Some things, even though seemingly somewhat simple are just incredulous. What they turn out to be is exponentially more surprising than what you might first think. A few weeks ago I was given a “homework assignment” by my higher ups. I was given the assignment due to an experience that is in the process of heating up in my physical life-space.
This experience involves the use of frequencies in my livable area which began to be used to establish a mean of connection through which to pass a more ‘physical’ kind of communication to me. Something was happening — it may be that others were also using the frequencies — and apparently the beings wanted me to be alert to this.
In order to assist my understanding, it was suggested that I go back into my video archives and string together clippings from a selection of the logs, 2009-2021 in order to help tell a story. In order to help me see something more clearly than I currently was.
Well I took on the task, enormous though it be in its stature, there are more than 300 videos in the archive – knowing surely I would see something anew indeed, but it turned out to be something far more than mere understanding that has taken place.
Biologically, physiologically this process has been more akin to the striking of a tuning fork inside myself and undergoing an entire restructuring. I would almost liken this to an entire timeline dissolving and a new one coming up in its place.
The Lions are laying under blue tarps – note: when I am accessing something buried, from my extended past it is often buried under blue tarps. The Lions are laying here under the tarps as though sleeping. I am sneaking myself through the center of the dome, first over the one, then over the other. I sneak over the one without incident. As I am sneaking over the second, a long, thin tongue begins protruding out from its mouth. Like a snake, although not exactly, and as though sensing around for what is in its environment. It wakes to me just as I am making my way over its hind quarters and through the dome door. I climb the exterior of the dome to evade it. He roams the inside, and even climbs at the underside of the dome to prowl me.
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’.
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.
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.
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!
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.
Second chakra energy transmutation : all night. Sexual depravity.
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.
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.
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.