Prologue

This report was lined up for exactly a year ago to this day but got lost, falling deeper and deeper down into the queue until I had forgotten all about it. I am not sure I still remember the reason I was wanting to highlight and bring it out but it does show some interesting work, as well as messages commonly relayed to us in the night. The language of the fields is never an easy, or obvious thing to read when it comes to what is being told us about ourselves but the only way we are ever going to even BEGIN to learn is by bringing the data forward, working with it on a regular basis, processing the information to see what new questions arise and taking this once more with us into the coming night. It is the way I am learning. Slow though it may be.

I feel like I am making headway—like I am beginning to glean symbols here and there that help me to piece together at least a part of the meaning behind the work being done and the messages being sent. As the years roll on I feel increasingly more accomplished in not only the way I am working with my dreams, but the daily regularity at which I now do. It takes diligence just to get to the point where daily work becomes possible. In fact, going all the way back to the beginning, I remember not being allowed to even write my dreams down. I have had recall of my dreams since day 1 in this body, but prior to the age of approximately 40, if I attempted to write down what I recalled the recall would be taken away. This in itself is simply fascinating.

One day I must look deeper into why this was. For now, though, a usual night of dreaming and important reminder on receptivity and receiving data. >>

March 29, 2023

Offense defense, resolving differences, accepting responsibility 

An important reminder—again this morning I am shown to receive and hold what comes to me, not in my head but with my whole being. This is what allows me to hold more—more of the internal framework of the experience as well as more detail. I know this but do still on occasion need, and appreciate the reminder. I spend a moment quickly shifting back and forth between the two states, feeling the difference and discrete sensations of each. The one is effortless, all information is just always already there. The other, working from the head, in comparison feels a great strain, force is required to access what I wish. This is due to coming at it from the outside, from a distance. While the whole body method is a letting go of this and flipping the perception inside out, to where I myself AM the consciousness field and all is always already in me. Just like in meditation, letting go and letting go and letting go to access a deeper, more fundamental state. 

From here I can instantly see that I have been popping from one location to another repeatedly through the night. I lock onto three of them and re-enter to investigate. In the one I am in a shop with a small group of others, they are mostly all female and of various ages spanning generations. It is daytime but no lights are on in the shop ( as they more usually are ). There is a counter where things are sold, a couple small round tables and chairs and a back room. A few of us are standing in the space between the back room and one of the tables, gradually making our way over to it when mom, standing outside the cracked open front door with a gun in her hand shoots one of the people inside. The person instantly falls to the ground. I cannot see why, but no-one besides me even sees this has happened. I hurriedly shift over to mom and tell her not to shoot any more people. I explain fast that they are people, real people, good people. It is almost more than I can do to get her to believe me. She is aimed to shoot more, but does stop.

Now I am on a football field with two other players and a coach. We are standing on the running track that circumvents the field. The other two players are working hard, but I can see that I don’t really want to be here. Is that what we are working on? motivation? building motivation? ( momentum ). It is really all I can see here, my attention goes right to it and drowns out all the rest—the feeling that I don’t really want to be here. —( am I done with the game? ).

Now I am with the girls again, this time in a house >>>

Are these some of the same women from the shop? I think they are. There are two groups of them, there is some kind of friction between them that is holding them apart, I am an intermediary. One of the groups contain two young ladies, they are sisters, one is a few years older than the other, I might guess they are 16 and 19 years of age. The other group contains three women who are all of the approximate age of a mother to these young ladies. 

Taking in the interior of the house, the hairstyles, clothing and colors I would say we are somewhere in the 1950s. What has happened here is that the girls, specifically the younger of the two has relayed a story to one of the mother group in a fashion that has caused her to have some fear for the girls and the fear then caused her to fill in some untruthful gaps which further led her to take action to begin moving the girls into her custody. The girls are not liking this one bit and have gone on the defensive against her. 

Before this whole thing gets out of control, I am here to help show each of the groups what has happened to create the situation, which will hopefully amount to its resolution. First I help the mother figure see that she has taken liberty with the girls story by adding in some things on her own that are not true, — fear is partially to blame, but there are also personality, flawed character components at play. The young girls are happy with me bringing this to light, so I take the opportunity to show them where they themselves are equally responsible. Rather than state the facts as they were, they exaggerated the matter into something far more than it was. Everyone is now beginning to see the house of cards. That no real situation ever existed. One was only made out to be. Both groups see it now.

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Before waking I connect and work with Inner being for awhile, asking if there is any more for me to see. I am shown a pencil sketch of something that I am going to attempt to draw. The components are: a sun with 7 rays, an eye over the top, a tunnel leading into the sun, a road leading into the tunnel. I then see this ( all that I know ), our whole world, solar system and galaxy as a single spark/connection point within an enormous neural network.

We are all far smaller, and grander than we know. It does 
make you wonder what more is out there.