and I have to get myself back out of here fast.

Note: I have to wake and get up now for the Thursday meditation *else I could have recalled more. The sensation I am in feels so good I truly do struggle to leave it.

September 6, 2023

Three land masses, map, trip out to the east coast

A conversation is taking place over 3 land masses on a map that is spread out over a table. 

There is some angst in the voice of the man who is speaking, who feels the map should be easy enough to read. A large area that is highlighted in green is in the center of the landmass in front of us. There is a small sliver to the left, and somewhat wider sliver to the right which is closest to the coastline. We are going to be traveling to a place in that area. The next thing I know we are arriving inside a house. I immediately begin touring through it—first heading into the kitchen, where there is an insane amount of boxed cereals lining an entire wall of cabinets. [ Unbelievably real ]. It is like I really am standing here in this kitchen. I can’t eat any of what is here. I am making a list in my head of what I will need to get for myself the 3 days we are here. Next, the only bathroom is pointed out to me. I walk in and begin perusing, noting what changes I will have to make so that it will work for me. There is only a half wall to the front ( not a full wall ), the upper half opens out into the living area. I will have to find a way to close it off so that my business can be done without insult to the others who are here. I am already beginning to off-gas. 

September 5, 2023

“Reabsorbed America wants you to know this”

It is nighttime. I am driving home.

I am coming off the freeway and making a left hand turn when I notice a large superstore ( I am calling it a Walmart ) has photos of me showing on large screen televisions or electronic 3D billboards that blanket the ceiling of the store’s main floor. Photos of me are showing on at least 4 of them. When I notice this I want to go in there and see why. And, also, if they are profiting off my photos, which they should not be using without my permission—they should pay me. 

When I go in there I find that what is being displayed are online images from pages of my own website. All of the photos being displayed are this, not just my own. The web is a public domain, so I realize they don’t have to pay me. I am realizing this as I begin to speak with one of the female personnel. I thank her for familiarizing the masses with my face. Although, as I walk through the store back toward the door I notice my face disappearing from the screens. — not for good, I am noticing the images up on the screens are rotated through. A large chunk of what happens now is gone and the last thing I recall before waking is being with a woman who is pushing a curved needle or hook through my left nipple. When I see this, ( even though it does not hurt ) I say “ouch!” and pull away as she removes it. There is a male person somewhere over on the right. I begin interacting more with him now but the previous activity has startled me to a degree that I no longer retain what occurs from here.

[ The time is almost 12 noon. It is time to get up but I feel like going in again, consciously this time for information. I lay myself down on my back. The warbling sensation begins almost immediately but it takes roughly 20 minutes for me to push through into the 3D blackness. ]

Behind the scenes I hear the sentence “reabsorbed America wants you to know this.” — then hundreds of images begin coming in fast. Last area – living room, fire place, the iron with fire has been taken from the fireplace and put into the middle of the room. The room somehow fills with an invisible gas ( carbon monoxide? ). I want to put the fire back into the fireplace but by the time I realize what is happening I can’t breathe. I am thrown back into my body where, even under the blankets head to toe I am surprised to find I am breathing fine. The inside of my mouth is bone dry. I moisten it and try to see more but all the images just came so fast. 

All I could consciously was hold onto is the surprising sentence:

“Reabsorbed America wants you to know this.”

September 4, 2023

Two concepts: bookstore, library, where to look for others

Everything is very ephemeral again —except in this dream I am very present as it is happening, it is more the depth and breadth ( the length the dream goes on for and the number of scene changes ) that makes it challenging to hook into. I can grasp just a single bit: I am taking something out of a flat brown bag. I am speaking with a male person. Various others are in the wings, as other areas/sets/scenes. The man asks me how to get to the bookstore. I am pointing toward two separate areas where he will find bookstores, but then tell him the larger and more profound of the two, which I am pointing to with my right hand is also a bar, alcohol is served. It is something between the idea of a bar where people drink in order to connect and find one another and that of an Ivy League library in someone’s very large home, where you might sit in the study to read a book with a nice brandy. There would seem, from the distance we are from it, to be a neon sign out front / in the window. The larger scene going on around this is dealing with ideas around the fall, apocalypse, scarcity, filth and low quality; even the paper money is so dirty and not worth anything that even a beggar would not pick it up off the ground. 

September 3, 2023

Etheric bedroom, visitor(s), drawers – secret agent man

The vast majority of this dream is ephemeral and vague, I can only catch onto fragments. 

Drawers. I am in someone’s bedroom and talking with someone, saying how there are only three drawers in a person’s house where items of most importance are kept—where the items will tell you the most about a person. Two are located at the bedsides, one is in the kitchen. Now my perceptions shifts. >>

Jan. —I am laying to the right side of an enormous bed, so far to the right I am near to falling off. I am asleep, I am naked underneath the blanket which is down at my waist. Jan is standing over me and seems to be talking as he lifts the blanket to cover and warm me. I become consciously alert as I recognize it is Jan. As he steps away I seem to follow him. We are walking side by side, talking -though I no longer recall what the discussion is about.

He takes me through various areas until we reach where he is newly constructing a rectangular shaped stand alone building to the back of his house. It is nowhere near complete, but the floor and wood beams have been erected. We are discussing what the space will be when he suggests it will be an office. I had been thinking more of a garage, myself. I feel I would like to go inside and look around in order to see more. The feeling is intense. I do not know if I make it but suspect that I do. The data trails off here into areas I can’t seem to follow. 

Agents : there are two young male agents but one in particular is at the fore ( I just seem to know he is partnered with someone ); he is light skinned, has fine curly hair and wears dark rimmed rectangular shaped glasses. He is trying to get back someone he is intent on saying is trying to run *from the work he is doing with the agency the man works for. I can hear the man in the background saying he isn’t trying to run ( though he IS endeavoring to protect himself ). He is doing the work. It is something scientific that may have to do with the developing of an equation. 

September 2, 2023

Inside a web document with an enormous link resource

This periodically happens in dreams, — I am inside a document which concludes with an enormous link resource. I am changing the size of the font so that each link fits on a single line. I wish I could say I could still read the links but there is only one that is titled “vitamins” that I recall, simply because I shrunk its font too small and needed to go back to enlarge it. I am all but certain this document pertains to all data held on what is potentially a single person. As I am waking, a caucasian woman with thick, shoulder length blonde hair wearing a white lab coat is saying something about “the marks on the neck” <— this is what she finds interesting and is the only thing she wants to discuss.

Note: this data was confirmed by Jan, who stopped by the forum boards ( where I post my dreams daily in a group log and we have a separate thread for discussion ) to report the “hits” in the data I received in the dream.

September 1, 2023

A security detail is placed on me, I am trying to get back to my body

It is a highly active night of dreaming.

Every time I wake and/or get up then lay back down I am immediately back in the dream. 

As the night starts out I am in a collective living space, there is an area I decide I am going to begin cleaning up. There is a male person in the near vicinity. There is interaction between us but little of my attention is aimed at this. At the same time as I am beginning to clean up I begin cooking a large pot of yellow rice for everyone. [ note: R.I.C.E. is a treatment for injuries, the acronym stands for : Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation ]. My mom comes through near end of this scene and entry into another, I tell her she should eat but she says it has all already been eaten. I suggest she come around a little earlier next time. 

Throughout the next segment I am being worked out. There is a tall, well built man behind me [ in my mind I am calling him Boone, because he reminds me of the character by that name in the series Earth Final Conflict; IRL his name is Kevin Kilner ]. I am the moment I am laying horizontally on a bench press, but next I am put out onto the rocks, balancing between what looks like a wide armed “down dog’ position and push-up; I am mean to DO push-ups from this position. Each hand and foot is balanced atop a large, irregular shaped but somewhat flat rock. There is nothing but desert all around me. I do this until it gets to be where the push-up is easy. Following this I am trying to get home, meaning back to my body. This man escorts me from behind. On the way I learn from another girl I overhear speaking with him that it is his birthday. I ask him if it is really true and he confirms. I wish him a happy birthday. It surprises him as he is security detail for me.

I wish I would have learned his name but I didn’t.  I think there was even a romantic encounter between us on the way. He takes me quite far but then, at a certain point trails further and further behind until he is gone. From here, a female security detail takes over. Again, she mostly follows from behind. I recall going into some really strange areas, seeing some really strange things but the details are way back in there. I remember focusing straight ahead, because if I turned even for a moment, when I turned back the way would change. I kept trying to get myself out of walkways ( such as through plazas ) and onto legitimate streets so I could get my bearings. It took a lot of effort and time to do this. Closer to morning the scenes get more random, I have woken several times so am no longer trying to get back to my body.

The only scenario I can still see is arriving at the front of a home, a trip-plex of sorts. A man who has just moved in is upset that the neighbors don’t want him looking around and exploring what for him is a new environment. In particular he sees video monitors out here, that although they are the neighbors, he himself and HIS front door can also be seen and recorded by them. He feels he has a right to know what is essentially in the ball park of his own home and person. I am telling him I understand his feelings completely. There is an old truck parked out here with the hood up. The scene flows on but this as far as I can really follow it.