Prologue

Big shifts are in play.

The biggest of them, relative to the Spiritual work is that dreams are taking a back seat to channeling practice. This will be the last month I log my dreams daily, for the duration, while I aim my attention in a new direction. There just isn’t time enough for everything, now that I am needing to bring in extra, outside work for a time. So, dream recall is being let go for a much earlier wake time, job searching ( and once I find the job, the job itself ) and channeling practice. If the skill can be developed and brought up to snuff, the outside job can be let go and the channeling set up to bring in an income stream. As it all stands today, this is the plan.

A really interesting thing began happening this past month— IRELAND began significantly reaching out to me. First I was contacted by a woman who back in the day worked with Mary Maddison, an Irish woman who spent her life working in the magical realms of crystal scrying and much more. The next connection was Michael Sheridan, the well-known Irish dream interpreter. Then Biba Logan, who invited me onto her podcast ( interview ). And a member of our forum board, who lives in Ireland, who we had not seen for some time—returned.

Ireland and “magical” are two words that are near synonymous.

I suspect these properties are present for a reason.

Working and weaving in some impending FUN.

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Dream Titles

• Opportunities are presented to help process my “stuff”
• Root chakra surging, a meeting at the sunset event horizon
• Extraterrestrial contact, entangled with a male, more chakra work
• A family gathering, healing an ancestral line
• A night of no sleep, one long black and white hypnogogic in the early morning
• A newly discovered stairway, a new way to go up, red maned lion
• Rough day, rough night, night sweats
• Working with my high self, contact with my maternal grandmother
• Playing with clear quartz crystal fragments
• An alteration of some kind, a new language of the fields
• A decided ET kind of contact and teaming up with another experiencer
• A guided walk and talk, park, swimmers, apartment sizes
• Taken, elusive dreams, colors-candy-geometry, my old neighborhood street
• Fragments, lots of unconnected fragments, ( Erich with short hair! )
• Same dream all night long, a young adult female evading pursuit
• Contact from the recently departed *again (inner realm beings); Lucille and Carie
• Rural life, country mountain road, police officer ticketing elderly females
• Another breakthrough, another boundary breached, another realization made;
  golden haired male
• I am made pregnant, by not artificial means
• Clearing the air with the two friends from the past
• My new normal, bonus challenge, morning sound
• Ho hum, mundane, ( but inclusive of data on the mind and meditation )
• Priorities, a new tactic for now
• A house I am wanting to show everyone, inside I am practicing my channeling
• Golden key, marriage

June 29, 2024

Golden key, marriage

Inside and between freeway exchanges: I get off one exit too soon and find I begin to walk the distance between where I am and where I am going. I meet a young male guide.

We begin to discuss how I feel about when I brake the car but it doesn’t fully stop, it just keeps coasting. I don’t like that. He is going to walk me the distance to where I am going but it is a sketchy area we must cross. He decides to bury a large golden key he is carrying in the mud here and feels he will retrieve it on his way back. I tell him not to do that, it isn’t safe, I retrieve the key and tell him I will carry it for him. I place it in my right short’s pocket. There is a second item of his that I place in the left pocket but I can no longer see what it is. He drops me at my destination and begins traveling back inside the freeway between exchanges.

He has dropped me at Darr’s place, where she lives with a beautiful black woman. I quickly realize I had returned the young guides object from my left pocket but not the golden key in my right. I ask for a ride back to him to return it. We all get in a large white truck. Inside the interior is black, and the seats are in such a way that our legs and feet are extended straight out in front of us ( as though they would be if sitting upright on a bed ). I think this is the coolest thing and say all cars and trucks should set up this way. I never remember returning the key. Instead >>

The next thing I know we are inside Darr’s and the other woman’s apartment. Darr is cooking food. It feels really special to be here but I feel Darr may not really want me to be. After we talk for some time she blurts out that the two have said their marriage vows. They have said them to each other and they are about to make it formal. I get invited to the simple ceremony.

Once there I am helping out with the paperwork. 

The other woman has filled her name, information and gender ( stated as male ) in first. Darr wrote hers in beneath this and has left the gender blank. The man overviewing the paperwork is questioning what to fill it in as and I just hush him and push it on. 

From here I begin to see couples and the weddings of others. 

Two separate couples who look similar, the blonde males in particular. It seems symbolic of something, there is an element I recognize but I can’t quite discern what this is before I wake. Is it the “golden” hair? the “god” who has been presenting to me recently?

Possibly.

June 27, 2024

A house I am wanting to show everyone, inside I am practicing my channeling

It already feels really weird not going in for recall or logging my dreams. This said, I am waking much earlier now, the day is longer, my attention is going to the garden, watering, pruning, taking care of the plants and trees prior to the hottest part of Summer. I am getting good sun, even though I aim to get myself out there shortly after I wake ( 7am ), before it gets so hot I can’t get out there. I can already feel the change in my energy with the extra vitamin D. I am much more productive and get tons done during the day before the clock even strikes noon.

I suppose there is a reason for all this. I have no doubt it is to assist what I am now most working on. In fact, this morning, just prior to waking I could see myself in the fields. I am in a house I like very much, I am filming it to show everyone, there is a sense of lively fun and pride in me at this place. I can see it clearly even now, more than 12 hours later and without even having written any of this down. I can see the hand sewn rug on the floor, lots of clear and festive glass, a piano. I see myself in the house, sitting on a dining-room-type chair that is positioned with two others that are empty along a wall. I am practicing my channeling. 

I can see I am in a highly concentrated state. I am hearing words being spoken, then saying each line of what is said twice. Once for me ( like I am repeating to myself what has been said ), and once as though I am speaking the words to others. Not unlike Paul Selig, only I am saying each line at the same speed and volume. I am so proud of that person I am seeing. It is as though she is someone other than who I am here as I am viewing. Though who this is feels just like me.

 It feels really good to be here inside this experience.

June 25, 2024

Priorities, a new tactic for now

I have hesitated to say it, because each time I have in past years it then changed on a dime— but it appears we are beginning to take a new tact. There just isn’t time for EVERYTHING and priority at the present moment is going 1 ) to finding paid work ( the necessity is becoming more immanent ), and 2 ) the vocal channeling. Life is becoming more busy on the website, forum board, groups and with podcast interviews which is growing into much more of my time, and one day this may amount to an equal influx of support but right now the majority of the service/support rests at me and is outgoing so that second job to bring in the practical means of support is necessary and where my focus has to go. I have been waking without going in for recall the past few days, just up and at ’em and into the care of the garden & trees ( the hot weather has arrived ) and then job ads. I am doing as much as everything else that I can but when the second job actually begins — which very honestly I wish were the vocal channeling because this we will utilize to help bring in an income stream — time will ( for a time ) be more limited. So, to surmise, this is life at present. Dreams and recall will have to fall into the rear until the opening again presents. 

Note: symbols to remember >> LONG JACKET, surreptitiously getting all the pieces in place. 

**And -last night/this morning the dream was rather ominous -a female wanting to destroy the neighborhood and a whole lot of us.

June 22, 2024

Ho hum, mundane, ( but inclusive of data on the mind and meditation )

It is hot. I can’t get comfortable. It is a no pillow night -shortly after I remove my pillow I am able to sleep. —(this is all I needed thank goodness). The main portion of my dreaming is gone from me when it is time to get up. Before the sun rose I woke to put in earplugs, so the early morning beeping/chirping would not wipe me completely ( see dream log dated June 21, 2024 ). It works, in the sense that I do retain what is happening through the shift back into physical space *which is quite a large chunk of data, though it is mundane so I do not hold to all the data points throughout the whole strand of linear events. Just this >> 

I am in a house, talking to a lady who is here. She is saying something about a beanbag chair to which I am saying that I am love them and jokingly inferring she should buy us one —there are two of “us” here, though I am not seeing who the other is. The woman, who is just your average looking caucasian, teacher/mother, sits down while getting into a drawer and counting money to see if there is enough in the house. I stop her and tell her I am just joshing.

I have actually recently purchased a meditation cushion that is a bit like a beanbag chair. As we talk about this I find myself back at the mall ( I had been there previously ). This time I am here with someone, my brother, Derrick, when he was a young boy? There is a shop at the mall called Meditative Mind, it sells meditation supplies but it has morphed now into a specialized classroom that teaches kids mind skills. We are walking through this place right now, but I am not jiving with the feeling of what this is so I lead Derrick(?) out the front door.

Once out in the open I find myself walking to the bus. I am with a man. Is it supposed to be John? I begin calculating the wait time for us if we miss the bus, which I begin to feel we are about to do. I say “we are going to have to run”,  we take each other’s hands so as to not get separated and begin to run. We make it to the bus stop just minutes ahead of the bus.

Onboard the bus an off duty driver and the driver of the bus are arguing over the former having taken the bus to drive some lady somewhere. He deemed it an emergency while the other is taking exception to the maneuver as it is his bus to drive not the others. We are clearly going nowhere while these two are hashing it out. I step down off the bus and begin looking at the people both inside through the windows and outside waiting to get on as I wake.

June 21, 2024

My new normal, bonus challenge, morning sound

Last night I am out like a light –the day had been spent almost entirely in meditation, beginning with hours of dream work, into a QHHT session, our group’s afternoon meditation and then healing circle. By 7pm I am already struggling to stay awake. At 9pm I let myself fall off. I am out in seconds. At sunrise the new beeping phenomena is going on. This started a couple weeks ago, I sleep with my windows open and the homeowners here open the garage before sunrise- it sounds like some kind of electric device whose batteries are going dead, only it is louder. The sound has been waking me and wiping my dreams since it began- my attention going straight to it. Today I decided to not even try to work at my recall. Instead I got up, went downstairs and into the garage. The beeping is not coming from here. I follow the sound out of the garage into the driveway toward a large line of trees that skirt our property. I begin to think it is not a beep at all but maybe a chirping.

Is this a baby bird? or nest of baby birds? This would explain how loud it is. I am not wearing my glasses so I cannot see into the trees. And, besides, it actually sounds to be coming from somewhere further into the neighboring properties, more-so than our own. I am going with the idea of a baby bird for now, which means there is nothing I can do about this and will have to live with it until the birds are grown. The beeping/chirping/phenomenon starts well before sunrise and continues until just past 8am. <– my new normal.

All that remains of my dreams:

The back of a man wearing a red house robe.

June 20, 2024

Clearing the air with the two friends from the past

It was hard for me to sleep tonight, I am overtired again, it is 2-3am before I fall off. 

When I suddenly wake 2-3 sleep cycles later my dreams are so clear I am all but sill in them. I use the bathroom, drink some water, lay back down and instantly shift back into the dream. Two sleep cycles later when it is already time to get back up ( I have an appointment this morning ) I can recall nothing of where I had been earlier. In the dream I am in now, two friends have come to visit, Lana and Vv ( neither of whom know one another ), they are at the door and ringing the bell *which I cannot hear. From the backyard area I actually see them arrive. This house where I am is my home, but seems to be hosted/funded by Terry ( a past male care client ). He is much younger here. There is another female person back here who is in charge of the landscaping and planting. There is a stock of many dozens of bags of soil, which I am internally very pleased to see. I am more in charge of the interior, which I have left for the most part empty-of-things but rather filled with frequencies, feel-able energy frequencies. 

I walk from the backyard, through the house toward the front door and let in our two guests. Once they are inside, I ask everyone if they will be okay with me opening an incredibly large sliding glass door -which is opposite another on the back wall of the house -to let the wind pass through and clear the air. No-one objects or seems opposed, so I open the door and the wind now coming through feels so good. The girls have brought an appetizer for us to share, something like jalapeño poppers. Terry says for me to get $20 in cash and go ( to Costco ) to get another. I gladly do this. I see myself entering the store, being greeted by the woman stationed at the doorway, and make a little lighthearted joke with her about what I am here to get. “Poppers”, I say, chuckling. The dream fades off from here. 

Before it does, I briefly pass into another area of my dreaming where a man from what looks like the ancient past is standing before another man asking him if he want to quote “look under the hood”. — under the rug, which in this case is in reference to his loin cloth. 

In my mind I am saying “no no no non no” I am not going there.

June 19, 2024

I am made pregnant, by not artificial means

I don’t understand this dream. Question: are my thoughts and feelings being observed?

I am going to be made pregnant. I seem to be doing this of my own volition. Two environments are involved, the first looks like a junior-type college and the second is a kind of hospital or medical facility. I am sometimes entering the classroom, and sometimes the hospital setting. A student teacher brings me out of the classroom to talk with me about the class and pregnancy.

I discover that rather than artificial insemination the “full penetration method” has been used with me. I hear someone talking about how it gets the sperm to swim. Somehow, this does not unnerve me overly much. This is surprising just in itself, because you’d think it would. When I discover this I can see myself lying in one of the exam rooms, having been given something to sleep. I see the man come in. I can’t imagine for the life of me how he would be able to bring himself to what he is about to while I am out. There is nothing about him whatsoever that is disconcerting -this might seem a perfectly normal activity/task. 

There is a woman who is VERY pregnant at the medical facility who is assisting me. She works here, she is not quite a nurse but this concept is close enough. It is crazy how much she is still able to do while so pregnant. She is not held back at all by her condition. While here at the facility I discover more about my donor. I hear his name but do not bring this back with me. I do bring back that he is military personnel. Due to this I am going to name the baby “soldier”. ( My sister, Sandy, who also served time in the military, begins to be in the background of what is going on here ).

I end up in a room with the man, who seems to be sleeping at the moment. I get a really good look at him— he is roughly 6 feet tall, caucasian with a dark tan, sandy blonde hair with even blonder highlights from time in the sun. His facial features are angular, long thin, slightly downturned nose. He is a really nice person. Somehow, at some point he wakes and we begin communicating. He himself wants to be involved with the baby, and supportive, but I do not know that this will be allowed. Someone in the background is explaining that it isn’t, and also that I am pregnant with a girl. When my conscious mind begins to come in on all this, I am very concerned about the nausea, someone says a medication will be prescribed. As it really begins hitting me that I have done this, that right now in this experience I am actually pregnant I begin to be concerned about the whole thing. I make for the absolute worst pregnant person. 

Note: never in all my life have I ever wanted to be pregnant. The idea actually terrifies me. I cannot say why with any certainty but suspect it may be due to activity in the galactic sphere. This said, I feel I do fairly well in this experience coming to terms with actually having done this.

Such a bizarre and unlikely thing for me to dream. Curious to say the least.

June 18, 2024

Another breakthrough, another boundary breached, another realization made;
golden haired male

Major night of dreams. I am only able to retain a fraction at the front of my attention but the experience of even just this within me is extraordinary. Central to the whole night is a blonde haired male. I know him, I recognize him within the experience at a certain point. I consciously recognize him, I note that he is central to my life experience and is present at all critical junctures throughout my nights. There is a connection, a strong central connection. He played the : golden haired god : in a recent experience. Something happens in this segment, I am not sure if is this recognition in itself or something in an addition but I reach a point o freedom, a whole cloak seems to drop from my being. I feel like I can go anywhere now, from area to area and even be in multiple areas at once, and!, most notably, that my awareness and memory will now stay intact in any field. I feel within myself that I have breached a boundary of some kind, and a very deep sense of accomplishment. From here I go everywhere, but only two areas come back >>

1 ) I am in a theater of some kind, I am laying on the floor on the far right isle roughly 2/3 of the way back from the stage. There are two separate ( groups of? ) men up on stage, on the right and left side of the stage respectively. It is the one on the right — ie: stage left — who is playing music for me. There is so much going on in all this that does not make it back it back with me but central to it all is emotion and a great sense of release. Later in this segment one of the men is looking for coconut oil to put onto the backs of his calves. I have some, and I go to get it for him but it is not where it is supposed to be. I go off looking for it. This brakes me into a segment wherein I am looking for an upright standing piece of luggage <— it has to be exactly this to hold what is going inside of it, otherwise it won’t be right, it will be wonky.

2) It feels like I enter this area as point consciousness. I am outside on a back patio observing one older male at first, and then another who is with him. The first is sitting naked inside a hammock-shaped bathtub that, like a hammock, is up off the ground, though lower than a hammock would be. The tub is made out of wood, possibly cedar wood. I am thinking to myself “what an odd way to sit out on a patio.” I now begin to hear a discussion going on between the two men. The second one is saying something about the way one gets into the pool of water. It involves getting inside while still fully dressed, and removing the clothing once inside.

“Have ever tried to remove clothing that is sopping wet?” I am thinking to myself, “this is far too hard a way to go about it.” With thoughts along this line going on in my head I materialize a physical body and step into the scene naked as could be. I ask “why not just remove your clothing first? before getting into the water.” I am standing here showing them how easy it is to be naked. I sit myself down on the patio, and then lay myself as though sunning as a conversation between us all begins to flow. During this conversation I begin to feel etiquette dictating I pull a blanket up over myself. It is the white blanket I have on my bed IRL. As I continue to listen and the conversation advances I find myself getting up to go to another area of the patio.

The area I am moving toward is shaded and the area itself blocked in, I have to move a curve backed chair to get inside. Once inside this area I find there are 3 large, strange looking cats. I had not pulled the chair back in place when I entered and this allowed the cats to all get out. They are now on the larger part of the of the patio with the two men. I could kick myself for having let them out but I did not realize they were here, and once I did, it did not occur to me to put the chair back. My attention was too occupied with taking in their strange appearance.

They are as large as any large cat, but are extremely thin for this size. They are golden and orange haired. Each of them now has a piece of food in their mouths, a kind of moss or seaweed, maybe? it looks like a piece of orange and green lettuce but with further attributes ( a bit like some seaweeds ). Two of the cats eat theirs right away, the third is more gingerly, and older? certainly somewhat weaker. One of the other cats tries to take the food from its mouth. Like a trooper, this weaker one keeps hold of the portion immediately within its mouth. Content with what it was able to hold to, it is now laying itself down with this. This is as far as I can see.

I will note I now have an extra bonus challenge in the morning during my recall. There is something in the open garage below my bedroom window that has started beeping.

This goes on for hours before it stops.

June 17, 2024

Rural life, country mountain road, police officer ticketing elderly females

The main part of this experience had faded, it is right at the tip of my being able to see but is in a holding pattern just out beyond it. I can see a rural area. A house. A group of people. I am possibly merged with someone with the group. it seems their activity may be right on the edge of the law. This is all I am able glean. I could keep trying but I have errands today. Following this >>

I have a lovely view of a country mountain road. There is a police officer out here who is older but still has blond-ish colored hair. He is pulling a lot of people over who are speeding. The other officers do not do this, it is only this officer who has this tendency. He has already pulled two people over in the small amount of time that I have been viewing him. It would appear it is often elderly females who he pulls over. The woman he has by the side of the road now is getting out of the car as he writes a ticket. She is not Dolores Cannon but in appearance somewhat resembles this. The officer listens as she tells the story of why she was speeding. He is very understanding ( he always is ) but not forgiving to the point of not citing her. I can hear some of the story while directly inside the experience but it escapes me now. 

When the woman walks off up the road with her ticket and I approach the officer it is like I have done so because we had already started to telepathically communicate. I can hear a portion of his thinking. There is a dance coming up. I am telling him the good thing about my own mother is that even though she is also in her mid 80s she still looks like a runway model. It appears mom and I are also pulled over on the side of the road. As I am saying this she is walking up the road back toward our car. As I begin to see her I partly recognize the fact that this is not my mom.

This woman is taller, more potentially Jewish? with angular facial features and cutely blunt cut blonde hair ( I wonder who she is ). She is wearing a casual, form fitting black dress. I notice all this as she sits sideways out the open driver’s side door. She may still be pretty but not as pretty as my mom, and for someone so lean has a significant tummy bulge. The officer, I see, still finds her attractive and asks her to the dance. She is very casually declining. 

As I begin to shift from here I am saying to her that if she does not go to the dance, she knows it is going to be left to me. I won’t be able to find it within myself to let him go partnerless. Now it would seem I am being put into the back seat of a car, the officer is telling me to be sure to get a picture of the license plate. In the experience I know what he is talking about but now I cannot see that data (though I suspect it has to do with the group I was with prior shifting out onto this country road). What has my attention at the moment is how cramped the back seat of this car is, there is almost no leg room whatsoever. 

June 16, 2024

Contact from the recently departed *again (inner realm beings); Lucille and Carie

I am in an interesting state when first waking this waking. 

Although early, I felt rested, but could easily just slip right back in. I could see I had been in an OBE and when I did let myself slip right back in, it was right back into the same experience that was in play. Everything is incredibly real-to-life, though I am not lucid ( I am literally living these moments somewhere else ) such an interesting state. As my discrete awareness periodically, for mere moments alerts to all this, the fields all interpenetrate—the way they sometimes do more directly in a conscious shift. Principally I am with Lucille, a previous care client who I lived with during the years of my awakening ( 2009-2014 ), and her daughter, Maria, is also present. As is another caregiver named Gwen. In this experience I am caring for Lucille during the nights. There is a different bed change schedule than there was IRL, I am changing her at multiple intervals throughout the night. I am concerned that Gwen will not set an alarm to do the same on her shifts. Maria assures me she will one at 5am. 

Everything else is mundane, just mundane day to day living activities. Save for a small area of activity wherein I find myself in the passenger seat of a car than Lucille is driving. She is driving, rather than straight, in large S shaped pattern. I reach for the wheel to stop the car from swerving. We land on the side of the road where Lucille tells me to never do that. I agree, but also confirm with Maria at some point later that she is allowed to do as she wishes.

This all sounds very boring. But in truth the energy within what is happening is anything but.

Erich and Carie enter the experience following this.

Carie ( who has also crossed over ) arrives and asks me to join a walk a group of them are going on. I tell her I was not invited, and that I am working besides. I cannot go. But then I find myself out on that walk. The area is absolutely extraordinary. When I see I am out on the walk I try to fast walk to get back to Lucille. I have the thought in my mind that in doing so I am missing a lot of amazing scenery and sights. I slow down for a moment to look. It is incredible, breathtaking, even. I might think I am in Holland, or Norway. I am by the water, there are colorful buildings all around. Being here affects me profoundly. I am out of body. I feel free.  — but this said, I refocus on Lucille and the work we are doing tonight. It feels remarkable as well.

I think the reason this all feels so good to me is because I actually AM being contacted by Lucille and Carie from the other side. It is an extraordinary sensation.

Erich is penetrating the scene.. there is almost no having Carie present without Erich also being nearby. There is something about him selling something wood, a desk? I can see the wood, a large flat sheet of it from the top-back portion ( of a desk? ). There is a potential male buyer. He is asking questions about the quality and age of the wood.

Now I see Erich. I see him in a separate area where there is gathering/party that I think is centered around him, though he is sitting rather separately from the group. There is a regal kind of air to him here. An affluent kind of air that is not really like him.

There is so much I cannot see.

It is far more than what I have said.

June 15, 2024

Same dream all night long, a young adult female evading pursuit

Incredibly long dream sequence that begins at the top of the night and continues clean through to moment I wake. Much of the detail has now escaped me, but the central theme of the dream centers on two people— principally a young adult female, and secondly a a male security professional who is roughly 15 years her senior. Something happens at the beginning, I no longer remember what, that creates a situation in which the young female is now essentially on the run and now on evasive maneuvers. This all happens within an upright shaped rectangular structure. I would say a “building” on this is much larger than that. It is still a confined space, nothing so large as a city, but perhaps akin to something like a 5 mile city. It is possible this is a craft.

The girl is very good at evading this man, even during the period where he is more seriously bent on capturing her. Through the years she becomes increasingly more skilled. My own consciousness is in an observing pattern, watching all this. When I have questions there seems someone present who is just behind my line of sight, though I do not recall them ever speaking to me or answering the questions I am asking myself. I find it incredible how the girl is able to feed herself everyday, without any resources whatsoever, in such a confined space. She finds ways. I remember her scaling a neglected orange tree, with fruit that is for the most part gone to waste, but her knowing exactly to where to go into the extremely large tree to find one piece of fruit that is still viable—bright, orange and fresh. It does not even seem to be for her that she plucks it. The dream may be flowing between a galactic origin point and planetary incarnations but the two people always look the same as the moment I first came to see them. 

In the end, the girl all but hands herself over to the man. I am wondering what she is doing, why she would do what she in the scene, which is present herself in front of him and team up to do a job. “Does she think he will not recognize her?” I am thinking to myself. I watch her scale on her belly past a room with interior windows- the man is just inside the room on the other side, he is on the job. She stands when she gets to a table where there is someone eating. While here she is preparing a plate of what looks like a pile a cut onion. She is going to take and serve this to the man. It is all very confusing -up until now none of what has happened has been confusing, this part I just don’t understand. I begin to see the two now outside the large rectangular structure and getting out of a truck that appears to be down on a planet. 

I know they are planet level now because I can see the sky over their heads as they step out of the truck, and also because there are no standard vehicles inside the previous structure. It feels like they are working together but I never get to see any further. It is at this point that I wake.

June 14, 2024

Fragments, lots of unconnected fragments, ( Erich with short hair! )

I just have fragments from my dream at large tonight *notably due to not being able to fully comprehend the concepts.

• I see myself In a theater. I’m in the back row, a couple people are sitting in the row in front of me, the rest of theater is empty save for a young male person who walks in from the real who is serving something. Or more rather in service to those of us here.
  
• In another area I see myself stepping down into an empty pool to retrieve something. There is a male in the background of this experience; he is mature and with position. I wish I could see more of this whole area.something important is happening
  
• Wood paneled bathroom stall. I peek my head in when something catches my attention. It is rawhide that is being used for toilet paper ( so interesting ). There is no smell, I check just to be sure -not even in the trash receptacle where these are thrown. No smell at all. Great idea!
  
• I am in the passenger seat of a car that my maternal grandmother is driving. I feel she is about to hit something or someone, it looks like we are driving through the front pick-up/drop-off area of the airport — I am reaching a leg over and braking the car from my side.
  
• I am talking to Erich when I all of a sudden see that he has cut his hair short! it actually looks really good. Then Crumbyji comes into the scene, I am in the passenger seat of his car now and he is in the process of parking it alongside a wall. It might seem this is not a good idea, we continue driving until he enters what looks like a storage unit. There is sufficient space on both sides of the car now for us to both easily get out.

June 13, 2024

Taken, elusive dreams, colors-candy-geometry, my old neighborhood street

Something happened last night for sure.

Around 8 o’clock a wave came over me, I got super sleepy, I could have fallen off instantly. I still had a little work to do, but an hour later I decided I had better follow the wave, lest it roll over me and I then lay here awake all night. I positioned myself on my back and settled into the most comfortable sensation. I should have known, due to how many times this has happened, that an experience was in play, but I did not. The wave already had me in a deep receptive state and I was not thinking. It was not until I suddenly woke 3 sleep cycles later that I realized. I had woken with my mouth dry as a bone. Yep -I had been taken. No recall whatsoever of the event.

In the morning the greater bulk of my dreams are also elusive. I see myself sitting at a table at the front of store with two packages of candy in front of me. I open a package and take out the contents. It turns out to be one large whole block of a cut-your-own style pink starburst candy. I don’t get it. I don’t even eat candy. I begin to imagine myself cutting it into shapes.

Then I am on my old neighborhood street. Someone may have just asked me which house to go to. I say “the Zielinskie’s”. My position begins to move up the street, the houses all look different, until I am in front of what should be their house. It doesn’t look the same. New people live here. I see the mom, a few grown boys, lots of dogs, they are all coming running out to greet us. The dog that runs out and paws up on me is a young medium sized, long hair black dog. I am happy at least one of the dogs greeted me, after watching a great many run out to greet the others. I am petting this dog’s back and connecting. Afterward it seems I am welcome to go into the house.

My sister, Sandy, is here among the others. There is a conversation going on in the background of my mind but I am not grasping it. It is moving me through activity going on here. On the way out I see two queen-size beds side-by-side in the living room. The mom is walking me out on her way to work. She is asking me who I am here to see. I am confused by the question and say “William?” Even before it is out of my mouth I am thinking this can’t be it, William would not still live here. “I do not know” I say, as I continue walking down the driveway into void space. 

I am now with my sister inside another scene. It is for some reason uncomfortable. I can feel I do not really want to be here. I am going out to my car for something -before walking out the door say to her I might just go home instead of come back. I am walking through the parking lot, there is a large leafless tree with low branches overgrowing the walk space in front of a particular car. I have to slide between the two, my butt and back sweeping the hood of the charcoal grey colored car as I go by. I guess Sandy has walked out with me, I say to her ( after noticing ) “good thing this car is so perfectly clean.” —otherwise I would have just dusted it with the back of my clothing. 

June 12, 2024

A guided walk and talk, park, swimmers, apartment sizes

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I am using a new colored mood light in the evenings- ( ocean wave ceiling projector ). It just arrived. The light feels really good on my eyes and whole system. I think it really helped to calm my nervous system, the effect was observable and when it was time to go to sleep, although I could not fall right off ( which is more and more the way of it these days ) internally I was in a very good place. It was comfortable, and even comforting for me to lay here and just look within—until I finally fell off an hour or s later. It was not like it sometimes is, where I am SO awake it is almost silly. Come morning I am seeing into my dreams somewhat easily but the closer I come to crossing over the wake-sleep threshold the more my mind begins jumping into the day ahead. It is going to be another busy, busy day. All said, I can easily see this >> 

There are swimmers in the lake, the water is an interesting shade of green. What I am noticing along with this, and indeed all the greens, is that the swimmers are quite muscular. They are all female and all wearing brick red two-piece swim suits. The contrast of the brick red against all the greens makes for a stunning scene. I also make note of the swimmer’s muscular forms, swimmers generally tend to be a good deal more lean. I will note that the swimmers are all swimming upstream. I am in, or viewing into this park area while now standing along a rail of the walking path and speaking with a man. I can almost see him. The conversation comes to a point where I am expressing my disconcerted thoughts on the small size of the dwellings we have come to live within. I do not seem happy about it and am likening our current apartment sizes to that of the area where in eras past our garbage bins were kept. This conversation is continuing even as I begin wake—and ultimately wake proper. There is the sense it is stilling going on.

June 11, 2024

A decided ET kind of contact and teaming up with another experiencer

Another long night. I cannot fall off to sleep until well past 3am. When I do fall finally fall off, the experience skirts my ability to clearly comprehend, the concepts are all in a swirl and challenging for me reach into for anything concrete. But I can say this >> I see Peter Maxwell Slattery. We are sat next to each other, he on my left, for an extended period of time in a suspended kind of state. We can still think, telepathically speak, and even ethereally get up and interact — but our more physical bodies are just sat here. This feels very real as it is happening. I think it really is happening. At one point, Peter gets up to retrieve a folded blanket to use as a cushion for him to sit on. I seem to be just fine with the cushioning of my own body. There is even discussion about this. How he is wise enough to make himself more comfortable. While me, not so much. Yes, a cushion would be even more comfortable but I do seem to be just fine. Most of what is happening here is at the far reaches of my ability to comprehend, but there is also a room where transfiguration is taking place. There is something about rules and no rules and the possibilities within each. When the transfiguration takes place it is into mice. I also see a point in the experience in which I am climbing a straight ladder to reach up onto a shelf for something I can no longer see.

June 10, 2024

An alteration of some kind, a new language of the fields

It has been like this the past few days,.

My dreams as I wake are like a swirling massive force. This morning it is even more-so, it is the strangest thing. It is like the consciousness communicating with me is different than what it normally is. The concepts being used seem beyond my ability to grasp, to the degree I cannot even grasp onto one to observe an area of its flow. But I do try, and in trying I reach into something, though I do not even know what it is. Question: are we training someone new in there?

Segment 1: I am underneath what would appear a large cream colored chair with shiny silver side rails, lets and feet, in an awkward crab-like position. Imagine sitting on your butt with your hands and feet all pressed to the floor and then lifting your butt up into the air — and in this position going poop. What is coming out of me does not look like poop, it looks like small clumps of dry soil. This confuses me when I see it. I have a whole pile of this amassed. When I am finished I begin to use actual soil to wipe myself clean. There is a guy under here, or nearby enough to see who finds this part of what I am doing off-putting. I am explaining how it is the natural way to go about it. It might seem he is from a different place with a different custom. He appears young, is wearing beige and yellow colors and has longish wavy blonde hair. 

Segment 2: the topic is milk. June ( deceased ) is here and drinking straight from a jug in a peculiar way. Let’s see if I can describe this. The right forefinger is threaded through the jug handle from its right side through to the left. The finger, hand and arm are then rotated back in a similar fashion to which in days past people would move to carry their jackets over their ( right ) shoulder—from here the jug is lifted to the mouth and the milk drunk. There is a man who looks like Dan Winter who is explaining to a small group that it is imperative to drink the milk this way. I notice that June is close to having finished off the milk in the fridge, so I am going to use money I know to be wrapped in a napkin on the counter to go to the store and buy more milk and orange juice. A man who is here in this area, a manager type explains to me that the fridge is not working and being exchanged out for another at the moment. I get frustrated because no-one told me and I would not have gone through the trouble I just had if I had known. 

Segment 3: my point of attention is brought into a room and directed downward toward an object affixed to the underside of one of a set of maybe 6 chairs. I am curious at the thing, I do not know what it is. Visually it is roughly 2” wide by 12” long, milky white in color and in-lit by many other moving colors. It emits a very light sound. Mimi is in the room and she is talking with two others. Is one of them me? Her hair is greatly thinning in the crown. This stands out to me. There is another person whose hair is like this also. I am seeing a large timespan of activity and discussion all at once. I can get into a moment of it where I can see that I am going somewhere on a Friday night, Mimi comes into the room and wants to come. I know she has asked her mom and gotten permission to come with me Saturday, but I question whether she has permission for tonight. When she begins to tell what I think are probably lies, before I even realize what is happening the device from under the chair activates, captures all of us all at once in some kind of field and begins to ( I think ) transport us somewhere. From where my point of attention is observing all this I am shocked at what I now see happening.

Segment 4: the manager type male is showing me something he has done in his office area. This segment is very confusing to me, I struggle to understand. I perceive what he shows me as having removed all the furnishings, every single item of anything out of the space. Something is happening here. It begins to feel I am in a kind of train car, a rectangular shaped space with open doors on either side, moving at an extreme speed. All manner of objects have slammed all at once into the narrow area of what are perceptually the right and left sides of the open doorways. I am trying to wrap my brain around what is happening, trying to inspect what these objects are when I begin to wake. It is as a torrent of whirling energy-mass inside me as I do so. So much has happened, and it is all so odd that there is no way I could ever get at it all. I just lay here and wait for the torrent to settle, and for what bits can reach through to me.

The bits I have written are but tiny fragments,
but at least they are something. 

June 9, 2024

Playing with clear quartz crystal fragments

It would seem I am taking a little break from my logs. I am not sure whether it is because there is now SO much I am having to juggle and that is on my mind, or if is the occasional reset W/we periodically do, notably at the juncture of change points we hit along the way. I recall just one tiny fragment from last night. I am playing with of really interesting feeling clear quart crystal fragments. There are roughly 3-4 of them. To my conscious mind, as I am waking, they somewhat resemble ice cubes *which is interesting because in the fields ice cubes are what I often use for money. Interesting.

June 8, 2024

Working with my high self, contact with my maternal grandmother

Yesterday began the day at which I have to begin refocusing my attention more decidedly into find a second job ( /income stream ) to help ends meet. My feelings are all over the place about this. I am trying to be grateful ( I know I should be ) but I also have to process that of me which is disappointed in myself and not happy. Somewhere within the processing of all this, the perfect situation will unfold—I know. Last night as I am falling to sleep I have a really good connection with my Inner being. I am in a playful mood and am saying “let me design the perfect situation for myself, and let’s see if you can put that in front of me ( by ) tomorrow.” While in this conversation I fall peacefully off to sleep without even realizing. The first time I wake, the sun has not yet risen. The room is hot, Summer weather is arriving -this can tend to disturb not just my sleep but my recall, due to my attention going so directly to it when my conscious mind surfaces from the inner fields. The noise of fans and my portable AC unit does not help. 

All I can still see of what is going on in there, is that I have been in contact with my maternal grandmother. We are coming into and out of contact in the experience and I am very pleased when I find my cell phone ( which I can reach her by ) is tucked into my own back pack pocket. What a relief!.. I just remember feeling such relief at this discovery. Likely why I can still recall it, even hours later after having gotten up to start my day. The morning is flowing very nicely. 

I can feel my Indigenous connections moving through me.

June 7, 2024

Rough day, rough night, night sweats

After a long work day that goes all the way up to bedtime, I am a little too over-tired to fall right off to sleep, it takes me hours. I fall asleep on my stomach and wake up 2 sleep cycles later to find myself in a full sweat, even my hair is dripping. I know I have been in two separate dreams but I am unable to see into them before the waves take me again, which is 3-4 minutes tops. In the morning it is the same thing, dreams are being kept just a hair’s breadth from me. It has been a rough night in there, I can tell. I hear “if it was good for you to know then you would.” I accept this, for the most part, and lay here another 45 minutes just resting before getting up. 

June 6, 2024

A newly discovered stairway, a new way to go up, red maned lion

This is one of my absolute favorite kind of dreams- where-in I am discovering stairways that lead into unchartered areas and I go exploring them.

Central to this dream is an elderly couple, they are quite elderly, but also rugged, strong, and amazingly still quite capable. They appear to live out in a rural area. They have a large house, which the husband has probably built himself but not much time is spent in the actual house. 

They have a barn, a quite large barn, most of our time, or perhaps just most of my recall comes from here. I discover in the barn a large set of well settled mud steps that lead up into a large room at the top-right. I am with the wife, coming back down from these steps when I grow to be more alert. The steps are quite large, each step up, notably the first step at the bottom and the one that follows. The next time I am aware of the steps again there are large circular cut tree rings placed on each of them. It seems the husband is going to cut these into wood planks and lay proper flooring. I think prior to this he tried to pack more mud dirt. I discovered one or two steps coming down that were softer and lightly giving way. I told the elderly woman to take care while passing over them. It is so exciting for me to see work in progress for the wood flooring. 
 
The barn is more susceptible than the house to wildlife coming through. When a baby wolf comes through I immediately want to reach out to him. I am told to be careful, where there is a young one an adult will not be far away. After a pet I leave the cub to himself. There is a timespan of other activity. Then the adult brindle haired wolf does come through. It is not baring its teeth but it is investigating me, coming closer. I am not in fear but my body is on high alert. The wolf has me cornered in the stairwell and slowly backing up the steps. It continues to inch closer and closer to me. Halfway up the steps, this is when I see the steps actually branch off and begin to go up in another direction. I think to myself “one day I have to go up that way and see what is up there.” At this point I seem to fast forward through a sequence of more activity until I find myself again at this juncture on the steps and I have the opportunity to investigate this new vein. I enter it and slowly begin heading up in the new direction.

The feeling flooding through me is incredible, it is one of my most favorite things to experience. I am on my own, with all the time in the world somewhere new, making new discovery; I am energetically accompanied. This new vein, I find, itself branches off in multiple directions, some of which continue going up, and some that go down. There are large, mostly vacant rooms off of each of them. It is an incredible thing to see. All this space ( all this possibility ) here and not even being used. The rooms are all very large, well laid out, sparse bits of high quality furniture are left from previous times. These rooms would be so fun to fix up and bring life to again. I can hear my conscious mind in the background, in a state of awe and saying “maybe I could live here.” My conscious mind comes in on this experience a lot noting its observations.

I see a branch in the steps that goes downwards and ends at a room on the right. I decide to descend the 12 or so steps and glance in—the room is fully furnished, it is a bedroom, in the bed is a quite elderly woman who is tucked into the covers of her bed. She is wearing a white nightdress and cap and is crying. I do not want to disturb her. I go back up the steps the way I came and return to heading upward in the previous direction.

At the very top of the steps I find a large, almost retro feeling loft. I jump over a stair gate that is here at the top and enter the loft. It is so large! Inside the loft there are steps that continue going up, way up. I ascend maybe 30 of them until I reach a point where I can see into a large bedroom area that is here on my right. I see movement, a man with brown hair that has detected me. He is pulling off the covers and inquiring into who is here. He is saying a female’s name, his partners? I am immediately embarrassed that I have entered someone else’s space. As I begin to back down the steps to leave he called out “no, don’t go.” He leaps out of the bed and is at the steps with me walking into the main level of the loft before I can blink. The next thing I know we are standing here and he is introducing me to his four children. They are two boys and two girls and all seem but a year apart in age. ( Note: this configuration matches my dad and the four of us in my family who are full brothers and sisters. Note: I also have a half sister and half brother ). This family does not look like us but the configuration matches. I say to the man “wow!, you must have had them like boom boom boom boom.” I am not able to pick up on why the man has stopped me and why he is now introducing me to his family. We are all about to leave the loft, though, and head down to the main house. The man grabs his bicycle. I remember being impressed at how he gets it through the gate. The next thing I know we are in the kitchen of the main house.

My mind is blown when I see an incredibly large, slightly red tinted sleeping male lion.

He is in one of the side rooms that is attached to the kitchen area. His mane is incredible, truly impressive. it is more red than the rest of him and is a cellophane kind of red. I am not sure how else to describe it, there is a certain quality and shine to it. The lion is sleeping on a sofa, which aside from the substantial window is the only furnishing in this little blue colored nook. The shade of blue, a warm yellow-based blue and feeling of the room are also notable. It is not just cozy and welcoming, it is a feeling-sensation that I know, that I remember. When I see the lion here I begin to remember seeing him prior in this experience. He approached. We spoke.

My subconscious is holding most of this interaction and not letting it all the way through yet. I am reaching for it, though, I am reaching for it hard. How could I not. What an incredible thing. What an incredible sight. The color RED continues to come through as the base energy center is clearing that needed to begin the vocal channeling. 

June 5, 2024

A night of no sleep, one long black and white hypnogogic in the early morning

Every now and again it happens. I get zero sleep. 

At around the 10pm hour I could feel myself gradually waking up more and more, until midnight came and I was wide awake—until well after sunrise. Sometime after 7am I fell off for a single sleep cycle, though it was more in the border-realm of half awake half asleep. 

The first thing I see is me, I am being given yet another swim suit. This one is one piece, and medium blue and white watery striped. Then I begin viewing in black and white. It is like a sustained hypnogogic. There is a base field that is a geometric, holographic, morphing pattern. Then two fields overlapping which are the idea of two very large buses. It is like they are in an underground, cement lined parking structure. One bus is for those ( for lack of being able to grasp a better concept ) going up, graduating, the other is for those staying behind / going down. There is a group of high school aged kids. I watch as a young girl who I have been following gets on the wrong bus. 

The girl is maybe 17 years old and has long, straight, light brown hair. By the time she realizes, not three steps onto the bus it is too late for her to get off. She is told by a loud, angry male voice the choice is made. There is more complexity to all of this, coming through the geometrical pattern but I can no longer grasp it. Now, one by one, the students on the bus visually to my left begin to be hazed. They are made to wear degraded clothing. One guy who is stepping forward now is wearing very short blue and white striped shorts ( nothing else, no top no shoes ), the kind men used to wear in the 1970s. He steps up, presents himself, then turns around and goes back to the group. The girl who I have been following is coming up next. She is wearing a long sleeved, white, off the shoulder blouse that coers only the arms and breasts. There is a big brother type of person behind her who is making sure she is covered. She is batting him back, she has it taken care of. He feels to me like Dan McDonald ( the Life Regenerator ). 

June 4, 2024

A family gathering, healing an ancestral line

Dad. Lil. A man with brown hair who is with me out at the pool, he is helping me I think, I ask if I can put his phone number into my phone in case I need to reach him. He easily agrees. I am here visiting family. Derrick is also here with his wife, Elissa. In Dad’s driveway standing aside a bright yellow car Elissa is angry at something mom has done. Derrick tries to calm her down when he sees that I am approaching. Mom is with them. I inquire into what has happened. Mom begins explaining she took a wrong turn down a one way street. Following a lot of mundane activity inside the house, approaching the day I am to leave I begin to realize I had planned incorrectly for my departure date and may miss my flight. I begin two sets of activity at the same time, 1) taking measures to apply my ticket to a flight a day or more out, and 2) rushing to pack.

It seems I am wasting a lot of precious time, driving to the airport to get an advance lay of the land, for one. I am in the car, driving and driving without ever getting there. When I drive onto the rooftop of a building and realize my car is in fact flying, rather than continue to go the long way I attempt a dematerialization and re-materialization at the airport *which fails. The car is being put in reverse and now I am just hovering in mid-air. I switch back to the house. I am frustrated to the max and in a bit of a fury. Information starts coming in about my crystal. I reach into my purse and pull out George, my Healer, to see his whole, large top facet has broken off. I am devastated, truly devastated. I reach into my purse to see if I might be able to re-afix the top to the bottom but it is in too many shards, it didn’t break clean but rather fractured. 

I now find myself in a large room where people go to do artwork. The tables are all covered in black tablecloths. Someone pulls out a crystal that looks just like the one Darr sent me home with a few months back. The one I call “Mountain” because she looks like a set of mountain peaks. She is repeated and repeated here. Like copies have been made of her as a basic template for the artists here to work with today. My state of confusion deepens, for the structure of this crystal, Mountain, is indeed incredibly unique. My attention shifts back to the house. I am in a back room attempting to pack. At first I had tons of space to work with in my suitcases, I just couldn’t figure out how to arrange my two bags ( on of which fits inside the other ) with all my things. Should I pack them together? or separately and take one as a carry on? 

The more I work on this, the more time I spend on the packing the more I find I seem to have brought. There are even clothes on hangars. Why would I have brought hangers? There is no way all of this is going to fit. There is an extreme time crunch working on my nervous system. Mom is not helping. I have asked her if she would get the call to the airport going for me but she is being all negative about it, which is only adding to my sense of angst. I ask her to please stop. In the morning when I begin to wake from all this, I extend the sense of angst by attempting to linger here and wonder what all this has been about. What a mess of lower emotion. 

I begin to feel I am being told I can’t, or will not be able to go home >> 
that I have not yet processed enough of my stuff. 

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Note: Once I am awake, seeing I have been with a lot of family, both on this and that side of the veil, I wonder if I am being tasked to process more from our whole family/ancestral lineage. There is a moment when I am packing that I run into someone else’s clothes. Someone who is Japanese. How much of what I was pouring into my bags was not directly my own? I caught myself at the Japanese clothing and did not put these in, but how much of what I did was beyond my own?

June 3, 2024

Extraterrestrial contact, entangled with a male, more chakra work

I think my chakras are being worked on again.. when I have this thought upon waking I hear the word “precision-ed”. I think this work is being done onboard craft, ETs are involved. Again, as yesterday, there are multiple layers to what is going on. The energy of it is so thick, so intoxicating I am surprised I can see anything at all through the sensation. It does feel something like being anesthetized, like mostly succumbing to the waves while also periodically consciously surfacing. I am most certainly out of body, in real space, and struggling to maintain my position. I never give up trying, though, as I attempt to glean more of what is actually happening.

In the main field I find myself when slipping under, I am again being paired with a male.

This time it is more than just paired, it is mated, meaning it is a much deeper and longevous kind of connection. I can see him very well and spend an incredible amount of time with him. He is ethnic, though the exact ethnicity escapes me; he has bronze toned skin and brown hair, he is wearing a red and black checkered flannel-type shirt throughout the entire experience. We do not live in the same city. I believe this data is real because I can feel the idea of me living in San Diego ( which I do ) and he in Las Vegas. We first meet at a place where I work. I feel our energies entangling. We begin to interact. He really does have the most wonderful energy and personality. It is difficult to describe, to put my finger on what it is I am actually feeling. It is elevating me, though. The quality of him seems higher than me, more stable than me. In the experience he appears young, roughly in his 30s, I try to see him as he would appear in real time. I see he is still younger than me, what I feel is someone who is 51-52 years old. I can see a moment when we are walking up a set of stairs. I am in front and he is behind me. I joke with him about not looking up at me from my backside. In the laughter our energies entwine more completely again and we are off to somewhere else. I can see into area where I am telling a small group of others how we met.

Important Note: twice in this experience I find myself fully conscious- what has happened is that a being has come into a room with me. The first one it would seem I can no longer recall ( I have tried ), but when this happens a second time I recognize that it is happening again. I take the opportunity to quickly gather data. The being in the room with me at present is female. I look over towards her and ask her to describe what I look like. She tells me in an unquestioning manner that I am a caucasian female. “I am myself, then”, I gather, “I am in real space.” This female, from across the room also looks human, I think she may be out of body like myself and as I walk towards her begin to describe to her what she looks like. The closer I come, the more I see she is not quite Earth human. I begin to refer to her as Vee in my mind, because she has an incredibly wide V-shaped face ( and Venusian? ). She has skin so pale and thin I can see through it to her veins. She is very lean, and tall for someone this lean, but still only 5’7” or so. By the time I get to her hair she says the words with me “black hair”. It is only nearly black, I make note to myself, before once again I am no longer fully conscious.

The idea of a park is now presenting, a large park that has multiple ballparks. 

It feels as though I am horizontal, being pulled on some kind of cart, wagon ( gurney ) and looking up at everything. My attention is caught by a girl-couple.

Both girls seem real nice, their energies suited to one another. One is very tall, the other shorter, both are athletic with lots of energy. I am happy for them as the tall one makes the bold move of stating her feelings, which are well received by the other. [ Is my own system being observed while I view this? ] The whole feeling here is one of youth. At some point I begin to be aware of something going on behind my head. I try to look up and back at what it is. There is a man back there, who relative to my own supine position, would himself be laying prone ( face down ). He looks to be in his 30s, sandy blonde hair, a few days worth of stubble, and a dry, lightly foaming mouth. I am trying to work all this out in my mind when some others come to remove him -it feels like it is the man I am paired/mated/entangled with in this experience. Once the removal is completed there is the idea that we have come to the ballpark to watch a female friend’s team play. Some things are being unloaded and taken out onto the field. I feel like I should help, and join everyone on the bleachers, but at the same time it feels like I have not been invited. 

While I wrestle with all of this, not yet able to move through it, it would seem I have also picked up a baby and young boy. I am now in an even more confused state with the arrival of this additional data. I am really struggling to understand. I can hear the baby crying. I can see them all, the baby, young boy and man who I have been entangling with sitting on a set of bleachers. The baby just needs to be held. I am trying to figure out how to get to the baby. In the sound of the baby’s duress, and a bit of my own I somewhat suddenly begin to wake. I say “somewhat” suddenly because the energy state lingers on for some time. In fact I cannot break it.

I lay here in it for what is probably an hour before I can push through. I am surprised it is not later when I look at the clock. It is barely 9am.

June 2, 2024

Root chakra surging, a meeting at the sunset event horizon

Extraordinary experience.. again the base chakra is the foundation, it is surging with energy, the surges are lengthy to the point of growing to be uncomfortable. These are not the mild, pleasant, softly surging sensations of the past. These are surges to the extreme, like a blender turned on high, or drill bit trying to break through something incredibly thick. Once again, I can engage my thinking mind and even move my position in the bed without interrupting the surges in the slightest. They are extending all the way through to the threshold of physical space. Ultimately I am able to ride the sensation of the surging into a portion of the Experience going on within it.

There are four elements to the experience,
they all superimpose upon one another to display, or reveal the totality of the event.

The first element is the base chakra surging itself. The next is where I am walking around, for the longest time asking people what day of the week it is. I have no sense of it myself, it is totally missing and so I am reaching ot to others and asking. I have asked dozens of people at this point and no-one can tell me. I am casually stopping people on the streets, going into businesses, asking anyone I can. The people do not even find it odd that they themselves do not know. I am mentally blaming computers for this regression in human awareness, of something so simple as what day of the week it is. I am beginning to get frustrated, but not to a point of giving up my search for this piece of data. The reason I want to know is due to work, I want to know if I am going to have get there, have to construct my day and activities around this.

Two things now happen synchronously >> 

Jean, my previous and last care recipient appears and says she is not going to need me anymore. She is saying how she is actually letting everyone go but one new person who has just come on board. When she tells me this two more things happen. The first is that I am extremely relieved ( I will say why in a moment ), the second is that I come into the fourth layer, or element of this experience and that is Darr. In a conversation we are having I am telling her how Jean is always causing chaos, and that now she is going to beat this new person into the ground by piling a four-person job all on top of her. I do not realize that Jean can hear what I am saying to Darr. She reappears and says that is really scary that I just said that. I am not apologetic when I turn to Jean and say “but it is true, isn’t it.” Jean’s husband ( who looks very different here than IRL ) doesn’t know that she has done what she has. We talk for a moment. He is a gentle soul. I have always wanted to make sure that at least he is being cared for; he opens a stand-by door we both know I am not apt, in this life to ever step through.

Darr is staying the night.

I can see her sleeping body curled up on its side on the floor. 

We are both outside our bodies, though I do not see my own sleeping body anywhere ( I never look for it ). Seeing Darr’s body is only for the data I have just shared- she is staying the night, and we are out. The majority of our conversation, which is lengthy and occurring concurrently with my lengthy conversation with Jean does not make it back with me. The very exciting thing is the building joy in me at having discovered I do not have to get to a job, because now Darr and I can go to a sunset sky watch, where at the event horizon of which something very special is happening. In the field where I am looking for the day of the week, finally someone is verifiably telling me that today is Thursday. “I knew it!” I say, “I was right!” As a joy more profound than any I have ever experienced pours through my heart. This is really happening.

All of this has to do with the contact that is leading into my service as a Speaker, a channel for higher consciousness. It is confirmed that I have been chosen.

We are ready to begin.

June 1, 2024

Mind-body processing opportunities

The month starts off rough in terms of recall.

I had to pull myself out of my sleep to attend an online meeting at 8am ( the time when I am generally engaged in my dreamwork ). I could tell my Inner being really wanted me to attend the meeting, though, because I was woken 2.5 hours prior, and then again 20 minutes before it was to begin. This said, it was a rough pull, and I had to go directly from stepping out of bed to the ( online ) group. I had given myself only 1 minute to get there. The dreaming was interesting, as it always is, and included in a variety of segments were people I know IRL.

At the very moment of waking I am holding, and looking directly into what looks like a tiny  2-3 inch hanger with a faded navy blue and white scroll affixed to the crossbar. I am bringing this to Maria and asking if she wants to sign on for whatever this is once a month *the cost is just $4-5. Without hesitation she says yes. The general idea of what this is, is something like the opportunity to have a  piece of her clothing ( personality, body parts, stuff in her chakras ) professionally cleaned once a month. She is so fast with her decision that I decide to opt in on this, too. 

In another area I can see where I am in an apartment-home, there is a male figure here, he is older, has olive skin and brown hair. In this area there is a re-arrangement of furniture, I myself am doing the re-arranging and the furniture is quite modest. It is almost more like objects put together to make a particular thing -like a chair. There is an area in particular, in the living room where I have made room to make a sitting area- a chair, with a t.v. table in front of it, with a light to the front of this which shines onto it. The area is meant for study, but also TO have a place to sit.

I am very pleased with this area. The feeling of it is very good. I can’t quite explain it. There is someone I am working with. There is not much else in the living room. I see white walls, beige carpeting, one piece of furniture on the other side of the room *which may be a sofa. 

In another area I am with Rob and Kalina. I can no longer see why, or what it is we are doing but attached to the environment is like the freezer isle of a grocery. I am reaching into one of the freezers for a cup of what is supposed to be a watermelon freezy ( something like the idea of a snow cone in cup ). But the thing is only half full and nearly all the way melted. I am showing them this and saying how such a thing is not even worth it to buy. 

This is all I have for today, – bits and pieces without the full context.

Though a bit of a picture does start to come through.