Prologue

What an absolutely amazing month, not only of dream state awareness but advancements being made toward my service as a Speaker. There is something relative to this I am attempting to understand on a greater level. It has to do with the ways in which it is possible to conceptualize our time here in the Earth-life. It has always been easy for me to conceptualize Earth as a “school”, but more challenging to me is that of it being a “prison”. I understand the whole idea of “light being encased ( or enmeshed ) in matter” and I see how this might effectively align with the concept of a prison, for can I go out and into it by my own will? ( no ) – not as the person I experience myself to be. But there is something more to all this. Something I am aimed to grasp in more detail.

It is not unlike when I am in the dream state itself, and stop to wonder how it is I have gotten to where I am. In the very same way, I do not know how it is that I arrived here in this Earth life. In order to remember, I first have to remember who I am — who I am, prior to being who I am here. Then I will see the pathway that has led to this place, and where, more precisely “here” is.

Since traveling up to Ventura a few short weeks ago to “break my silence” – to tell my story of ET contact, abductions and sightings of crafts I have had two major breakthroughs. These can be read in my logs. I look forward to the breakthroughs continuing to occur.

Let’s put it in big, bold letters right here.

BREAKTHROUGH

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Dream Titles

• Another house with many rooms, a gathering of an elite group, templar knight
• Not enough sleep, no time for recall ( a traveling day )
• My nephew, Steven, senses danger and communicates it to me
• How the imprisoning system works, theme: being somewhere other than where I really am
• Jolted awake again, new sleep conditions
• Work, work, work ( fun work but work ) into the wee-est of hours
• Heat, healing, held in the out of body state
• Taken up into the mountains, placed in groups, put through tests
• Spacial journey, fractal integration, resolution of injuries
• The process of opening to channel is again underway
• The radiant expression of dreaming;
  the precise expanded state of a whole system trance channeler
• Synchronous states, whole body receptivity, system alterations for channeling
• Island peoples, the sisterly bond; visiting another reality
• ET beings, cryptids, giants, a tiny island reef internment camp
  (am I being given Earth history?)
• The general awareness of a contact having taken place
• Processing extreme emotion, our family’s desert meeting place
• All nerves today, breaking the silence premier
• I’ve had a breakthrough -what I had thought, was not
• Connections, following the flow state
• Locked in a room, breach of trust, ending employer contract
• Family, missing furniture, grandma, bugs
• Out of body without my clothes again, ( receptivity state )
• Waking early, pushing myself to get going, running at the portal of the coming eclipse
• Synchronous states, a note from what seems an admirer
• Military intimidation re: UFOs/ETs ( helicopters flying low near to the house ), contact, cats
• Children in our vehicles, bite on the finger, white winged reptilian
• A visit from my ( deceased ) dad, root chakra finally more fully opening
• A fear of Whitley Strieber, a name is put through to me: Jim Gerard,
  together in a suite with an ET being ( ET artwork )

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March 31, 2024

A fear of Whitley Strieber, a name is put through to me: Jim Gerard,
together in a suite with an ET being ( ET artwork )

I am fortunate to have made it back with any data at all this morning. I am inside a highly pleasant frequency of vibration and it is like a stream of flowing water that does not stop. I have to energetically root my feet down into the river’s floor, specifically on a few concepts and repeat them over and over for hours in order to hold onto them. Even having done this I know I could lose them at any moment. So highly pleasant is the frequency of the flow. Within it I could hold to nothing, the information coming is so continuous and fast. It is too much to hold to. The present moment of the flow is its verge in an instant and dissipating before I even know it. I realize this at all due to the shifts through beta being so prevalent again tonight. At each pass I come to see that no data has remained intact. Peering in to the question “why?”, the feeling of the frequency of the flow comes into range. As sunrise begins to near I begi to put my feet down. It is not much that I am able to hold to but it is something.

What I catch with my first foot is Whitley Strieber.. we appear to be in a cave, an underground cavern. I can feel water nearby but for the most part it is dark with only a slight enough illumination as to see at all. I feel a few others in the periphery, but in what I have got my foot on they never come into view. Whitley and I are speaking. A fear of some kind is involved in the discussion. It belongs to Whitley, not to me. I am listening but at the same time seem to be talking him down from it. The rest is too vague now to even word. This is all I’ve got. Note: I fell asleep listening to podcasts on the laptop. One of them could have been from Whitley.

This bit is interesting. In the middle of a particular area of the flow of data, I find myself in a deep brown void with a golden hued emanation of light as a name is stated to me. The name is Jim Gerard. The voice that is speaking the name sounds almost mechanical ( though I know it is not ) -it is like when a signal is coming in that is between frequencies and still tuning in to the specific frequency you are on. I hear the name clear as day. It happens so abruptly that it catches my conscious state of attention. It makes impact, leaves an imprint, stays with me for some time on its own but then like the rest of what is happening, it dissipates into the flow. At the point at which I begin putting my feet down it is one of the bits I have got underfoot. I am repeating again and again, “Strieber, Jim Gerard, ET high-rise.”

In the area I am referring to as “ET high-rise”: 

I am in some kind of suite with an ET male. I want to say he is a blue skinned being. During this portion of the flow I am not realizing the male is extraterrestrial. I only see this from the outside, from the conscious state, looking in, putting my foot down. What I am conceptualizing as a “high-rise” may in fact be a stream of photos organized in a like formation on a kind of (film)strip. I’ve just got this tiny bit under my foot where I am aware of the artwork of Christine Dennet and can see that of Vashta Narada ( in the photo stream ). They are both ET artists. While noticing Vashta’s work in the flow I am emanating my genuine preference for the style of Christine and can feel this ET being’s dislike of the energy of preference. I quickly say “do you know why I like Vashta’s work so much?.. because she depicts so clearly the ET beings.” Clearly both these artist’s work depict this, so I emphasize “specifically those in galactic space” -meaning those very near to us. I can see no more of what happened while here.

March 30, 2024

A visit from my ( deceased ) dad, root chakra finally more fully opening

I will make a brief note here to mention that I did not make a log yesterday due to it having been another rough night. I am up and down near the whole night. It does not feel right in my body. It feels that something is significantly off. My attention has been brought to this quite frequently this past month. It may be more than the symptoms indicate, or it could not—the night is not pleasant for me all the same. In the morning I woke to an alarm, again set to dive into work early to complete the next segment of the series “The Crystal Work Explained”.

Now on to this morning. >> 

In contrast to the night prior, tonight is extremely ( physically ) pleasant. My body is comfortable and, after feeling quite wide awake even at midnight, nearing 1am it falls easily off to sleep. I begin skirting the borderland of wake very early at around the 4-5am hour. The wind and rains have begun. My windows are wide open. I am being bathed in the negative ions which are so healing. My body is incredibly comfortable I am content to lay here on the threshold and not move. After more than an hour I wonder to myself why I am not having any visuals. I am in an inner place, it is not quite Void, there is some degree of illumination but it is just enough to realize it is place. I begin an inner dialogue within myself about my desire to be a full-time fully supported consciousness worker and at some point drop off. 

At the moment I come alert I am stepping abruptly out of one scene and into another. 

I am somewhere out in nature, out in the mountains -and my dad is here! He has set up camp. I am taking a moment to notice and appreciate the quality of all his gear. It was made in a time that quality actually meant something. I reminisce on all this for a brief moment. My brother, Roger, is here, standing off to my left. Dad is sitting on a large square of thick natural ( red ) material he has staked to the ground. In fact, this is a proper camp, everything he has set up is ( red and ) staked in place to the ground. This sitting area, the tent and a little mess area for cooking. I am so surprised at this all, and mostly at seeing dad. He stands from where he was sitting, he is wanting to take me somewhere. Once there, I worry for a moment about having left his camp unsupervised. I sure hope everything is still there for him when he gets back.

The details of where dad takes me are now missing from my immediate awareness, but following have gone there and before waking back to physical space I find that I am in the passenger seat of a car. There is a man and woman who both seem to be in the driver’s seat. The passenger side door will not latch closed. It is being brought to my attention. I am aware, I am the one who attempts at first to close it. I can pull it in all the way, although it is not quite level with the door frame but it will not latch. The couple is saying that it is fine. I respond by saying it is a possible safety hazard and people, when a car veers or turns often lean on the door for support.

Even as I am saying this I am falling more toward the wake side of the wake-sleep threshold -my precious borderland, where in the bed, the base of my spine, the root chakra is spinning, mildly and very pleasantly vibrating. I am making progress. It feels good.

Any moment now my system will be fully online.

March 28, 2024

Children in our vehicles, bite on the finger, white winged reptilian

I spend a large part of the night with a woman, this seems interestingly like a lifetime although it is composed of much that resembles guidance. Of our lengthy conversations all I recall now is a point at which she says she never allows children into her vehicle. As she says this I can see a portion of WHY she is saying it ( which is due to adult content ) but I can also feel within myself system, that relative to this my own vehicle ( self, body ) is rather rated G. With her comment I feel I do have what she is calling “children” in my vehicle and that I allow this. She also, I can see, has children about her in the experience we are moving through. I myself do not. Interesting paradox. 

There is a point within my scheme of dreaming that I recall picking up a tiny creamy white worm-y bug. It is half the size of a roly-poly only this lighter color. When I pick it up, in order to move it to a safer place it bites me on the tip of my finger. For such a tiny thing it is a significant bite. It creates a very strong sensation. I just observe this, not really knowing what to make of it.

Nearer to morning as I am waking ( to an alarm again today ) I am asking what I need to bring forward with me into my conscious state. In moments I begin to see a white, winged, bipedal reptilian male perceptually walking toward me. I then see he has a child in his arms, a boy who appears roughly 2-3 years of age. This instantly shocks me and the vision ends. But as quickly as the jolt comes, I re-center and instruct myself to see. The vision returns, the being seems to be handing the boy off to me. The boy appears human, but the symbols indicate he could also be hybrid.

I then begin to see another being. Another male, his head appears somewhat like that of a hammerhead shark. The beings I am seeing are all bipedal and clothed. The world, or environment behind them is peach and soft orange in color. All of this is being displayed in the way I see through the crystal— beautiful, soft and surreal rather than sharp and in less color *as in real/3D life. As I am seeing these things I begin flashing on bits of my dreaming from earlier.

I do not hold to the flashes, or attempt to expand them.

I just want to consider what this is.

March 27, 2024

Military intimidation re: UFOs/ETs ( helicopters flying low near to the house ), contact, cats

Military, re: UFOs/ETs They are asking the question—the question is, “Did we take the shot?” No-one wants to answer the question directly, -meaning all the others who are here, aside from me and a man who is a doctor. The doctor is direct, and has some kind of first hand knowledge about something they are seeming to deem worth their attention.. I am also willing to answer the question direct. “YES WE TOOK THE SHOT”, I am almost screaming inside myself, “and what kind of military force would one be if they didn’t.”  The rest of the people here are all taking to the intimidation and brainwashing and remaining silent. These men do seem to want to convince us we do not know. That is the energy swirling up under all this.

The doctor, who seems highly familiar, becoming alert to my presence in the periphery of his own highlighted engagement with the military personnel, wants to reach out to me himself -and he does before the experience ends. It is brief, but there is an underlying current of wanting the contact to one day be more, when things are not so hectic. He reaches from a lighted area through what looks like black, backstage curtains to speak with me. I can no longer hear what he is saying. He looks and dresses like a male model. What he is saying takes him maybe 4-5 minutes, then he goes back into the lighted area with the military men. He feels his information is important to them, but I am concerned for him, that he is stepping into a trap. That once he tells them everything he knows they will end him. Is this why I want them to know there are others like us who will speak up? There would be no reason to end him if he was far from the only one. 

While I am now in this back area which is increasingly looking more like a lounge, something between an airport seating area and a bar lounge, getting back into my own business before heading home there is a person, a man who makes a living here by massing feet that comes up to me. My feet are tired and I say yes to him when he takes one of my feet and proposes this. But then he is gone and instead there is another male model looking man, very attractive wearing a bright lavender colored dress shirt taking my foot into his hands. “Where is the other man?” I ask, confused. Something more is going on here, I am beginning to realize -as my brainwaves shift hard into beta and I come into a fast conscious state of awareness of what has been happening. Here is the kicker. Not only can I not fully vacate this swirling of events, I hear there is a helicopter flying low near to the house. My windows are wide open, not just the blinds but the windows themselves, both of them, so I am hearing this quite profoundly. As I wake further it begins to fly off after about 5  minutes. This whole thing has set my back hairs up. I look at the clock. It is 2:40am. 

In the morning, hours before waking >> 

I am on astral Zoom call with a group of 12-16 people. I am saying something about trio of male persons who all channel, I think possibly the L/L Research group but I am groggy and keep saying the wrong thing, and using the wrong names. I am just saying “they all channel, all of them channel”, but then cannot come up with my point and what it is I am actually trying to say. Someone else takes up the conversation in my inability.

While the discussion continues, my camera begins to Zoom out and reveal to myself and everyone the room in which I am in—my bedroom ( not the bedroom I have IRL, or any other I have occupied in life ). It is a significantly empty room, there is just a very large bed that is mostly undressed- there is just a sheet and throw blanket that I have mostly to the side of myself as the temperature of the room is fairly hot. There is a very teal blue wall behind the bed, night stands on either side of it and an old grey cat laying in a bed of its own on the floor to left side of me. 

The camera zooms way out to see the whole room, then in toward the cat, then over to me and back on my face again. I can feel Robyn on the call now, and Darr is beginning to tell me how to set my settings so this does not happen if I don’t want it to. —Now I am standing in the room with my brother, Derrick. There is a reason that I was going to brush the cat, but I find Derrick doing this now already. A large clump of the cat’s hair has come out in the brush and Derrick is fingering it to see if anything is in it. I tell him not to do that in here. I don’t want anything jumping out into the carpet. I brush the cat a little more. Derrick and I talk. The cat starts to pee on the carpet. “Great”, I think, as with my foot I gently try to get it to stop. The cat just shifts its position and finishes its job. Now I am in the hall bathroom where I see there is another cat, an extraordinarily large cat with long, brindle, brown fur. Derrick comes in. I am thinking both cats can stay the nights in here. I am asking Derrick what he thinks and saying I am going to get a litter basket to keep in here. He agrees, and though this is his bathroom he thinks he can work around the two cats. 

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Note: on and off, helicopters are still flying nearby this morning.
Not as close as earlier but a steady stream of them.

March 26, 2024

Synchronous states, a note from what seems an admirer

Rough day yesterday. I woke with a migraine that escalated into additional symptoms over the course of the day. It was for the most part a down day. The pain prevented me from doing much at all. Including my dream work. As I wake this morning I find myself holding synchronous states.—

I am in a near blissful expanded state within a variety, or compilation of locations all at once. The main one that seems to be holding them all together has to do with a note that has arrived from what seems an admirer. I am now at this point in my room, sitting on the yoga mat. I have the envelope and note sitting on the floor in front of me. The note simply says “she ( ___who has bright eyes?___ ) and wears her hair in the perfect bun.” I am feeling down into the energy of this and deciding if I will write this person back. He has reached out with the introduction, his hand as it were and now it is up to me if I will dance. I am leaning towards it. 

In two other areas I am separately with two elder females. They are approximately the same age and even look much alike. I can see myself in the home of the one, I vaguely recall traveling between the two. I seem to have something white and checker sized in my right hand. I can see the second of the women talking to me in her home but I cannot hear the conversation or recall why I am here. I am also in a vehicle driving away. I drive for some distance down the road. There is traffic in front of me, roughly 7-8 cars. As the cars in front of me being rounding the bend up ahead they all of a sudden stop -and begin driving in reverse back up the hill. I put my own car in reverse and begin ascending backwards up the hill, feeling a bit uncomfortable about it *I have never been good at driving in reverse. I am not doing bad, though, just to say.

At the soonest opportunity I pull over to the right., out of the stream of traffic and park my car here. This feels better. I am relieved. I am being asked what I think happened up ahead, why it is all the cars stopped and reversed direction. I hadn’t even thought about, or questioned it. I just accepted the situation. I am too far on the wake side of the equation now to consider it. This whole compilation is before me and my focus is on the note. 

Somehow this whole part of the compilation feels really important.
(the decision of whether to respond)

March 24, 2024

Waking early, pushing myself to get going, running at the portal of the coming eclipse

On one side of the story I slept really well last night, on the other side I kept repeatedly throwing myself awake. Once awake I would get up to use the bathroom. I discovered roughly halfway through the night that the reason I kept throwing myself awake was ( or could have been ) due to a pain in my body that began rising to my attention a year or so ago. I won’t go into this in today’s log because I haven’t the time to properly explore and document it. If it continues I will at some point soon make the time for doing so.  I will say that it has to do with the very lower end of the intestinal tract and what I suspect at present is that when I am feeling what I am in the night it is to do with potential parasites being dislodged, dying and sent to pass out of my system. Sort of that last ditch effort to hang on. There is evidence that supports this.

The past few days I have taken to waking considerably earlier than what has been more usual this whole past year. Two nights in a row I set an alarm to help instigate the earlier wake time ( roughly 7am ) and this morning I just woke at this hour all on my own. I could have easily slept more but was in the mood to push myself to get going. I did not even go in for glimpse of what had been happening. I think the important information to bring back with me today is what I wrote in the above paragraph. Eyes are on my body, its health and wellbeing.

I should keep this at the front of my attention. Notably as I am pushing toward the portal of the coming eclipse, into a timeline in which I am gainfully supported by the universe as a full-time consciousness worker, making my way as an advanced spiritual student growing evermore within myself and passing on to others what may be helpful–working with my Dreams to deepen my connection with the Divine while more fully experiencing and emitting the Oneness of all things to all beings and all LIFE here and everywhere now and always.

May this work and the world in which it happens
be in all ways blessed.

March 23, 2024

Out of body without my clothes again, ( receptivity state )

Today is a video recording day and most of the night I am in a receptivity state in a superficial level of the dream being given ideas for how to proceed. Every little detail is being gone into. In the very morning through I find myself out without my clothes again ( out of body ). 

The point just prior to me realizing this I am looking out the window of a second floor apartment; the building itself has only two floors. The day is just beginning to dawn here as well but the light, I will mention is very different here. I don’t want to say it is darker, this is not quite correct, but it is somehow more muted. The apartments look out over a park where I can see a line of trees skirting the property’s boundary. From the window I am watching the creatures out here in the park. In our world we would say “dog”, people are out with them—but some of these look nothing like what we know as dogs. There are two of these creatures in particular, they are black, upright standing, quite tall and engaging in some ritual with each other. It is something like what might be dancing but it is not. I am not sure what this is. Or what these creatures are. They are so similar in appearance and movement one might think the one was a mirror image. I am smiling at all the outdoor activity at large and decide to go out there for a walk. Everyone else is still sleeping.

As I open, step out the door and close it behind me I am still engaged in watching the two large creatures. I have my hands clasped and arms held tightly to my body, the way one might if they were cold ( only I am not cold ). I make my way down to the park and, beginning to pass other people here on the foot path it is not long before I begin recognizing the sensation of my body and its state of undress. It does not stop me from continuing in the direction I am going but there is a degree of being self conscious about it. There is an event of some kind going on out here in the park. It is organized, there are a variety of speakers and separate areas set up. It has the feeling of there being people who are graduating. I find myself impeding into some of their areas, fast walking through and excusing myself for the brief intrusion. 

As I step into one area that has been sort of sectioned off with faux walls and even doors arranged with black fabric my alarm goes off. *I had wanted to get another early start to the day, so set the alarm before going to bed. I had planned and given myself time for a wake-back-to-bed but this morning it would seem I am more interested in getting a move on, I am unable to fall back off into the fields, beta easily rushes in and I am up.

March 22, 2024

Family, missing furniture, grandma, bugs

Today I had to wake early by an alarm, to get out to runs errands.

My dreaming was really clear at the time of the alarm going off and nothing fragmented as a result. I had been with family most the night -and also going over the details of the new chapter of “the crystal work explained” series. At first I am at Derrick’s household, all parties living there are present in the dream. The part of all of this I am bringing back with me is an observation of all the furniture having been cleared out of a white foyer area. This area is not one that actually exists in real time but in the dream it is recognized and seems perfectly normal. After noticing the space cleared out, I see the family sitting on a white rattan sofa/love seat that has no cushions. This is an item that had been outside and moved to the inside. I want them to get it back out there and out of the house because it will be full of BUGS. ( note: bugs were in my dreams last night as well, it was not a major symbol so I did not mention it ). 

Following all this I find myself at the airport with my maternal grandma ( deceased ). She just shows up. I am left in charge of her. She is not her normal self, perhaps more like into her 90s when the Alzheimer’s came on. There is a large segment when I am overly involved in organizing my things. It is an issue while also looking after her. I get distracted and a heavy set black woman approaches me about me. G comes from a generation which carried this particular prejudice. I am thinking I had better get back over to her before she maybe says something she aught not.

I bring her with me to a parking structure, we have decided it will be easier to drive to our destination than to fly -the latter will take longer, while the drive is just 2.5 hours. There is a man in the car park who ends up driving us. Some important, urgent and potentially bad news comes to him near the end of the drive that he has to go take care of.

He drops us off at home. I find I am left here with G, without a vehicle.

It had not occurred to me prior that I would be without a vehicle. I am working out in my mind
how I will get back to the airport to retrieve mine as I am waking.

Maybe this has all been a bigger to-do after all.

March 21, 2024

Locked in a room, breach of trust, ending employer contract

There is a man, he is middle aged, wealthy and very attractive- he has the role of an employer. There is also a very young adult female, also very pretty who is at his side; she looks of mixed ethnicity but is principally white skinned with thick, shoulder length dark hair.

In this experience I find I have been locked in a room by this man against my will along with another female employee. The feeling is not a pleasant one at all. I realize I cannot get out. The relationship with this man is not one in which I feel he has the right to have done this. Trust has been breached. While in the room, I notice it has not even been made to accommodate me. There are, for instance, only black plastic cups to drink from. I find this horrific -the idea being that they are likely made from car tires. While I notice thing after thing such as this I grow to be more angry.

The other girl is more passive about it, and it is night so she is mostly sleeping. I, myself, am wide awake. How could I not be. I can hear the two, the man and young woman talking outside close to the door by the pool. It might seem we are in a small 1960s motel, they used to be built like this around a small pool. Their talking is so loud to me it cannot be missed. Come early morning the door is opened and we are let out. I confront the man. Both he and the girl are so familiar, I know them but I just can’t place how or from where. I am not quite as angry but still highly displeased. I curtly ask if I am free to go. ( the answer is yes ). There is talk of my employment with him. I am saying I just don’t know how I can trust him after this. As I am walking away I am knowing I cannot trust him any longer -I will no longer agree to be in his employ.

March 20, 2024

Connections, following the flow state

Flow state, stream of consciousness- the entire night the dream is steadily flowing from one scene into another into another. The scenes are all more like little vignettes, than the more regular, longer lasting stories. This makes it almost impossible to reach into a point in the flow for actual detail. I am able to grab onto one, though. I see the theme of this area, and likely the surrounding areas is CONNECTIONS. As it begins I am in the lobby of tall, roughly 20 story high-rise building. There are 3 ways to up— an internal staircase, an internal elevator, and a set of external stairs that scale the outside of the building. At first I am only aware of the one, the latter, it is what I have always taken, but while standing here in the lobby I become aware of the two others. I wonder to myself for a moment if I can use either of these. 

I move to take the internal elevator but am stopped. These are for the wealthy and elite inside this structure, it would seem. I am ushered back out toward the external stairs. Outside, I begin to get swept up by external energies out here. They are a bit nefarious ( perceptually and notably two male thugs ) but interestingly there is a respect coming from them, they actually help me get to where I am going. I end up in a large apartment complex. The stream is taking me into a variety of the independent homes where I glean what is going on in them with many of their occupants. There are two women in particular, each young, married with newborn children. They each have so much to do they have no friends and never get out of the house. They are frazzled and tired, already tiring of this as their life. I find myself walking with one of them. 

As we begin to pass the other young woman’s apartment I stop to introduce the two, pointing out how close they live to one another and how much they have in common. I am suggesting that they each can sometimes go over to the other’s home to spend time, to get away for a spell from their own. This may begin to add a bit of color back into to their lives. I feel good about having made the match. They do each become friends and are very supporting of the other. 

Later, in a department store I see the husband of the one with the wife of the other. The previous marriages broke apart and this new connection has been made. The man is wanting to have a new child in this new relationship, the young woman is playfully saying ‘no, no, no, NO.”

It would seem all of this has been achieved very naturally and amicably.

The new couple, I will mention is a mixed race couple.

This seems important due to the potential offspring.

March 18, 2024

I’ve had a breakthrough -what I had thought, was not

There is only one thing I am bringing back with me today, only one thing I want to give 100% of my undivided attention. Early this morning I found myself terrified in an experience and screaming through to my physical body. In the experience my point of attention is positioned in a single sized bed, the kind I slept on in my early years while growing up. There is another person, who I feel is my sister, Sandy, sleeping on a single sized bed perceptually to the left of my own. I am not screaming out the more usual word “HELP!”, I am screaming out for my dad.

What has me screaming out is the arrival of something in an open doorway that is roughly 3-4 feet in front of the foot of my bed. The inside of the doorway is as dark as night, across it is what looks like a mesh screen. I feel, and can just barely see the being arrive at the far side of it. As he penetrates the screen the terror running through me grows increasingly more strong. My sister is just sleeping through the whole thing. I briefly wonder why she won’t help me call for assistance. I know it is up to me. I call out “dad!!!!!”, “dad!!!!!!!!!”, “dad!!!!!!!!!!!!!” On the third and final scream I finally reach myself in physical space. Where I am laying stunned at this just having happened. 

As I had been screaming, the being came through the doorway and stood at the foot of my bed. It took some kind of apparatus off of its head and upper body, like the top portion of a spacesuit that covered its head and chest. What has me stunned is that this is not a grey being. I have never really known who is coming for me in these experiences wherein I am screaming out for help. Over the years I gradually came to suppose it was the grey beings, not just because of all of the stories, but due to the heights and general appearance of the 3 kinds of beings in the repeating dream I had near daily while growing up. -the heights match the typical stories of the greys.

This being, based on the height of the bed itself is about 5 feet tall. My panic and terror, and attempt to shift my location prevents me from seeing the being in full, but what I do see is its approximate shape and size, and that it has not grey but red skin. It is the color of sandstone and the whole color template of what I am seeing is bringing this frame and being to mind >>

I immediately set out to throw myself back into the experience.

My heart is beating through my chest but I do not want to lose the opportunity to discover more, to see this being more consciously, and fully. I am ready. I am instantly not as fearful because I have a strong and good connection with what is seen here in these frames.

Also, the being as it is standing at the foot of my childhood bed is entering slowly, carefully, and calmly removing its gear simply to reveal who he is to me. When minutes pass and I cannot get back into the experience I ask if it is even in my best interest that I do. Instantly a presence is here with me. I feel the energy, and I feel the energy enter the anomaly at the base of my spine, the root chakra. There is a pressure and heightened energy sensation. I find myself knowing I am being assisted to work through the survival based block I have placed here and have been working the past decade to resolve. I allow the energy -which feels it has just laid itself in a superimposed fashion into my own body system -and relax into what is happening.

I feel the pulsating “revving” sensation which I have often described as occurring within the additional sensation of the inside of a balloon being blown up. The pulsing is following a typical rhythmic pattern that I just let myself synch into. I do go out of body from here but I do not want to follow that. The data is in a great sense separate from this event in itself which is all I want to focus on right now. This is huge for me. 

This being. This race and species. It is not what I had thought.

This—just in itself is a significant breakthrough.

I’ve work to do following this through.

March 17, 2024

Breaking the silence premier, all nerves today

I am feeling on edge again today -almost nervous in my stomach, it is the same sensation I often feel before going out on stage. The inner sound is quite loud, prevalent ( the way I like ). Thank goodness there is this. But, also, the colorless, listless feeling. Nothing sounds fun, or amazing. Even the gorgeous, crisp, sunny day holds no lure. What is this? Tonight my show premiers. I told my experiencer story on film to the people behind a project called “Breaking the Silence”. I am processing a lot right now and am about to jump through into another leg of this overall awakening. Perhaps what I feel is just what we all feel right before, or in the midst of a quantum leap. New ground is never easy in the very beginning, while the old ground falls away.

March 16, 2024

Processing extreme emotion, our family’s desert meeting place

I have felt off all day -just not quite myself. Everything seems dull and listless.

In the night I find myself processing extreme emotion—extremely painful emotion. Charlie is being used to incite this.

Just prior to waking I am taking a drive through the desert for a weekend visit out to see my eldest brother, Jason. I find an old pillow of mine stored up high on a shelf in a closet out in the garage. I am happy to see it but aghast to see it where it is. I think “no, no, no”, reaching up for it, thinking I got to it soon enough and I will just wash the enclosed pillow cases while I am here. It is too soon when it is already time to head back home. I am not ready to leave. I have more I want to do here. I have only just arrived,—but I am, in this feeling, settling on the time of 2:30 to head out again.

I will note that Jason seems to be in Bullhead City, Az, 90 minutes outside of Las Vegas near Cal-Nev-Ari ( the point where California, Nevada and Arizona meet, which is where my maternal grandparents lived when they retired -and the drive is being perceived as just 2-3 hours from me. There is some kind of deeper connection with that area than I consciously realize. It is like a meeting place, often used in my dream state. There are many in my family, including myself who have a passion and love for the desert,—and for going out into the desert. This feeling is what I am feeling during this experience. I am never ready to leave it.

I will make a final note that there seems a connection of this place additionally with Sedona, Arizona, -which after decades in Bullhead City is where my maternal grandma set out for. Portals open between these desert places in me. I access them by this extraordinary feeling.

March 15, 2024

The general awareness of a contact having taken place

Contact. —I am not letting myself be aware of the details. I only discover this is happening when I wake in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and find that I am very dizzy and my mouth is dry as a bone. I am not sure why this happens when I have contact, but it is one of the signs that has been present since I consciously began going out of body in 2009. So, I was taken in the conscious state, and it would I have chosen to not retain the details of the experience. I could have gone back in for those details but it seems to be sufficient for me while realizing all this to simply have alerted to the fact that it has just happened.

March 14, 2024

ET beings, cryptids, giants, a tiny island reef internment camp
(am I being given Earth history?)

The beings began coming in the moment I closed my eyes– extremely clear third eye visions of them, being after being. Of the first I recall a blue and green skinned female. Extraordinary. Each and every one of them is. Throughout the night I then begin to see crystal-like renderings of beings which are far more detailed, intricate and dimensional than what I currently bring through the crystal. I am dazed, in awe, each time a new being appears. I may have subconsciously known I would be contacted tonight. I began hydrating more than normal, and later than normal. Due to this my experience tonight is interrupted multiple times by having to get up to use the bathroom. When I collectively take in all the major symbols, I see it may be that I am being given a story of Earth’s history. Possibly even how I got here. The beings, cryptids, giants, then a small island reef in the middle the ocean, the middle of nowhere a secret internment camp is being built.

This is all of what I remember >>

Cryptids. They are loose and they are killing people, literally everyone they see. Large objects are being put in my way to keep me from intersecting with any of them. I recall a large red truck falling in front of me that I cannot get around or through, and then the horrible screams of a person out there on the other side of it being torn apart. This happens again and again as we are all running for our lives. In whatever this experience is I am being protected.

Giants. All that remains of this segment is a giant male. Standing over him are two females 10x his size. One of them is admiring him, saying what a beautiful specimen he is. The other female is saying to leave him alone, to not get involved or mix with him. 

A reef-like rock in the middle of the ocean. Derrick is beached here -then me -then another male -then others — others are already here as well, we discover. There is an internment camp being built in a refraction of light just out of view from the shore. Only a couple of the buildings are up but I can see the area where there will be many more. It is a shock on my system to see this. There is an incredible sense of being trapped, and urgent, innate sense to get off the reef.  Life is very hard for those who live outside, at the outskirts of the internment. For those who function within its perimeter and program life is easier. There are those, mostly men, who agree to come build it. A few women are brought in ( for obvious reason ). It is their choice, though, to a degree, as to what they will engage in or not. Life will be hard or it will be easier. 

I am at first among those who get beached here unaware and who first discover the fringe group living on the outskirts. My attention shits through a timespan to see what it is like here, then shifts into the internment to view what is happening there. I will generalize rather than go into detail. The internment tries to be decent but at its core it is not. It is dark, self serving and has its agenda. This said, with some of the men here you would not quite know it. They are young, mostly simple men from third worlds and just trying to get by. They know what they are doing, what they are building —but also they do not, they do not know what life is any other way. Without the comparison of what a life free from bondage is, there can be no real full knowing.

There is a female here, played by Gillian Anderson ( X-files ), who we know we have to get off this reef before she gets pulled into the only role for females in the internment ( I will note her key feature is naturally bright red hair ). Through the experience there is an increasing sense of urgency to this. It seems connected to my brother.

March 13, 2024

Island peoples, the sisterly bond; visiting another reality

Although as I write this I am having to work at recalling the details of this experience, during it I am directly present in first person. It may seem a mundane experience but it was very fun for me. The sisterly bond most specially. It is akin to having visited another lifetime -within the experience I know I am visiting this place and am noting the differences between it and where I live elsewhere in real time. I am with a small group of Island girls, they could Polynesian, Filipino, Taiwanese, or any other number of such Island ethnicities. I did not pick up this exact detail in the experience. We are in a household that I vaguely detect as belonging to an older, ample bodied female.

There are two girls who I am most interacting with while in the household. I see the span of their lifetime all at once but settle on seeing them at a particular age, in their very early 20s. There is another younger girl here as well in her early teens. The girls take care of the household and see to the food stuffs it will have on hand. We go shopping together, the one girl and I, the younger of the two in their early 20s. There is very innocent, youthful and even childlike energy to this whole experience and group of Island peoples. Everything, although mundane is fun and giggles,—this is the energy they infuse into the mundaneness of life. It is light, carefree and very pleasant.

Everything is playing out in real time, as we walk down the large isles of the grocery store, which is more like a huge warehouse; the market is in one corner, but there are three other areas of business here as well. While in the experience I note what these are but now I cannot come up with them. I split our cart into two, everything the girl is pointing out to me and putting into her own I am looking for the organic version of to put into mine. They are not very healthy foods she is reaching for, I recall an enormous deli meat and cheese platter, butter and baking goods. When we get home, the older of the two girls asks where her frozen blueberry yogurt bars are. We are looking but it does seem we have forgotten to get them.

I am going to go back and get them for her. We are wondering how we will pay. I recall a yellow slip of paper that was put down somewhere when we returned. I am thinking I could use this -but I cannot find it. The young teenage girl has a hair clip she is very fond of, it is a pale yellow and the top is formed into something like a duck. It is so sweet that she is willing to put this forward to potentially offer for payment for her sister’s sweet. I am pretending like I will take it to use for payment, but really I know I have $10 in paper money of my own that I will use. It will then surprise the young girl to find she still has her hair clip. 

While in the house I am being shown the daily routine, how the house is cared for, where everything is. By the time I am shifting away from the experience I feel like I have the whole house down. I can jump in and be of help now. It actually does feel as though I am being brought on board ( as in a job ). I see through a span of time in which I am working here. I hear voices in the background talking about how quickly and well I was able to do the work, notably relative to others. I feel good here. Capable. The life and the work is easy and on the pleasant side. It is the close sisterly bond between the girls that makes it so. Even the elderly female whose home this is, is youthful and relaxed in her energy. This feeling is what I am most aware of while here.

I see the younger of the two girls in their early 20s making up her bed. There is a bamboo-like frame, the bottom of which rests very close to the floor. She is laying a thin pad down on the very bottom. I am thinking it is way too thin to be comfortable but by the time she finishes putting the whole bed together there is a thicker mattress she has placed on top of it and then dressed with some new items just purchased while we were out. It is really pretty, very colorful.

I am commenting on how nicely the colors she chose all match something else that is here ( I can no longer recall what the other something is ). After completing the task, the girl plops herself in a sitting position onto the bed. It is springy and comfortable. I feel this as though it were me, myself, who has just plopped down. In this sensation I find myself waking.

March 12, 2024

Synchronous states, whole body receptivity, system alterations for channeling

More on holding the states synchronously— whole body, observer, direct experiencer; 
shifting between them discretely -and holding them at once -feeling the differences in vibration, vibratory quality and frequency. I begin in one location, shift into a grocery store that is rebuilding itself to no longer carry damaging products ( such as cookie and bread products that use harmful chemicals to make them more appealing ), to the house of a woman who I meet during her work shift here at the store. There is later a segment with my mom, who seems upset with me for disturbing her -activity she is attempting to engage in with a man, if I recall correctly. I then feign sleep when she is ready and comes looking for me.

It is an interesting sensation here as I am feigning sleep, maintaining awareness of this one field while at the same time slipping into another. The sensations are simply intoxicating. As remaining awake at the threshold of the body falling off to sleep always is. It is maintaining the original and also secondary ( and tertiary ) fields that adds the extra boost. Darr and others come into the equation following this. I seem very worried for my mom, who is so thin, she has lost so much weight. I exaggerate by saying she is down to 87 pounds. She is not quite this thin yet, more like 101, but I seem disturbed now myself that I am the only one noticing. The others all just sitting with mom, casually talking and enjoying the discussion.

Note: the lawn guy arrived with the leaf blower the last hour of my sleep. An extra challenge in retaining the synchronicity of the fields. 

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I think a lot of the segment in the grocery store has to do with my body being made to no longer hold/need/want/crave what is not good for it. Everything in the dream state seems related at the moment to the onset of channeling.

March 11, 2024

The radiant expression of dreaming;
the precise expanded state of a whole system trance channeler

I wake wonderfully— comfortable laying here in the bed, content.. the way I used to wake every morning prior to my life’s real work which began roughly 15 years ago. I am able to see the reason is due phenomenon wholly familiar to me, though I do not always give my attention fully to it — today I am. Rather than viewing the dream, or even shifting down into it, I am more simply ( and delectably ) being it. While being it there is principally the wonderful, overall vibratory sensation of comfort and content. I am able, if I wish, to shift into observation, and even real time direct experiencer modes ( which I test out to be sure ) but mostly I do not want to. It collapses and narrows the experience. I want to stay with the radiant expression of dreaming itself, uninterrupted by thought. I am seeing two things about this, this morning. >>

One is the reason I was not let to write down my dreams until a certain age ( post 40 )—it was, at least in part to learn to hold this particular expanded state itself. And, two, I am seeing that this particular expanded state must be that of the trance channeler. Perhaps even beyond the usual trance channeler, who receives through one primary chakra center, or perhaps two—this is whole system, whole body, all centers are open, receiving and exchanging. Every day I am seeing more of how this Service will come to work through me. 

The readiness is growing and I am growing in my anticipation—attention keeps centering in on this. It feels like it is preparing to happen in any moment. 

March 10, 2024

The process of opening to channel is again underway

The experience I recall today has the same underlying signature as last couple nights, which I see I have not even mentioned in my logs ( how could I have left this out? ! ). Perhaps it is the reason that tonight the phenomena, although the same is far more violent and destructive in its details. It is the area at the base of skull, Talu chakra, tonight the sensation is one of having a clawed hand thrust into it as my attention narrows and expands between awareness of the area and sensation to scene after scene so violent in nature that the details I leave near entirely behind me.

I retain only a single, momentary glimpse where I am dropped into a scene at the moment that dozens of people, now dead bodies are bowled past me. I am conscious throughout the surrounding area of this whole portion of the night, realizing the extreme violence and in a fashion that could not be more neutral inquiring what this is that is happening. The neutral state is not wholly my own, if at all my own. It is the entity/energy ( key ) inserted into and causing the sensation perceptually at the base of the skull ( opening/portal/lock ) that is holding me when acutely alert to it in this wide open, neutral and inquiring state.

When dropped fully into the scenes I feel I am more on my own and in a more conventional state of some degree of shock. I do not feel that it is ever more than I can tolerate. I am brought back to the lock and key —awareness and sensation— as necessary. What I glean of this while waking is that the process of opening to channel is again underway. I am being tested, tuned, and pathways are being cleared. I will say more about this in my logs as I learn more.

I am ready for this. I have been made ready.

March 9, 2024

Spacial journey, fractal integration, resolution of injuries

I am in the front passenger seat of a vehicle that is driving through what looks like the blackness of space. In the distance I begin to see what looks like the outline of a city. As we come nearer to it, the vehicle appears to be going up over its horizon but as it goes up it also flips upside down as it continues its forward trajectory. I hear the higher beings not directly present in the scene speaking. What they are saying is bringing to my attention that as we went over, the man who is driving was sliced horizontally across the hips ( at the top of the legs ), the shoulders and eyes. [ This stuns me to hear, and while stunned I realize in my conscious state that this is precisely where I am most injured in my own physical body ]. We continue on, the man and I, into various ground-level area, we, too, are talking but this all is very vague in my awareness now. I can see it but without any real detail. I can say the man is roughly my age, and I recognize him; we’ve met in the dream state before, the feeling of him is highly familiar. I am aware, before we conclude, and prior to waking that the higher beings have healed him of the mentioned injuries.

March 8, 2024

Taken up into the mountains, placed in groups, put through tests

Wendy Kennedy ( who channels the Pleiadians ) is talking on a podcast in the background while I am dreaming. —I have fallen asleep without realizing.

We are taken up into the mountains. Placed in groups, or pods of 4-5 people each and put through various tests. The mountains could have snow on them, I sometimes see white everywhere. This could indicate the passing the time, that I am here for awhile—potentially years, or just through various seasons. The tests could be survival tests. I see us being handed a clear bag of yams or sweet potatoes. I do not want them. I hear myself telling someone I do not like them, I wished I did, etc.. I can feel that when I am brought I have enough of my own food to last 3 or so days. I feel the idea of 10 days that I must get through -though I cannot detect exactly how I am being told this. It is connected to being handed the bag of yams but there is more to it.

At some point I see a city off in one direction. I think I may head off in this way. It is due to the group I have been placed in. It has only 2 others, two females, they do not seem so good to me. I am given a place to lay while I sleep that has been carved away from the earth and molded to fit a single body. It will keep me warm -but it is small, not even quite the length to accommodate my current height and barely my width. It is attached to a larger such area. I am not sure whether this is mine also, an attached living space for other activity or if this is where others rest/sleep. In any event, I have the awareness that the accommodation allotted to me is lowest of the low that is possible, or available. When I think to set out I do so to improve it. 

March 7, 2024

Heat, healing, held in the out of body state

I fell off at a reasonable hour tonight, but only after working my eyes to exhaustion on a video project I have been aimed at completing the past few days. After the first 2 sleep cycles ( 3 hours ) I am waking every cycle to extreme heat in the body.—both my windows are thrown wide open, my ceiling fan is on, it is cold and raining outside but the heat through the body has me in a full-on sweat throughout the night. Even throwing the blanket off me to release the heat it takes a good deal of time to normalize my body temperature -roughly 20 minutes. I am noticing all of this mostly from the sleep side of the wake-sleep threshold. The pull of the delta-theta waves is strong. 

Again tonight, the fourth in a row now I am not able to hold to the contents of my dreams. I know only that I am being held out of body, and this is the reason for the heat. The reason for holding me in this state has to do with healing, with aspects of myself being lifted up from their lower status. The only moment I am able to see inside the fields is where I am sitting out the side of a car with a black dog who I am petting. I can see no further into the scene.

The out of body state itself is working on my conscious mind and as is common when working on aspects of the body there are near unbearable sexual sensations to contend with. One day I should investigate this phenomenon in order to understand it more than I do. There have been so many other avenues of investigation that to-date I have just not made the time.

March 6, 2024

Work, work, work ( fun work but work ) into the wee-est of hours

I broke every rule. I suppose this is the day to talk about the rules ( not to break ) for not just good sleep hygiene but ample recall. I have been working on projects a steam barrel fashion, full steam ahead this past week. I have been not just working on them all day but into the wee hours of the morning. So….late to bed, very late. Tonight even ate late ( after midnight ) because I kept not making time for it earlier. It was only a salad and sourdough toast but it was LATE. So my body was processing all that food on top of being over-stimulated and over tired. None of this is any good for dreams and recall. I woke early to dive right back in to another of the same. So -no telling what will happen dream and recall-wise until I regain my senses.

March 5, 2024

Jolted awake again, new sleep conditions

This is near to becoming a regular thing, waking with a start -and much earlier than is normal the past year. I have so much I want to do, so much I want to get done each day that it is getting challenging to want to focus the attention inward for data recall; the jolts wipe everything momentarily away, when this happens I do have go IN to regain the data. This morning I do not want to, it is a gorgeous Spring day, it is crisp and cool, the birds are singing, the quietness of the early morning hour is attractive to me—I want to go into it and bask in the sensation.

I will say that what jolts me awake is the sensation of the quartz crystal ring I have begun wearing regularly on my left hand. It seems my hands and fingers are swelling in the night. The ring grows to be very tight to the point that it hurts and it would appear the situation is being somewhat demanding of my attention. Perhaps I should begin removing the ring at night.

I will note also that I have two new bed-mates ( energies ) to acclimate to, relative to my dreaming. One is a new crystal recently sent to live with me for a period of time, the other is a Shri Yantra I have placed on the headboard of my bed.

March 4, 2024

How the imprisoning system works, theme: being somewhere other than where I really am

[ I am back home ]

Theme: being somewhere other than where I really am.

I wake with a sudden start from my dreaming ( it is early, not yet time to get up ). As I am going back in, attempting to see what I just previously had been dreaming I see from above a room full of people randomly walking around with boxes over their heads; the idea is that they are television-like boxes, cages, holding them in a reality-cell that is projecting to them a reality other than where they really are. “Wow”, I think to myself, so this is how it is done.

This theme continues on and on, in so many different scenes that I finally shift my attention to the theme itself rather than the individual sets of contents within it. But I can still recall an area where I am digging, at first blue polished crystal stones out of an enormous pile of dirt, a veritable mountain of dirt. It is so easy for me to remove areas of the dirt and reach in to recover the stones. This dream is pouring sensations through me, of astonishment, intrigue, delight and more. I never want to stop —even when I am approaching the end, the bottom of the mountain of dirt I want to keep going. It is leading to the awareness of where I reallyam but I can no longer see it. 

In the final scene that I can still see I am standing in a bedroom in front of a young man. I am speaking to him about something when I see my pajama, a silk spaghetti string nightdress and matching robe is falling too low at the breast and revealing too much. HIs interested eyes fall on me while he moves not an inch from where he is standing. I am now distracted in this activity, not wanting to change the course of the dream in this direction. I am also subconsciously, from within the scene beginning to hear myself in the bed softly snoring ( I must be laying on my back ). The young man is now speaking to me, but it is the strangest thing, I have suddenly, in the scene turned my body like the hands of a clock to the right. I have totally clicked out. I am just standing here as though I’ve suddenly been switched off. I think I am trying to get myself in the bed to roll over onto my right side! So fascinating!, I don’t think I have ever experienced this before, at least not in this way. Something of me is realizing where I am really am, where my body really is, and is attempting to connect with it. It truly is endless what we can come to experience.—just endless.

March 3, 2024

My nephew, Steven, senses danger and communicates it to me

I am away from home. I am sleeping in a small space on the floor and sleeping very lightly, mostly on the wake side of the threshold between wake and sleep. Turning from one side, to my back, to the other side most of the night. In the morning between 5:30-7am I fall off for a single sleep cycle.

First stream: I am in and around the area of El’s crystal shop, mingling with all the people, mostly the many girls who actually work in the shop but also others who are here. From a nearby surrounding area I am helping another girl to find the crystal shop who is looking but can’t seem to find it on her own. It feels really good to be helping her find the gravity well of this place.

Second stream: I am in an apartment trying to help Steven. Everything is a mess. Sandy is gone and the idea is that no-one is taking care of Steven. I am trying to myself. I am trying to change his brief. There is an interesting connection I feel he is making with me. I sense that he senses danger. It is as though the sense is my own. A nefarious group of men enter the apartment who have cornered us here. I want to get Steven outside, safe, and taken care of; the men are attempting to stop the care from taking place. I think they are going to kill us, but they, notably the one I mostly see lets me get by with Steven in my arms -out the door. 

I cannot find the car. It is not here. The door did not lead to the outside but to the inside of a lobby-like area. There are Asian peoples about. None of them will help us. Roger is in background of this stream. It seems to be him who betrays us and lets these others in.

March 2, 2024

Not enough sleep, no time for recall ( a traveling day )

I am traveling today. 
I did not fall off to sleep until after 2am and had to get up at 5am after only 3 hours of sleep. 
There is no time for recall, it is just get up and go.

March 1, 2024

Another house with many rooms -this one is not my own, I am a guest.

It is a gathering of an elite group of people. A celebration of something but the energy is mostly very neutral. You would never know it is a celebration. I see two people, a man and woman approach one another, they are both wearing and commenting on the others very strange/unique designer tuxedo; each is black and white. There is just a lot of seemingly random activity, viewed as I am walking through the place. There is only one lady here who displays a party type energy. She is in her 60s and she is dancing all by herself. The others here do not like this behavior. I later tell her that I think it is great. There are people in bathrooms engaged in random activity. They think the doors are locked but they are not and they are all getting walked in on. I enter one of them after a gentleman comes out. Inside a woman in the bathtub wholly submerged under the water. I tell her the door was not locked when she comes up. I tell her I will lock it now on my way out. She sees me press the lock button on the door knob and realizes that what I have said is true. I see her go back under the water as I walk out.

My mom is here. She is not one of the elite, she, too, is an invited guest. She is wearing regular people’s clothing ( not designer ) but she is among the only non-elite who is very well accepted here. I just see her engaging in dialogue with various others. Everyone is willing to speak with her. She fits right in. I enter a study where there is one other man. He keeps randomly appearing and there seems to be engagement between us but I am not highly the fact until I run into him again at the end of this experience. I somehow get into the back of a van that outside. There is a man here who is working a kind of invention that reflects light. The van doors at the back are open, he is sitting right here. I am further inside where there is a reflecting surface not unlike a mirror. His image is suddenly projected into the reflecting surface and I am stunned. It is real as can be and looks just like. I am inquiring into how he does this. I find it incredible. Then I am with the man who keeps randomly appearing again. I somehow know he is a knight—a Templar Knight. It seems that everything I came to view and experience here was to report it back to him.

I am telling him the story, everything I saw, everything that happened, all in good humor.

His appearance seem to me too modern to be an original Templar Knight.
I must be somewhere closer to modern day.

The energy is good. I like him.