Prologue

I was away from home most the month of October. Surprisingly, to me, in a good way, my dreaming remained for the most part intact. My sleep pattern over the course of the previous months had by this month led into a near full reversal. At roughly 9pm each evening my whole system would wake as though it were morning and I would not be able to fall off to sleep until near sunrise. Due to this my days were begun later, and later, and later until I was not feeling fully rested until 1-3pm in the afternoon. I was living as though nocturnal. A key, related element may be that during the month I had an incredible integration experience with the Lupine Nation. Lupines ( wolves ) being nocturnal, I would be remiss to not mention this. Also this month is the solar eclipse, the moon coming between the Earth and sun; October 14, 2023.

A repeating theme this month is the reliving of lifetimes. So many, beginning to end, the data so extensive I could not bring the detail, instead simply noting the pattern of it repeatedly happening. Another highlight of the month is being intercepted by an all female ET group.

The largest theme of the month hands down, repeating night after night
in every way imaginable, relentlessly, unceasingly is:

INCLINES

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Dream Titles

• Reversing my sleep and wake hours
• Temporal rifts
• Contact experience, Reuben Langdon — ( interview with extra-dimensionals )
• Living situations, private and shared, body work
• Zero sleep, zero dreams
• Traveling, time, acclimating period
• Erich and Leslie, three blonde boys; one attempts to attach
• Feline tied to me at the belly
• The lupine nation, full integration with my wolf
• Nightmarish, ghoulish and evil
• “My” Erich ( again ), gravity, incline, art
• Walking through neighborhoods, more inclines and a note about them
• Domestic violence at a bank, a household made mainly male dominant
• Men from my past, initial contact with a new species
• Devising the next new perfect care job
• Precious metals—copper, silver and gold; the grandest and highest incline yet
• Schooled in vitamin C
• Lifetimes, ( just the general theme )
• Lifetimes and inclines continue as themes
• No recall. Yup, every now and again it happens 🪴
• A very large group call
• My openness to be replaced and confidence in right and harmonious flow
• Military, private sector experimentation on humans 
• Urban, in-city survival situation
• Multiple attempts to escape my dream, repeating loop back into the same space
• A repeating symbol, my brother ( Derrick ) cutting my hair
• Family, friendly foods, slow rolling vibrations that continue even after waking
• Within the borderland between dream and OBE, intercepted by female group
• Lifelines, kings, magic, sorcery and witchcraft – DANGER
• Work in the non-physical, putting people to bed

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October 31, 2023

Work in the non-physical, putting people to bed

When I woke this morning – early again – I felt more awake than usual this early in the morning ( 6-7am ). A wake-back-to-bed was not happening so I just got up and started the day. Note: I am going higher raw(-foods) at present, since I returned from my trip; the extra energy is tangible, I am also falling off to sleep with my more characteristic ease. In the morning I am dreaming I am with my Charlie B. ( my pup who passed on some years back for those who don’t know ). There are two boys, maybe 11 years old, who look near identical, but are dressed slightly different, – who are being put to bed in same single bed. I am thinking to myself it is a good thing they are so slight, they can still fit in there together. We are putting others to bed as well, we being the guides I am with in the non-physical. One of them is my sister, Sandy, who also passed on some years back. I am carrying her myself, she is not well so I am taking her to her own room and putting her in bed there. The two young boys turn into two little dogs, one of which I am perceiving as my Charlie. I have him in my arms as I waking back into physical space. It is always so good to see and hold him.

October 30, 2023

Lifelines, kings, magic, sorcery and witchcraft – DANGER

Lifelines: Elder asian male, loin cloth and walking stick, lived twice as the same man in the very same body 1000 years apart. I am shown at least one other who did this similar thing. I move through this information/experience early in the night. I am shown a good deal but there were so many dreams following that this is all I could hold to. The night is filled with male kings of all kinds—elders, chiefs, kings on this planet and others. There is a point in the middle where I am in a rock maze, working my way through. 

Midway through the maze I am doing something for an old craggy bent over Polish woman who is a witch ( a young male assistant appears to be behind her ), I have to maneuver around her to place an object in a space that is behind her and as I do our eyes meet for a brief a moment. I hear “don’t look her in the eyes” and “did you look her in the eyes?” I say that yes I did but it was only for an instant. She did not feel malicious toward me in the slightest. More knowing than malicious. I may have stepped inside her knowing. I find myself in a house now, I seem to be a young male who is taking care of a doberman pincer who lives here while his person is at work. 

While I am out walking the dog off leash on our property two things happen at once. Three hefty black males arrive in a vehicle next door. One of them is walking from inside out toward the car, he is wearing jeans and a lavender t-shirt and seems an unassuming, friendly sort but the two stepping out of the car are tough and angry. One of them is asking the man in the purple shirt a question, he replies that it is cool, what he is looking for is inside. The tough one, showing his anger blasts past him and makes toward the door. Meanwhile, back on our property a 30-something caucasian male has stepped into our yard with his little girl. With the doberman out this is not a good situation.

I tell them both not to speak, move or run, to stand perfectly still while I get the dog inside. I know that in an instant it could attack either one. The dog does not know me very well, but well enough to like and listen to me. I call him toward me as I move toward the front door. The man begins to move and speak to the dog and the little girl seems preparing to bolt. I remind them both not to move as the dog hesitates right where they stand. I call him again and am relieved he listens. I open the door, get him inside and close it—then head toward the man and girl to see why they are here. As I begin to wake, I hear myself repeating in my mind  {{{  DANGER  }}}.

It is still the very early morning, just past 6am. 

While laying here embedding all I can I slip in again; there is more coming
on kings, magic and witchcraft.

It seems I am falling into and out of phase with a young light skinned, wild ( ash blonde ) haired young witch wearing wild modern clothes. It would seem I am periodically pulling my point of attention back, out of her to specifically observe HER more closely. This experience reminds me of the “White Wizard” OBE I had when I first began going out. At the moment we are in the city, out on the sidewalk/street. The girl has just done some magic directed up toward the sky and angered someone up there. Its magic comes down at her, visible violet white electric energy. She does not realize it yet, but it has made her invisible to most others. She walks away from the confrontation with spite, stands at the curb bending her bust toward the street like a prostitute hailing a ride. No cars are stopping. She stands with a huff and starts walking, not realizing yet what has happened. 

I follow her for a long time, for the equivalent of weeks and months. The main place we end up is in a particular palace. It is here that she learns she is invisible and begins to do something about it. She is a highly skilled witch. She can get herself to be visible again but it is going to take decided effort. There are kings interacting with kings from other kingdoms here, and other women who have magic. The kings seem to represent the world of light ( ie: the known ) , while the witches mostly the underworld of dark ( ie: mystery ). Our young witch has just mistakenly made herself known to another witch within the palace, who is right now throwing a light scan out from her fingertips, searching the room for her exact location. One of the young princes is here, which is who she had come to see. She does not like it one bit, but the other witch’s scanning is causing her to have to leave. She does not wish to be found out yet, and have her current condition used against her. She must keep her presence to herself while she works it out.

My attention, at present outside the young witch shifts to the king, who is visiting a king of another kingdom. He is trying to spark him to life and to action, something is amiss but I cannot hear exactly what. I get the gist, however, the kingdoms must unite to solve something of an urgent matter. My attention follows the king back to his palace where I again synch with the young witch. We are on a carpeted spiral staircase, sitting hunched on one of the steps. Another of the royal family, an elderly male, perhaps an uncle to the king has just discovered me. He is old and uses a cane. I will quietly stand and ascend the steps faster than he is able.

He is more spry than I imagined, though, and I am experiencing a kind of drag on my end so I also am not as fast as I thought. The king is also calling to the uncle which is spurring him on. It is a race and the race is on with the old man hot on my tail – but then I realize I can no longer hear him. I turn before reaching the landing ahead to see where the old man is. He does not appear around the bend. I imagine the strain must have killed him. I do not seem to feel one way or the other about this. I just walk the rest of the way to the landing and enter a blue lit room.

One of the young princes is here, sitting near the top of a bleacher type set of seats—a toddler no more than 3 years of age. Our gaze meets, his innocence is allowing him to see me. Two of his much older brothers are here, I am aware of them in the distance, further into the room but this is the moment I have been searching for, an innocence that allows another to truly see me through the spell. There is such fun, such aliveness in the curiosity moving through me. 

I feel my heart leap at it, and in an instant, in this energy 
I find I am back in my own room. 

October 29, 2023

Within the borderland between dream and OBE, intercepted by female group

I am somehow intercepted by a female, warrior, soldier, along with two other male OBErs I know ( Ray, and another who I know but cannot clearly see or name ). I am dropped onto a large rubber raft in the ocean, in another world. I am left here with my wallet and cell phone while the female flys off with Ray and the other male. The waters are choppy and there are large sea creatures beneath me. I feel almost certain I will not make it out of here. I am not sure how I do. I cannot see the full flow of events, there are gaps missing. However I get out of the situation I feel like I do mostly on my own. I wind up on land, there does not seem to be anyone with me. I am about to find out I am on another world. Wherever this is, it is at lands end where it meets the shore.

The first thing that solidly catches my attention is an adorable little light brown colored dog. My heart feels instant love and affection, I smile and reach out toward him but a man quickly stops me when he yells out “no!…no-one plays with him.” I look back toward the little one to see why. As adorable as he is, he is not your average dog, rather than the usual tail a large scorpion stinger is there in its place. I realize now I am somewhere other than my home world, I begin to look around and see other such anomalies, even among the people. 

There is a wooden railing along the pathway that overlooks the water. Walking along the top of it is a little creature no larger than the size of my hand that is shaped like an elephant. It has differences but walks the same and has a trunk. I have seen tiny elephants before and am trying to see this one more clearly now but am beginning to lose some stability. My vision is beginning to blur and I am losing position. My attention splits into two locales. 

In the one I am sitting with Ray and the other male OBEr indoors, the red and blue neon-like back lighting and other features make it feel like a sitting area in some kind of mall. We are engaged in a discussion about consciousness when Ray asks me what I feel the difference is between a dream and out of body experience. “Fundamentally they are the same ( as I now experience them essentially the same )” I immediately reply. The conversation continues from here but this is the only moment highlighted. In the other, I have wound up in a wooden structure of some kind that feels still close to the water. It is a large structure, it is old, the wood is old, it is without electric lighting, people pay daily rent to stay in certain areas within it. The female who first intercepted me and others like her are here in this area. So is Ray and the other male. 

A middle aged, bald white man is approaching the area. He holds a large wad of cash in his hands, all small bills. I want to help contribute to the rent but my wallet and cell phone are out on the raft in the ocean. ( Am I really there, too? Is it only my consciousness I projected further? ). The female, thin but muscular, blonde hair cut blunt above the shoulders and I are in a conversation. I am wanting my phone and wallet back. I am being held apart from them for some reason. So I guess I really am here on land. She is short with me, not even considering my request. I leave her room and go out into the larger area where the others who are like her all are; I will note they are all female. 

I begin venting to them, one of them in particular who is just the closest to where I am standing, saying how harsh the blonde woman is in her personality. The group out here are all neutral, but understanding. They seem to want me to realize more than I am. I am energetically being moved out toward the bald man, who is not unattractive I must say, with the money for the rent—which I hand to him, still feeling I have not really contributed. I begin wondering about the rent coming due daily. “Why daily” I wonder. I am wondering about all the various differences between this world and my own, between the energetic of this group of female renegades and my own when >>

A strange thing happens. The delineation between wake and sleep vanishes. 

There is no transition back toward standard wake. 

I am just back in my bed.

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Classic OBE
Classic seamless shift
Classic ET drop off

October 28, 2023

Family, friendly foods, slow rolling vibrations that continue even after waking

Long walk out on a straight pathway that is outdoors and sometimes goes through stores. I have two packages in my hand, one is a package of mixed leaf lettuce, the other is a smaller package of ground kava kava. As I walking through one of the business I hear a female pointing me out to other females. They follow me outside, approach and energetically roll me. I tell them they are coming in too close, uncomfortably close and that everything I am carrying is legal. When they back away I notice they have changed the kind of lettuces and the kava is gone. I continue my walking and end up traveling with a family in a large motor home. The family consists of a husband, wife, female teen, two younger children, ages approximately 7 and 5, one boy one girl, and two infants/toddlers, one boy one girl. 

As we are driving I see a shop out on the street that catches my eye. It sells wall art, paintings, posters and such. I feel like I will want to go back to it at some time but cannot see the street name we are traveling along. I begin asking the family but no-one seems to know. We have pulled over and the wife is beginning to look for a map that will tell her. The teen daughter appears. She is more knowledgeable about these things so I ask her and she begins to tell me and in the process we begin walking together. The next thing I know, I am in an apartment, in the kitchen with what seems another female person. It is early morning and she is beginning to prepare breakfast and other foods for her kids. I notice she is talking, but it does not seem to me. I walk over, she is looking in another direction as she speaks. I walking right in front of her. She cannot see me. At the same time, I cannot see to whom she is speaking. I am investigating this phenomena for a lengthy period, attempting to understand what it means when I shift.

Once awake, I am inside rhythmic, slow rolling revving vibrations. I am intrigued at how stable they are even in the fully conscious state.

I notice and enjoy them for a lengthy period before getting up.

October 27, 2023

A repeating symbol, my brother ( Derrick ) cutting my hair

It was a long travel yesterday, coming home after 3 weeks away; up at 2AM PST and not finishing getting settled back in until 7PM PST. A few hours I all but pass out. In the morning I feel like I have been hit by a truck. It is just 7AM so I stay in bed and let myself nod back off. The next time I wake, two hours later I see I have been in an experience with one of my younger brothers, Derrick. Two things stand out to me, 1 ) we are both sitting on a bed in a well lit room and Derrick is cutting my hair ( I think this happened recently, as well, it seems the second time I am getting this symbolism ) and, 2 ) Derrick slips away into another room and I hear him whispering to another person, a female, saying “she thinks she is out in space” as though I am crazy or something. I had said to him earlier that environment we were in felt to me like I was out in space, *not that I think I literally am. But the way he is saying it is making me seem as though I may be out of my mind. I am wondering why he would do that as I begin to wake.

October 26, 2023

Multiple attempts to escape my dream, repeating loop back into the same space

Nightmare situation: I am trying to get out my dream but continually am getting pulled back into the etheric. I have three false efforts, waking each time not in physical space but in the same etheric environment. The details seem so sick to me I think I am choosing not to remember. Save for the fact it happened. When, not giving up I finally woke back in physical space I simply said to myself “wow, that was scary” — then immediately fell back in. Sleep is light tonight, I have to wake early ( 2AM PST ) following a few short hours to fly back to California, so I am waking every hour or so to check the time. I dreamt each time I fell off but had no time to embed. This is all for today.

October 25, 2023

Urban, in-city survival situation

We are in an urban, in-city survival situation, — groups of people of sectioned onto discrete properties, the food available is mostly what you already have on the property, the water situation is the same ( there are no available utilities ); we have a small pool on our own.

It is going to be important for everyone to find a role and pitch in with newly acquired chores but I can see that most are not realizing this yet. The situation has just begun and not everyone has acclimated yet. I am thinking that tomorrow I will clean the leaves out from the pool, which is almost more like the base of a large stone fountain at the border of our property where it connects to the next. A wall of green Ivy separates the two plots. 

I am debating whether it is best, safer to keep the water under cover of the leaves or to clean them out, each has their positive and negative. One of the two main uses for the water is to keep clean, without it we would not be able to <— this is what I seem the most grateful for; it is now a luxury. 

Some of our properties have fruit trees, mostly citrus and avocados but it is presently not citrus season ( Winter ), the trees are not baring. I know this because another of the groups of people has come by in a truck, they are ethnic, from somewhere South of the border, Central or South America. They have put two of their young twin children, not even of an age to walk quite yet on our property by one of the small fruit trees. They are looking for food, it is a trap they have set up but not a vicious one. I bring the children back up to the road and explain to their elders that our fruit trees are not yet baring. I see in the back of their truck they have a couple dozen large avocados and know they will be okay. 

One of the others of our own group is out on the wild land beyond our property and has come across a large black haired pig, possibly a boar but it looks more like the former. She is not very old, still in her latter teens but she manages to not only stay safe from the wild animal but to slay it. There is a name I am being given for it that I notice is close to Unthegewe. I am speaking the name to someone and giving thanks that we will eat tonight. 

October 24, 2023

Military, private sector experimentation on humans 

I have been inside this experience before. I am in a large house, in a populated neighborhood with a male troop of a dozen or so when I begin to make the discovery that we are being used as lab rats for some kind of ( biological? ) experimentation. What is happening sickens me. I know the other men aren’t necessarily going to believe it right away. I look for a way to reach out for help, to spoil the experiment by making an outside party aware. I choose the next the door neighbors, a mid to late aged caucasian couple. I put water from our backyard into theirs—into their house, flooding the living area. It would seem no-one is noticing until the wife, sitting one morning in the backyard calls over. Not about the water, but I do take the opportunity to make her aware of it, and the couple, jointly, about what is happening over here. An uproar is stirred by this, the neighbors enter the inside of our space. I tell them to take anything they want from inside and then burn the place to the ground. The men and I are all heading out.

October 23, 2023

My openness to be replaced and confidence in right and harmonious flow

I have a job as a cook, or chef.. I am in the office of the man who I have been working for, a father of a private family, he wants me to do my job differently than I am and in all integrity I just cannot. There is a husband and wife couple who is at the ready to take my place. I see them and say to my employer “please do feel at ease replacing me with them if you prefer.” He really does not, he was not thinking along this line prior to me saying this, there is something deeper to this relationship than I am seeing, he does not want to lose me, BUT…..as I have said what I have, and I cannot change, movement toward the replacement is made. 

I can see that behind the scenes I am exploring my feelings about this. Mostly I just feel free, the way I always do when a job comes to an end, but I am also, in the background wondering if I can find a new more appropriate/fitting job. I am also seeing how I tend to fixate and become overwhelmed by what I come to know in a job that has gone on for some time. And how hard it is to release both the tendency as well as the fixations. 

October 22, 2023

A very large group call

Blonde haired man. Young, attractive, bronze skinned. Australia. Multi-lined operator station. Of all the dozens if not hundreds of people I am connecting to the line, even though I am interacting with him the most face-to-face, even though it is a friendly and good humored interaction I somehow forget to connect HIM to the group call. It is a last moment effort to do so but I do get it done *if not a moment late. I recall in our camaraderie something being said about fat, I lean back and say I don’t think he has even an ounce of fat on him. Note: I, on the hand, do. It could be this group call is about regaining my own physical condition.  

October 21, 2023

No recall

Yes—every now and again it happens. I am traveling and away from home the past couple weeks, sometimes there are etiquettes to be observed. Such as waking much earlier than normal, and before I am ready. Today is such a day.

October 20, 2023

Lifetimes and inclines continue as themes

Again I just the theme. Lifetimes, I am reliving whole lifetimes, far too much data to retain/embed. Also, INCLINES. It is crazy how often this symbol is presenting this month. I am still not sure what to think about it. Other than, of course, I am “ascending”.

October 19, 2023

Lifetimes

I have just a general theme. Lifetimes —whole other lifetimes.

Many of them.

October 18, 2023

Schooled in vitamin C

That’s all I’ve got ( -schooled in vitamin c ).

Yesterday I had to get up and going after only a few hours sleep, then didn’t fall off until the wee hours and woke before really ready after 6 hours. My attention is mush. All I could catch onto was a Inner conversation with guidance on the topic of vitamin C.

October 17, 2023

Precious metals—copper, silver and gold; the grandest, highest incline yet

My attention is coming down into a scene, if I may call it that.. I am standing in the strangest kind of queue. The entrance into it is geometrical, there are squared off areas that I am for some unknown reason figuring 4 people standing shoulder to shoulder would fit within. Once inside one of the squared off areas it opens you into the main part of the queue that leads directly up to the front, to the front of which, sitting behind a quite elevated counter is the person who will assist you. I am holding something in my hand, a paper with some things written on it and speaking with some of the others in the queue about our placements in the line. I am number 61. 

Now I see that there is not just one station at the front that is open to us, but three.. there is a woman at a station perceptually to all our left who has no-one in front of it. I walk over there and lift a bag of something up onto the counter in front of her and ask to be cashed out. She says “certainly” and begins exchanging what I have in the bag for coin. As she is counting it all out I notice there is a lot of copper — ( pennies ) — and ask if we can consolidate this more. I begin lifting the pennies and placing them back up on the woman’s counter to be exchanged for something larger. While all of this is happening an attractive brown haired man comes into the mix. 

He is befriending me but as the scene rolls on he turns. He asks me if I remember a ( silver ) tooth he used to have, pointing into his mouth at a tooth that is no longer there ( bottom left first molar ). I am confused as to why he is asking me this and saying I do not. In the same moment I am realizing he taken all my coin off me. Stolen everything I have just been given in exchange. >>>I am now looking down into a large empty golden, sun lit room with only a fireplace, a rocking chair directly in front of it facing out into the room and it seems someone is sitting in the chair. I am looking to see more closely who it might be.

An orator is narrating something to me. As I realize this, and the voice is saying something of the color of brown, I find I am walking in a golden light up yet another incline, much grander than those of days prior. Far, far grander. As I am nearing the top, I notice something akin to a mirror of light opening out across the majority of my visual field. It is framed around its circumference by a zig-zag pattern of light and color and through its center is another scene lit by golden light.

I am just stepping through it, still listening to the orator as my fist alarm goes off, alerting me it is time to get up. It is incredible where I am, where I have gotten myself to. I embed what I can of the moment, of the environment and energy. I will remember, and I WILL make my way back to learn more. For today, this threshold will have to hold me. 

October 16, 2023

Devising the next new perfect care job

It was a lot of hard work, but together with another female ( guide? ) I make it to where I am in a brand new, newly constructed 2 bedroom 3 bath apartment style home with a care client who is near to my own age and who I feel it will be very natural ( <— easy ) for me to companion with where there is no outside disturbance ( <— added difficulty ) inserted into the dynamic from extended family members. We are free to live and work together as we choose, and in a neighborhood that is close to where I am currently residing. 

I am perceiving this person to be Bonnie, a previous care charge who was on the spectrum, who passed away some years ago. Our time together was cut short when one of her medications began a process taking her down. Many people, and even organizations would not work with her but for me she was a perfect fit—independent, with a boyfriend and life of her own, aside from the medical circus going on around her. I could be me, she could be her, even in the tiniest two bedroom one bath condo. Our lives would impede only positively into one another. It could be she is helping me back INTO such a situation. 

It has been awhile since my care work has been the steady and easy joy it was prior to the last 12 or so years. ( <— just making this note for now ).

October 15, 2023

Men from my past, initial contact with a new species

I am sitting on a set of bleachers with a group of others waiting for our pizzas to be made. I put a paper towel beneath to pee then relieve myself. When it falls to the floor of the bleacher another woman sees it and begins to pick the wet thing up, in disguise that someone would just leave it here. I tell her to let me get that and I see to its disposal by popping it into a small baggie. Once my pizza has been made and paid for it seems I am waiting on another woman who is very pretty and has four children to feed. We are speaking while she waits for her pizza. After all this time it has still not even been started. I seem to know th pizza maker ( but not from IRL ) and approach him. 

It is seems there is a delay on his part due to her not having a more secure assurance behind the check she is writing ( we are all paying by personal check ). She has no drivers license or credit card, just a previous paid power bill. The pizza maker is very generous, he always makes everyone’s pizzas anyway, taking their checks at his own risk. I tell him in addition that if she had not the money I would just as easily pay for her pizza myself, *though this was never necessary, her checks are good. From here I begin walking and walking. The atmosphere and environments are ephemeral, magical, fantastical. On the walk I am running into many of the men from my past. 

I am stunned to see the first, and equally stunned when approached by each thereafter as I gradually grow alert to the fact this is happening. I am kneeling at a large lower drawer that is quickly, somehow being filled with a collection of little items that amount to gifts that I can give out to everyone at the Hollidays—little pouches, sachets, candies, and trinkets including crystals when Mark into the scene and hands me two things, one is something to hang on the wall and the other is a little, flat gift wrapped folded $100 bill. He says it is to call him if there is ever a need to. I feel this is just the sweetest thing. As he is leaving I stop him, put a hand on his shoulder and say “why don’t you call me, we can talk and catch up.” He wants to, and almost emotionally agrees. Looking one another in the eye we each embed this feeling.

Along my walk, I somehow end up with a bouquet of flowers in my hands. 
One of the men has surely given them to me but I no longer can recall two of the four who contacted me. 

The walk is so long that the flowers are beginning to wilt, I begin looking for a vase and water to bring them back. Many seemingly random things happen along the way. Including running into an animal species I have never seen before. A man is sitting in his large black truck when I see the being, who looks every bit as sentient and intelligent as I just outside of it. My mind is conceiving of it as a very large dog, but with lion type features. It is grey through the face and body with a black mane, and has golden eyes. There are actually a few of them but I visually see only the one. It sees me, too. An extraordinary eye-to-eye contact. 

By this this point I have found my vase and water source, an extremely long hose ( though now I cannot find where I had the flowers ). I am looking for a safe place to lay the hose, where if the safety were to release, the stream of water would not injure anyone when I see Pete, sitting on the ground, a beautiful wood plank floor, kissing a girl sitting in front of him on the wood bench. “That is so very Pete” I think to myself smiling, —he could always kiss and kiss and kiss forever. Something is happening with him, though. I have passed by but can see him in my 360 vision getting up, bending over and seeming to be in some kind of pain. 

I am realizing to myself that this is the fourth man from my past who has now appeared to me on this night. I do not realize I am dreaming. “So strange to have run into them all” I think to myself as I continue my current task, looking for where I laid my flowers, >>

As I beautifully shift back toward physical space.

October 14, 2023

Domestic violence at a bank, seeking and redirecting attention,
a household made mainly male dominant

Note: It is the day of the solar eclipse.

I have jumped time and appear to be somewhere in the 1970s —at a bank. My attention shifts from my ‘physical’ location ( where I am merged with a young female ) into a back office where I see an ethnic male, a man who is of mixed race, possibly black-mexican, brutally elbow a female who is sitting at a desk in the head so hard that her head smashes back into the wood paneled wall. She is his wife, and appears to be of the same or similar mixed race. From out in the hallway I decide to pound loudly on the walls to redirect the man’s attention, I then run into the room that is my work place and throw the blinds aside as though looking out the window for what might caused such a ruckus. One or two other female workers are in this room also. The man comes out from the back office where the violence was taking place. 

Another man meets him in the hallway, their collective attention now aimed at me; neither of them believes it was something going on outside that caused the ruckus. They are both very bad men, they are looking for a way to begin framing me for something to enact a punishment and possibly my own violent end. 

My attention shifts now to the banking area out front and two young boys behind a plexiglass-ed off area who are playing a practical joke on the bank by placing themselves deliberately in front of the cameras and clearly acting as though they are stealing money from the cash drawers. They are acting, looking back at the cameras and giggling. Within a minute a silver doored elevator opens at the far end of the scene and a team of men who are supposed to be security but look more like jail inmates as they are all dressed in beige one piece overalls file out one after the other on roller skates. I recognize one of them, an older Mexican looking man in his 60s and I try to stop and appeal to him on the boys behalf. Clearly the boys were pulling a joke and attention seeking. But everything shifts now to where we are all making a run for it. 

I am outside now, in the lead, rounding a bend and diving into an ocean sized body of water. I see another young girl coming up behind me but do not see the boys. I am in the water for some time before I ask someone why we are going what seems the long way toward where we are heading. We seem to be skirting the square border of the water rather than making a straight diagonal path to our exit point. [ My conscious mind seems to realize while in the water that my system is being cleared of all the previous debris ]. When I exit the water it is at the location of a gas station. Then all of a sudden I am in a house. 

The house belongs to a married couple, I see that something has happened to two of their girls, they are gone now and replaced with two boys which now makes their collection of offspring near solely male; I see 4-5 boys and their youngest child is a girl. I step into the dynamic, seeing the wife first, leaning out from what looks the bathroom to speak with me. She is pretty, with short blunt cut dyed blonde hair. She is heading out somewhere and in less than a minute I see her leave. I look to the husband, a middle aged man of perhaps 40 with dark brown hair who has been left with all the children and ask if he wants helps with the kids today. 

With one child in his arms and the rest around the breakfast table, though we have little connection it would seem I am getting a “yes” -just as I begin to wake.

October 13, 2023

Walking through neighborhoods, more inclines and a note about them

This is the first night of my trip away from home that I am having great difficulty falling asleep. 

I am on a healing journey and seriously aimed at gathering information on this night in particular. I fall off around ( the local ) 3am hour and am rising at 9:30am. Dreams are vague, I had worked at embedding a section some hours earlier but it was not deep enough. I recall only the basics now. The theme, or template of the dream most all night/morning long depicts me walking outdoors at night through streets and neighborhoods. I am walking alone, then walking with Erich, then with a middle aged sweet looking East Indian woman ( guide ) who is really an esteemed Elder of the last neighborhood I am walking through. I intersect with her after walking up a fairly steep grade in the road. I recall asking her what she is doing out walking so late at night, and that we had a lengthy conversation the content of which has now fallen into the recesses of my mind.

I will note that again tonight, as is common through this month, there are many inclines and I am observing now an oddity —at the new elevations there are still what seem nefarious ( not good ) things happening. I will have to keep my eye on this more to see if this is truly accurate. To see what it is I am genuinely observing.

October 12, 2023

“My” Erich ( again ), gravity, incline, art

Erich has been showing up a lot in the dream time this past month or so. He is here again today.

The symbols and data present in the activity I see more as a collage now, rather than in a linear format with a story line. In one area where I am washing random objects in sudsy water at the sink, there is the very distinct feeling he wants me to move on ( to leave, even before finishing ). This is perceptually at the tail, or concluding end of everything that is happening, just prior to my waking. When I first alert to Erich’s presence I am looking at a piece of artwork on the wall. Erich is depicted in painted pixilated points, in colors and textures similar to the Ali MacGraw yoga video at White Sands; variegated blues, white, white sand. 

I am thinking to myself that when Erich passes I would like this to be left to me. — but then in the background I am reminded of Leslie, that she is his wife not me and personal items such as this will naturally go to her. My conscious mind understands, another part of me is having to catch up with all of this. 

In yet another area there is an incline in front of me on the path I am walking. I see an intimidating male up at the top of it with a stone blade weapon. Before I can even decide what to do, a brown haired girl brushes by me and goes up there. She seems to think this is all a joke, she makes like she has her own pretend weapon, similar to the male’s and is making as though fending him off with it. I am concerned for her but at the same she is so comical that maybe he won’t pay her any mind? 

The incline begins to remind me of another area of all this activity. I am now taking Erich back to show it to him. It also is elevated, just outside a set of 3 windows and above where all the cars are parked. When I jump from here I had noticed the gravity is different from normal. I almost hover and lower slowly to the ground. When I first discover it I am playing with the sensation again and again. Now Erich and I are discussing it—but it is in a secondary field to where I am washing the various objects and I am also beginning to wake. I am unable to hear what we are actually saying.

October 11, 2023

Nightmarish, ghoulish and evil

Nightmare.—ghoulish activity, I am trying to stay one step ahead of it all. 

A lateral incline features predominantly. I recall a moment where I am coming away from my trajectory to step up to a set of wall to wall glass doors where I see outside of them a man in rag tag clothing who looks and is moving like a zombie. As I come up to the windows he catches wind of me, turns and begins heading right at me. Activity such as this and even more ghoulish and evil is presenting all night long. Each time I get through and get away, but it is everywhere and I am slipping literally just a step ahead of it all. I turn from here ( from the glass doors ) running perceptually up a lateral incline and in a rush find myself back in my bed. It is still very early. I get up to use the bathroom, but then lay myself down and go back in. — consciously surprised I am not even hesitant to do so. I aim right back at it and fall off. 

October 10, 2023

The lupine nation, full integration with my wolf

On the outside, or exterior of the dream there is a food theme happening; at first someone eats my taco and I chide them for doing so ( note: I do not eat tacos, have not had one since I was a kid ), next I am aimed at getting a slice of pizza. <— this is all just superfluous mind stuff. Interior to this, which I am able to grasp and hold to, though just, minimally for a period of time, is a faction within the Lupine collective; ( the wolves ). I am speaking with a male being who is reminding me of my previous reticence to fully integrate with my wolf. I am saying that I have come to the collective this evening because I am now ready. This male is dressed in black, I cannot see his face but he has brown hair. There is a certain dark undercurrent, the frequency is not one I would normally engage with, but there is something deeper than this that is drawing me.

Note: I am aware of my connection with the lupines, I traveled with a few of them, regularly when first beginning to consciously go out. Always light, always fun, always males. I wonder if this contact has anything to do with my recent turn of schedule, awake all night and barely able to sleep at all until near sunrise. *Lupines are nocturnal and live under the moon rather than sun. There does seem to be a connection here. I will endeavor to look further into it.

We have a solar eclipse coming up in 3-4 days; October 14, 2023

October 9, 2023

Feline tied to me at the belly

There is a feline, a newborn kitten who is attached to me, literally affixed to the exterior of my belly by a ribbon/rope. I am taking it everywhere with me throughout what seems the new whole night until we end up in a bed that is elevated really high up off the ground and I believe the same young blonde male from yesterday ( who tried to take my hand ) shows up there. He is under the blankets and while I am more focused upon and interacting with the kitten I feel a suction sensation throughout my labia. I am easily dropping from one scene into another into another, and even into multiple scenes synchronously the whole while. ( all night long ). There is an extensive range/array of activity and information but this is as much as I can still grasp. I remember a moment when when a young female with brown hair is speaking loudly to me from behind. 

I am engaged in something else, elsewhere, and take this level of volume coming from the girl to be yelling—an interruption. I turn myself, look at her and say “you can speak with me lovingly or not at all.” I then turn back to my business. I can hear a conversation of guides going on, inclusive of both the girl and me, trying to settle the matter. Interestingly, my point of view is being considered and worked with–from within there I half expected to be chided.

Note: the depth of the bond I feel with the feline described above is incredible,
I cannot separate, or delineate where I stop and it begins.

The bond is beyond the usual sense of deep.

October 8, 2023

Erich and Leslie, three blonde boys; one attempts to attach

Still acclimating to the time change, not being able to fall asleep until the wee hours and not having much if any time for data recovery. — BUT ….I recall a brief segment of my dreaming where I am with Erich and Leslie in what seems a garage but is blended with the idea of a bedroom. I can no longer see the majority of the activity, interaction and conversation going on here but I can see two distinct moments. In the first there are 3 young blonde haired males, they look so near to identical to each other they could be brothers. One of them approaches me and suggestively takes my hand. I look at him and immediately unbind his hand from mine.

In the second, I am carrying my own food with me, something like two boxes of spaghetti and am calling out to Erich to help me get them onto an upper shelf in the garage. I am jumping to get them up there myself as I first call to him, and I surprisingly do succeed, so do not require Erich’s substantial height as assistance after all.

October 6, 2023

Traveling, time, acclimating period

I am traveling. I got to my destination at 9pm this evening, visited with my hosts for a few hours, unpacked and got to bed shortly after midnight. I fell ( hard ) into oblivion after 48+ straight hours awake. In the morning I was dreaming, It was interesting, too, but I could not lay in and go after it. I had to get up. It is going to take me a few days to a week or more to get my schedule down. I am working with a 2 hour time difference on top of everything. I’ve got my work cut out for me.

October 5, 2023

Zero sleep, zero dreams

No sleep at all tonight, not a single wink. In transit and on airplanes all day. This is kind of a first so I will mention it —this is the first time I think I have no dream content purely due to getting ZERO sleep. It is not something that generally ever happens ( of course ). Let’s hope it doesn’t happen again any time soon.

October 4, 2023

Living situations, private and shared, body work

There is a woman behind me and my sister, Sandy, moving into a new ( but impossible ) living arrangement with a third, male person *who I seem know and be aware of in the dream but not IRL. Note: Sandy is deceased. When I see one of the maintenance personnel of the apartment community I come to realize our third housemate is also a handy man, I seem very glad to know this because he will be able to keep our own house in working order; ( question: is this dream about work happening in my body as I go through my current healing crisis? ). Our male housemate, because he is the only male has the largest of the bedrooms on the other far side of the apartment. 

The impossible part, for me, is that the other two bedrooms seem attached with no proper walls between, they are just on slightly different levels, one being upstairs from the other. The two areas are also quite small, I can’t see how this will do. I head up the stairs, trying to stay open and looking around, but the spaces are just so small, how could this possibly work? Sandy seems to think the area below is what she will claim for herself for her room, this area is much larger – yes – but it is not an actual bedroom and in fact is not even walled in one whole rounded side. It is open to the outdoors. Investigating it I see that it is not a private area of our own but a shared space, a common grounds that all the surrounding neighbors share. They are all home from work now and are out on their own decks. They are very loud. Some are just socializing but others are disputing and one of two males who are residing together seems wholly out of his mind. This could just never work. 

Following this dream I have another with the same basic theme.

A situation of residing together with someone, 
but I lose it upon reentry. 

October 3, 2023

Contact experience, Reuben Langdon — ( interview with extra-dimensionals )

I am sent a download.

The energy is so intense I feel intoxicated throughout the whole event;
the data is all a-swirl in me like a tornado.

There is so much of it that it is beyond my ability to hold and draft it all out in full but I have the basic flow of events and important concepts. As they begin to come in, they depict their impact with the normal ( dream / data ) flow and reveal the process of moving from a standard dream state into that of full awareness. A good deal of the middle feels like moving in water while at the same time being incredibly dizzy or drunk. At the time of reaching the crescendo what is revealed to me, although revealed is still in a great sense an unknown. — but it is revealed, it has impacted my whole system, this I can feel even still.

Surprising to me, the event begins with Reuben Langdon. 

He is drunk at the casino ( place of chance ), where I am also in a like state. Seeing him lights something up in me, he has never appeared in my casino before, “why is Reuben drunk at the casino?” I stop and ask myself. [ The casino is an overlay, I am with the beings, either off or onboard craft ]. I am trying to push through. I step up to Reuben where he is sitting with a drink in front of him. When I approach he misunderstands the approach and in response introduces me to his girlfriend who is sitting far across from him at what now appears a large rectangular shaped table. I attempt to explain that my approach is not a proposition, I simply recognize him and am trying to discern why he is here. A lot goes on here but this all fragment when I all of a sudden find myself on a bus. A lot happens on the bus I also no longer recall — I only see myself wanting to get off at UTC, University Town Center. It is an ordeal attempting to catch to the exact exit. The time constraint and pressure are causing emotion to build. I catch the exit, not exact but as close to UTC as I could and get off the bus. The next segment is for the most part a blur. It involves a LIVE ( crystal ) contact. I barely have the wherewithal to note this is happening at all.

During the contact I am spun back into the bedroom where I had the initial leg of my awakening ( 2009 – 2014 ); Culver City, California. There are two young men who look near identical, very early 20s, dark brown hair forward combed with whips of curls at the front sides —and one somewhat older female who seems an instructor, teacher, helper or guide. She seems here more for support, most of the interaction and activity is with the two boys. There is a substance, a clear orange gel that I am saying to rub into the crooks of the their knees and top portion of the calves. They are saying to show them. They have a tube and release a large amount of the gel into my hands. I tell them it is too much. I try to get rid of some and then begin rubbing the substance into the crook behind my my right knee, focusing it into the top area of the calf. 

I am sitting atop the little table where I would floor sit to eat my meals. I do not even realize until the woman attempts to assist me, but I am ( /my body is ) in a near samadhi state, out of it, eyes rolled upward and near to falling from where it sits. I tell her I do not require assistance, noting the situation and continuing with what I am doing—rubbing the solution into the area. This whole segment feels as though I am the one helping the boys ( though it is likely the reverse ). I am now trying to locate paper on which I can write something out for them, only all I can find is paper with colorful nature prints. I can’t see how they will be able to make out what I write upon them. It would appear, now that I am fully awake, I am attempting to embed what I can of this segment so that it survives the shift back into physical space.

In the shift into the next area there is a young girl, roughly 19 years old with loosely curled strawberry blonde hair. She wears a properly ironed cotton dress ( circa 1950s ) that matches the color of her hair. She is being hooked up into a large metal device that is meant to help her nurse her newborn. She is a little shocked at the suction sensation on her right breast. She inquires if this is normal and is assured that it is.

As the shift completes, I am with Reuben again, this time we are at his? house. As I come in, I sit upon a stack of papers that are sitting on his blue sofa. I am unclothed and my hair is standing on end. I feel like I don’t really want anyone to see me like this. I am reminded of the intense heat I felt a moment ago. I remember feeling it and throwing off a forest green colored hoodie. Reuben and I are having a discussion but I can’t hear what it is about. We are devising something, though. We seem familiar with one another, as though we have known each other for some time. I stand to have a better look at the papers beneath me, they are stacked high like a book, what it is written upon them is hand drafted in pencil in large cursive writing. I can see it but no longer read it. I flip the pages one by one until for some reason I am walking out back. The next thing I know >>

I am outside sitting in a pen in the mud.

The fence surrounding the pen is quite low, I can barely sit here, the roof of it being not much higher than the top of my head. I see two large large rats and try to elevate myself up from the ground to let them go by. Once they do, they are now rabbits —from rabbits they become chickens and ultimately two of something that remind me of a newly born Charlie B. ( my beautiful chocolate brown chihuahua ). I come alive inside at this, at seeing what I think is Charlie. The one of them is beginning to play a bit rough and bite into the side of the other. I work to separate them, and then holding the one in my hands, for reasons unknown I say “when I turn around I am going to see who this really is.” This whole while, I will note, the fence surrounding the pen is being reconstructed to something far more nice, fitting, shiny and sufficiently high.

When I turn around I see standing there, perceptually outside the fence, 

A grown, golden haired young man.

I recognize him. In the instant I see him. In the instant before he came into view I was thinking to myself it would be him. In the same instant I had been recalling a whole experience with him beyond and behind everything I have just written. It came in for only a quick instant. There were others, not just the boy, whose blonde hair, overall presence and radiance seem something akin ( notably to me in this state ) to a god.  He is just standing here, solely for me to see. And see him I do, though who exactly he is, is now beyond me. My system does feel it. As I sit here and stare, — recalling the brief instant of knowing. 

We, too, seemed to be devising something, preparing, from a place not of our Earth timeline. It is unclear whether this is a home world or space craft, but the environment we are in is silver/grey. The interior of a building/structure or craft, it could go either way.

I saw it only for a split second. -as I turned to face the boy.

As I turned to face my future.

October 2, 2023

Temporal rifts

This might be challenging for me to even try to relay, I am not sure I have ever experienced before what I did this morning. It is not solely like being in a physical location ‘between’ time, but more like, in addition to this, an additional interpenetrating point in time; each is periodically intruding into the other. I, myself, am somehow able to cross into the additional point, and a woman with brown, shoulder length hair is able to cross into mine. What I mean by this is >>>

I can see her and she can see me. Neither of us is actually trying to do this. We are each just in our own point in time, but this temporal rift is at work, or in play. When I see her cross my living room floor it is clear to me she is not actually in my time, and that she herself is unaware she is even appearing within it. The situation is the same in reverse as well, when I appear in her space and time. There is no clear opportunity to interact. I am explaining this to another female who is here but I can neither see her ( at this point ) or what her role is here in this space.

There are rift elements throughout the whole experience.

A man sitting at the table knocks a clear plastic cup filled with some kind of food across the room. I am not sure I am exact within his space either. As I walk by him in the direction of the hurled object I emit strongly that if there is anything at the table he does not want there to simply tell me and I will remove it. I can see myself reorganizing necklaces on display hooks and packing up items in what looks like an enormous drawer. There are hundreds and hundreds of pretty designer pencils. I throw them all in here so they are neat and all together. I do not feel that they belong to me, but that I am packing up for someone else. 

October 1, 2023

Reversing my sleep and wake hours
( increasing cognizance of the pain of the body )

Note: It is the first day of the new month so I will log briefly, again, that I am continuing to step back my wake time by one hour each morning as I prepare to leave on a trip, *I will be away most of the month. In doing this I am working against what my body seems to want these past months, which is a near reversal in the hours I am awake and asleep—falling off at near sunrise and sleeping sometimes well past noon. So I am in the thick of it right now.

It took me many hours to fall off last night, which finally happened sometime after the 2am hour, and my first alarm was set for 8am ( second alarm for 9:30 ). Regardless of the short hours of sleep, come evening I seem to come even more awake. 

I am not sure why this is happening, I have been letting it rest at that it just is. I am on a healing journey at the moment so it may be that the late night hours are more ripe for contemplation, due to this being when my body pain(s) also become more acute. —it is when the healing is most in play. I am meant to see more in regard to all this, I realize. It is just so far off from normal.

It feels like I have a serious decision to make,
and all of what I have just said plays a part in the making of it.