Log : Three OBEs About Shifts

Working With and Within Free-Will

March 29, 2015

From the back of my truck. ( I lay down and shift in—

New Shift. Repeatedly. Or (an additional perception).. One long shift inside of which I am periodically landing in data fields. I am being held by two helpers, intent-fully close to the physical. Each is on one side and has me up off the ground with a hold of a wrist and an ankle. I am first bent (legs going up toward my head), then stretched, twisted, turned, and tossed into the air. *This activity is to increase flexibility and decrease fear. Heighten sensitivity to the physical system and it’s independent systems. Sex center system sensation is notably high. To focus my attention away from fear I ask— ‘how can I help people’..? ‘I like to help people’.

Data field opens out:

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OBE Log: Yellow Rose

Dream into OBE

A young boy’s long journey home.

Large structure. It is a home which accommodates a great many individuals. Some of whom reside here and some of whom are being hosted for a time. I am walking through the structure checking in on the areas and everyone. I am one of those who is just passing through, being hosted for a time, I am here with Charlie, it is not my role or job to be doing this, I just am. It is natural for me. I am entering an area where there are many of those who are here for a time. I am asking if they have everything they need. If there is any single thing missing I will go get it for them ( I am up ). It is in the little details like this that makes a place special. 

There is a woman here in a chair who is sleeping, who has some horrible and loud kind of sleep apnea. I retrieve a pillow for her head. When I bring it she wakes and I ask her if she would like the pillow. She asks “what for?“ I say if I put it here for her she may see that it is nicer for her, more comfortable, less hard. She allows me to do so and I continue on. I come to a dining area where there is a large wooden table, welcoming and family-like. William Buhlman is here. He motions me over and asks if I have read the books by….did he say Monroe? I lean in, emitting that I am beyond reading now and confirming  “I am one of us”. Meaning those who have gotten out.

Old man in a bed – an open room with an open door.. he is near the beginning of the structure and I am passing the room now again. He has been here sometime. He is still sleeping. I can’t believe he is still sleeping. I walk by. “Such a deep, deep sleep”, I say to the boy in the wheelchair. A very handsome and well-kept young boy, cleanly dressed, fair skin, brown hair.. he is here with his brother, they are both teenagers, roughly 12 to 13 years of age. They have switched off a large stream of water ( being caught in a bowl ) from a nozzle on the floor below, which I had turned on for some purpose relative to the old man in the bed. 

The boy in the wheelchair approaches me from outside, diving without missing a beat straight into a conversation about the shift. I am telling him that the world is going to be so different for him now. He comes back with “but there is still so much darkness”. I tell him he says this because he cannot yet see the changes. He has not lived through enough years. I begin a transfer of these to him through my own through the ages. As I am transferring to him I am seeing and experiencing the change, the alterations in the Collective and perceived world structure. This is emotional for me. The difference we have all made. Is real.

I find myself walking again now, continuing back through the structure toward the home where I have Charlie. I am wondering if I should leave him here. He has other small dog company and is just happy as can be here. I find myself knowing in reply he is here because he is with me. He is in all of the wonderful places he has been because he has been in company with me. In my reverie, like a breeze blowing through I suddenly feel a very real, very tangible swipe along the under side of my right arm. I turn to see what it is. Curious, there’s nothing here. I now feel the same tangible touch along my whole other side. 

A nice feeling presence and warm arm is around me, around my shoulders.. as I am turning to look I hear the whispered words “who are you hoping this is?” A man is here. A young man, tall, thin, shoulder length curly blonde hair. What a pleasant energy.

He has asked me another question. Or perhaps it is the same question. Who am I hoping this is. I am struggling with the answer. He takes his thumb and presses it into the anomaly at the back of my head, applying pressure here in slow spiral circles. This is helping, relieving the tension always present at this gate, re-opening me to the Cosmos.. 

He lightens his touch momentarily, looking to me.

I tell him not to worry, 
that it is good, that he can press even more deeply >>>
he does so until I see, and hear the words 

“yellow rose“

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The reverberations of this event flow through me still
A thorough and deep embed, and
CONTACT

OBE Log : Cephalopod

February 24, 2021

Monsters and mythical creatures. — wars waged.

Large white marshmallow shaped things coming out of small slits in the back of my legs. I somehow know these are eggs. Someone asks me from within if I want to move forward with full awareness of what this is. I come out from the experience, considerate it for a moment and decide yes. Full awareness from this point forward.

I go back in.—

I am now seeing someone, I am taken to see someone, a female gynecologist-like a person, she is familiar with what this is, she is going to help me understand, give me more information, help me remove more of the marshmallows ( /eggs/fetuses ). Two of them >>little creatures now<< have hatched inside me already, before having been removed. We are bringing these out now. One of them is scared and moving around inside my legs trying to hide. The sensation of this is startling but I am holding it together. Being more curious and inquisitive than afraid. I will be honest, though, I am near exceeding my edge. 

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OBE Log : Another 3D Consensus Space

It is 3:30am

I am returning to my bed having just checked in on my care client.

I close my eyes, still a good deal awake and look in. I say “okay what am I dreaming? . . and just this easy drop in—

It is a multi-purpose sort of environment. Shops, restaurants, thoroughfares. When I wake up from this area just prior I can’t believe I did not realize I was dreaming. Multiple things are occurring that are telling me. Including having been in the experience even earlier to this. The time I am mentioning is the second time I am dropping in. Going back in ( now ) I find myself here again for a third. It takes me a little while to realize, many things are happening prior to it occurring to me that I am here yet again. Extraordinary. I do now fully realize and am awake as can be—experiencing the environment mind-blowingly as solid as physical space, as real to life, as fluid and linear as physical space. I am in a consensus territory, another 3D consensus territory?, embodied – fascinating! 

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Log : OBE / Et Contact

February 18, 2021

Descending emerald green steps I carry items for a meeting, marriage, merging. The meeting of this Asian male and female ( me ) is far prior to this moment but at this moment is coming to a convergence point at an elevator. He is tall, dashingly handsome, dressed in a comfortable suit . . an architect. He has in his hands a very plain rice and seaweed sushi-like dish. There is humor in this gift, there is a meaning in it, special and also funny to them both. There is a third in the elevator, another female who I intersect with just prior to this. She is wearing bright colors >> pink and yellow. She is highly unusual looking. I do not know what I am doing here with her but she feels that I am attempting to “fix“ her as we connect. Others often do this and she makes mention of it to me. I tell her I am not fixing her, that I love pink and yellow. She is making a comment of the man bearing something so plain and ordinary while in the elevator – as he is walking toward me, the energy palpable, handing me the gift.

Two things are key for me to mention today:

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OBE Log : Entity Assault

February 2, 2021

Second chakra energy transmutation : all night.
Sexual depravity.

OBE

I am unsure how to begin.

An entity is in my space, in the etheric energy space, it seems to have no regard for me whatsoever and this is much as a predator and prey situation. This entity is human. It has a hold of my right foot and is dragging me 180 degrees within the exact space of my physical body. It is performing the rotations of the bodies necessary for enacting what is for me a conscious shift into an OBE ..It wants me to be as aware of what is happening as possible. In a sick way, because this entity is violating my space and violating me. It wants me to see not just what is happening but who it is. I am certainly attempting to see, but at the same time, aware from within multiple fields and the goings-on within them, my entire mental/energetic/physical construct is screaming. 

As I am first coming to experience and tangibly feel the violation, the feedback is of a male being. But I see clearly here, at least to this degree, the entity is not male but female. I am seeing the outline of the body, face, head.. She is very generic in her appearance, utterly lacking of vitality and color. She is perfectly still, standing here before me, energetically and compassionately numb. I see the hair, ash blonde, not quite to the shoulders, outlining her face. It is a complete blur through the features of the face. I am coming into full alertness, screaming with every ounce of my energy the words “you are dead”, “you are so dead!”, “you don’t even know how dead you are!”. The energy is coming through me with such force the words are reaching through my physical body in physical space. Where it is the pre-morning hours ( 4am ), I am at work, the dog is barking loudly down the stairwell in what I come to think must be an attempt to wake me. So I have a chance.

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The Recall Muscle : Making it Back with the Data

Let’s face it, a day in which we actively recall our dreams – bring back with us into our conscious daily state of awareness even fragments of the energy and activity of our inner world, experiences, adventures,—immersed in their waves, merged with the concepts, symbols, messages, integrated to any degree at all their depth, meaning, feeling — is very different than a day in which we have not.

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Experiencing Myself as Alternating Fast Sound Vibration

May 7, 2020 

I work hard for this one. 

It is a late night catching myself up with computer related stuff, then a falling off somewhere around midnight. 

I am waking in the early morning to having conceptualized no content, have to use the bathroom and the family is already beginning to wake ( ie: much noise is beginning to flood the house ). I put in earplugs, put on the mindfold and feel my way to the bathroom, knowing this will help me remain in the process of shifting cycles, and more ‘in’ there than out in physical space. 

I return to the bed, position myself prone, put my dream crystal in hand and call for the frequencies to return to me. I am shown a moment from before I fell off to sleep, like the flashcard game I repeat it back. I am shown another moment, I repeat it back. I am shown something large and round and reddish, the size of a bowling ball but visually more like a biological organ bathed in blood. I am curious and asking what in the heck I am seeing. 

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Log : OBE : What is Mine and Not Mine

Note : I do not catch the actual shift into this OBE but I do enter into the OBE state from within the event, and the level of depth, the full ( conscious ) experience and energetic exchange makes it worthy of highlighting. The concept and meaning are notable as they embed all the way through to the cellular level. I will mention as well that it is becoming a more common event, through the current year-long consciousness experiment ( 365 Days of Dreams ) for me to re-enter not just the standard dream but OBEs in play during the course of the night(s). This is fascinating and goes far, by way of showing, if only to a degree how often we experience out of body states while at the same time not making it through to the morning with the data intact. It shows that these experiences can be re-entered and regained. We can go back in for them “after the fact”.

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February 4, 2020

OBE : What is Mine and Not Mine, Cleaning Out the Attic, Accessing the Akash

I am not getting sleepy..

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Log : OBE : Tests, Fear Tests

January 7, 2020

OBE : Tests. Fear Tests.

As I begin waking to my conscious state of awareness in the early morning hours, the uneasy feeling in my gut from my car of 20 years having come to her end with me, and having to finance a new one comes to the fore. It is a process I move through each time a new car / purchase occurs and generally passes through my thought/energy structures in a matter of 2-3 days. My Group is assisting me with this, sending through the song : 🎼 Heaven is a Place on Earth : and highlighting most specially the two lines, “we’ll make heaven a place on earth” and “I’m not afraid a n y more!”. I am fully aware of their assistance, thanking/loving them and consciously participating by sending Ho’oponopono out to all of us who participated in the exchange at the dealership yesterday ( *never fun being ‘sold’, worked over and even shamed by those working systems in place in this industry ).

As I am scanning, – scrying for dream content……. I pop into an OBE I have been having :

Structure : college campus. schoolroom. getting to class on time. 

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