RGMP Case Report #5: Jacob

Jacob Stark is a 30 year old freelance cinematographer in Las Vegas, Nevada. He lives with his wife and two kids, and enjoys spending his free-time on creative projects, as one might have guessed given his chosen profession. Nature fuels both his passion and spirituality, his favorite place being Yosemite National Park.

In the morning of June 21st, 2014, Jake prepared for an early swim, when his wife noticed penny-sized marks across the middle of his back.

"There is a line of 5, then a box of 9...." like hickies or blood blisters. The dots are subdermal, devoid of pain, raised bumps, or irritation other than the fact that they were visibly present.

 Jacob's grid marks from June 21st, 2014, reminiscent of Michalak's marks after a blast from an exhaust port on a UFO craft he was allowed to inspect near Falcon Lake in Canada. Michalak experienced symptoms of radiation sickness and was hospitalized when the picture of his marks was documented.

"I think the most unusual part is that I don't remember anything and nothing was out of the ordinary."

Seeing Overlapping Realms When Awake

Think Water

-Exemplifying how it would look to see two overlapping realms in the waking state

See Investigations DS#2 on posts with the water and ocean themes, listed at the bottom of the page.

Over the course of my dreaming investigations, one puzzling element pervaded:  water.

I managed to decipher the coding water represents in the spirit realm, settling on the idea that my dream scenarios kept nudging me toward, that there is a realm of nonlocality overlapping the solid state reality. Being immersed in water was dangerous because it implied full openness of spirit for anything wandering around to penetrate. It's hard to breathe if you don't know how or have no equipment or evolved physical ability (gills). It took me a long time to conjure a dream of myself swimming fully submerged in ocean, though I knew that held the key to contacting other beings. The dream ocean is a highway of consciousness connecting all beings together. We are made capable to walk the land, or swim the water. [Haven't figured out what capability flight represents in the dream world. But watch out for Dragons. Those buggers are dangerous because they can access all three mediums swiftly and freely if no protective measures are taken.]

There was a significance to straddling the surface of the water. Something was important about that, never going too deep or submerging without being in a team with a reason to be searching the water. In other words, to explore the spirit world, you need certain safety measures in place. I had to put those in place to safely navigate. But what was the significance of straddling the surface in response to my questions about being able to SEE and HEAR those beings of the spirit ocean? I want nothing more than learn how to see that companion realm in my waking state, so I can teach others to.

Last week, the answer hit me as I was passing over a creek bridge. Water has the amazing property of reflecting the outer world on its surface, while still allowing transparency to the creek's floor. In this way, we are seeing two overlapping worlds.

I've known water holds the key to understanding the overlapping realm. There has been a relationship with water I cannot shake. In this picture, notice three layers actually. The one of the water bottom with the rocks, one with the camera man in the lower right, along with the trees tracing the photo's bottom edge, and thirdly, what seems like another figure taking up the left half of the photo. This figure is closer to the water than the cameraman, and so is not reflected with the same clarity as the trees or camera guy. His/her shadow appears cast on the lake bottom, whereas the cameraman is obviously on the surface. Such a brilliant demonstration on the play of light with water and solid objects. I know this is the area of study that will help us understand the degrees of solidity and nonlocality in which consciousness can travel, but I'm not certain how it helps us SEE them. Dreams kept telling me to be in-between, to float on the surface with part of the body submerged in a natural water (ocean, lake, river, stream). Pools are different, they are enclosed man made, rather, pocket dimensions, of consciousness.

Water helps me visualize how it is possible for two overlapping realms to intersect in the same dimension of perception. But can physical water provide a window into this other realm? The answer keeps coming back yes, but how, and why? Does water amplify sounds at the extremes of the sound spectrum? Does it reflect light in a way that would allow us to see things the naked eye can't?

There's the Harry Potter scene that comes to mind again and again where Hermione uses a mirror to look around corners because a direct meeting of the eyes with the Basilisk turns a human to stone. There is truth in that myth for contactees who have been 'put under a spell' by entities they've encountered. Entities with command over human consciousness and transmission of experience maybe need that soul connection through the eyes. Perhaps cloaking technology works the same way. Some UFO sightings occur at certain angles when the eye sees around whatever cloak or masking tech being used. Might the reflection of water show us shadows of such crafts or beings?

This is speculation, of course. It's actually difficult to work out the right conditions for water to reflect both the sky and its depth just right in relation to your eyes. Top shots or low shots capturing both mediums depends on the position and magnitude of light sources. I suppose its worth an experiment though, to channel while I'm looking at a water's edge. Haha! This idea, I'm just realizing, is commonly in magical movies where some witch far away contacts a person by water reflection.

Underwater Base

During my hiatus these last weeks, I've been contemplating how to characterize the kind of dreaming I do. Remote reviewers are not sleeping when they see, and I do not see with the same clarity when awake. I enjoy actually that I can relax, fall to sleep, and receive information and images while I'm recharging. It's like a double whammy. So, then what do I call what I do? There are aspects of channeling, there are aspects of remote viewing, and forecasting, and astral projection even. A better question really is how is it happening? I mulled over this question last night hoping once again to inspire a metaphorical response using imagery and scenario, as my dreams do. Based on some things Jim Mars said in an interview podcast with Linda Howe, I wondered if I am interacting with electromagnetic fields. Would that explain how I saw that storm that hit Spokane a couple years ago while I was camping. Something told me to take my caravan on a different route, I thought because it would be more fun than to go home to Portland the way we came (going west). Instead I turned south at the last minute, festered all night long because something had me on edge (to the point I spooked my younger sister and forced myself to hide the feeling so she would not erupt in an anxiety attack). I dreamed simply of a storm in the sky, heavy gray, rumbling clouds. I hoped to dream about my grandfather because the campground we stayed at was home of a great story my dad told me about. I never knew my grandfather so this was my greatest chance in a lifetime to catch a link to him.

Marine Creatures with Thermal Burns

Summary: Continuation of communication with water beings; Trying to woo my sweetheart, finding strange coins washed ashore; Childish in-fighting and unjustified territory and resource control.

Night of 25/26th November 2013

I'm in a cabin nestled in a hill under trees just before dusk. A few dim lights are on around the house. Rain poured during the night and into the early morning creating lines of water across the windows. My old friend, Kristin, is there. It's her parent's home, but it's nothing like her parent's home in my waking reality. There is no television, its a small, but modern home with wide windows and a low ceiling. I'm enjoying looking out the windows, absorbing the peace of the natural setting. Only a few other small residences line the hill further up, we are closest to the edge of the water, a bay, or mouth where a lake bleeds out into a river. I had the distinct sense that water flowed from the larger body into the river, not reverse, which implies a lake draining down by means of a river. This becomes an important distinction later.

I catch movement where the treeline meets the lake, and can't believe what I see. An upright, large brown bird humanoid (like the brown eagle woman that shapeshifted when she landed in the dream preceding my abduction) is folding its wings in and hovering through the trees along a stream and up the hill, curving around the cabin. I know in this moment of the dream that I had not seen one of these beings for a year and a half. Half in disbelief, I change vantage points to a different window to see if I can catch a glimpse of it through the trees as it turned up the stream. It comes into view again, changing red as it moved. Its feet, shaped like boots, hover a few feet above the ground. It's not flying, it's not walking. It's moving at an inexplicable hover parallel with the ground without moving its feet or wings. It's wings have folded in, covering its head and torso. I think its morphing but I don't catch what it's morphing into, only assume from the previous experience that it is shapeshifting to appear human.

"Did you see that?!!" I yell to my friend. "I can't believe it. Did you see?"
"See what?"

I look further up the road where it had gone and see two men walking down that pass it at a backwards angle. They must have noticed it, I think to myself. They are chatting and gesturing intently with one another. One dark haired, one blonde. They are wearing similar outfits and scarves. Uniforms of some kind? I was hopeful that these residents saw the bird being and could verify my sighting, then I realized... they are hovering too, but in a different fashion from the bird. They are walking on air a foot and a half above the beaten cement, one lane road. I fixate on this. How are they doing that? Are they aware that they're doing that? Is there cloaked road beneath them? Does it form only for them?

Existence in Solid state and Non-localized state

(See updated Theories page of this blog for overview of some of my major investigative working conclusions. Also see updated About page for common terminology definitions.)

Update to the forms ocean dwelling beings take in and out of the ocean of nonlocality. I dreamed I'm searching for a quick spot to fish with my father along a country road before the rain comes. There is already some flooding. Another truck zooms by us away from the mountain wilderness and into town to beat the storm. We spot a small, flooded pond that climbed the bank up to the driveway down to it. We fished off the concrete road that disappeared into the relatively little body of water.

Close to the shore I saw pairs of angel fish facing one another kissing. Beautiful sparkles and ribbons of blue, pink, and purple streamed from their kissing faces. They're making love, I thought, if love itself had a physical appearance. There were also long grey fish that looked like bass swimming colorlessly around. On top of the water were the strangest thing, floating spirits of angel fish wandering about, pursing their lips at the water here and there. I'm not sure if they were doing some kind of maintenance or gathering excess bits of love streams. I signaled to myself right there in the dream (my investigative thoughts have been highlighted to my dream self lately when updates occur) that I may have been inaccurate in my previous conclusion from water dreams before. Based on my previous water dream, what are represented as marine life are beings that only survives in the conditions of the ocean of nonlocality. In other words, they are beings of pure consciousness, or souls, that do not exist in solid state reality. But in this latest dream, a different idea to correct my previous assumption and enhance my overall understanding of how the ocean works, is a distinction between souls of these water dwelling beings, and their solid forms in the ocean. These water beings that exist entirely in the ocean (humans exist outside of the ocean on land, represented as land and buildings and play structures in my dream metaphors, but we can still swim in it via sleep and meditation) exist in as solid of form in ocean as we do on land. In order to exit the water and come into our medium, they must be formless energy. When they do so, they cling to the surface of the water from whence they came. To put it bluntly, there are sentient entities that freely move through the realm of pure consciousness, and for them to exist in our solid realm, they appear as spirit.

The Worm Connection

Summary: Manmade flying object confiscated by reckless locals; Swamp water transfers worm-like creatures that burrow in my skin, and the effort to expel them from my body; Invading worm creatures Metaphorical analysis of meaning of water throughout my dreams, followed up with plan to induce particular dream imagery that would validate my theory.

Nights Sept 27/28th 2013 and many other dreams referenced not recorded elsewhere

I step onto a low dock over a swamp. It's after dusk so the sky holds faint light over the horizon, but the sky is mostly purple and dark blue with many clouds. There may have been a rainstorm earlier that day. My attention is toward the sky, so details of the swamp are vague. An orange star-like object moves up from the horizon faster than a plane is capable of. I feel like it responds to me, is aware of me watching it. When it does obtuse angle shifts, I suspect it's more than any known object. I wait for the giveaway sudden dart across the sky like a shooting star, which UFC technology is recognized for because modern science (or at least what's available to public knowledge) is not capable of doing yet. It darts a few hands, then slows quickly. Odd. It wasn't as fast as I expected. Is this not an extraterrestrial craft? It changes course to come down to me. Other people by now have noticed it and have come to the dock. Two civilian men are standing in the swamp where it hovers down to. It looks like a truck with a large camper, except it has plane wings and a metal cage over top with a satellite dish, and is 1' wide across the bumper x 2' long. On the hood and on either side of the vehicle reads NASA. Oh. It's a drone. The locals standing with me are bothered by the object. One grabs it out of the air where it hovers to the side of the dock just above the water. It's engine whirs as the propeller on top in the cage contraption no longer holds the weight or can dictate it's position. Whomever is controlling it is obviously trying to get the drone loose. I tell them to leave it alone, that it's an experiment for NASA and means us no harm, that someone worked hard on it and its not our place to claim ownership. The man holding it speaks sarcastically at the truck. A woman's voice returns, its controller and likely its engineer. "Let it go please." The woman says over a radio somewhere in the mess of rods on this device. "See?" I tell them, "Someone will be looking for it."

"Oh, then we should make sure it's working properly for her." Another man says as he pulls on some tubes. "Do you think this helps?" He says carelessly. I argue, and reach for it to try and pry it away, but I get knocked down in the swamp. My arm makes contact with the surface. I quickly stand up and study my arm. The water was known to be infected. The locals wear tall boots when they have to wade through it. Tiny brown worm creatures are burrowing furiously under my skin. There's no blood, they are only a centimeter or two long and no thicker than a few strands of hair. I wipe my arm with my other hand to prevent more from disappearing into my skin. I know a few already made it in. I'm no longer concerned with the device, I have to get out because they are swarming the bottom of my legs already.

The remedy was to put the body part under hot water. Somehow it suffocates them or is too intense that they escape by leaving the skin of the host. Except when they do the hot water directly on them kills them. I watch in horror and relief as many more than I thought had made their way in are climbing out of my arm. Some are escaping by moving further up the arm. I have to adjust the location of the water. I even, at some point wrap turnoquits to cut off circulation and access to the rest of my body. I repeat on the other arm, again, finding many more than I thought had entered falling out. Still no blood or holes when they evacuated. I only saw the bumps of them crawling under the skin and the progression of their bodies climbing out before they fell into the sink. I had to do the same with my legs, the worst infected. I drew a hot bath and conceptualized how I would tie my upper legs and sit in the water without lowering too much of myself. I didn't want them to touch any other part of me. They couldn't climb out of the water, they needed that medium for some reason. So only what touched the water (outside of my skin) could be accessed. The hot water may not be killing them enough, just expelling them from the skin.

The Worm Theme

Of all the recurring themes (see also post featuring worms attack in desert that were snakes in the forest, but worms in the desert, and human-arthropod hybrid, and post where I almost sit on a grub, also encounter with deviant alien worm creature in small UFO not previously recorded on this blog, and finally see posts under marker DS1 detailing my theory about a blood-dependent parasite that feeds on humans and related dreams in this series) I've dealt with over this last year, this one may be the worst for me. I cringe at the notion of worms that want to crawl into my body, but for some reason it's important enough to keep coming up. My working theory is that this theme represents disease, or virus because it seems triggered by content from my waking life featuring virus outbreak. A kind of blood disease? (See dream post about retro-virus at the end. I haven't actually recorded this one, ugh. Too many. Understand that I still have recorded dreams from November and December 2012, and apparently that one from January 2013. Bear with me on that. I dream every night and don't always record them, though I remember them, and find I have to describe them first in order to reference them when they become relevant later.)

I can't escape the presence of water as the medium for transference of these buggers. I've been asking lately to my dream guides, "What happens when I submerge in the water", metaphorically I am asking why haven't I been depicted under water, only swimming on top of the surface or above. What does it mean for me to be submerged? How does that translate to my effort to travel body and spirit connected in the ether to other realms and worlds? The answer of this dream suggests I would pick up a kind of spiritual parasite if I were to do so. This idea has been communicated to me before, the risk of traveling through the spirit realm without an anchor in the physical. There are different regions in water and different regions on land; there are different regions in the spiritual plane in either situation of being tethered to the land, and free-floating in or under the water. So if I even tough a tainted, or dangerous region of the spiritual plane, even with a shallow depth from the land, I can contract a 'spirit virus.' I believe it's a caution to not blindly jump away from my safety tether, which is my body on the physical realm. I need to know where I'm going. Well, how do I know where I can go though? Can I swim in a tank with my friendly seal brothers, instead of open ocean? A tank that is regulated and maintained by loving, tethered groundskeepers? I've seen many swimming pools and closed play structures over the water, and large showers and baptismal-like tubs. Could that have all been cluing me in as to what kind of closed water source I need in order to do the kind of travel I want? In one recent dream I was hopping in and out of swimming pools in a training exercise running away from my mates. They had to catch me, but rarely dared to jump in the pools. They preferred to stay on land, and when they did jump only one of them did in any pool and they were slower than I could swim. I perhaps have the potential to move swiftly and acrobatically in and out of body-spirit realms. This makes sense given my explorations into how it would be possible to identify anything solid while traveling as non-local energy. I dreamed it was like running alongside a large pipeline in an closed facility. I stopped when I noticed a toy I wanted to pick up to keep for my son. In other words, you can see what you're passing by, just at a tremendously faster pace and processing power.

The only tank dream I had with my assigned seal friends, they were frozen and drowning. I criticized their caretakers and tried to throw rocks in, but was overcautious about contacting them or the water. The caretakers then unfroze the water and watched me suspiciously, wondering why I was trying to interfere and feeling offended by my assumption that they were doing a lousy job of monitoring the animals conditions. Who can I have represent the caretakers so I can trust them to perform their job well? Any marine biologists depicted in movies like Free Willy, and Andre. I should rewatch them for fresh content if I have any hope of this working.

Quenching a Thirst

Summary: Symbiosis with a sexual spirit;  Awkward intimate encounter set-up; Surface of water as an intermediary between dimensions; Obsession with water; Quest to learn how to travel inter-dimensionally with body and soul joined; Cattle mutilations supplying evacuation planets for Earth's people.

I'm carrying around an attachment to a sexual spirit that I may have invited as a type of walk-in to teach and explore with me this body's sexual impulses, needs, and nature. It is called regularly when my hormonal cycle reaches a certain stage, and it demands I yield to let it settle the built up energy. It very well could be feeding on it in a symbiotic relationship. I once dreamed I was a vampire starving myself because I didn't morally approve of my biological nature to feed on humans. In a desperate act that overtook me, I fed on a human I was supposed to be in cooperation with. The act was sexually pleasurable feeding on the muscle above his collar bone. I was abhorred with myself when my higher brain functions returned. Worried I killed the last human I ran to the upper floor, only to be greeted by zombified humans. Not wanting to be infected, I fell out a window. I was redeemed, able to to join the survivors in a peaceful, post-apocalyptic society by the ocean. In this respect, it would seem I fought this demon before, and now am able to carry it around in cooperation. Is this the dragon I fought and have absorbed in successive lifetimes?

Couple nights ago, I dreamed I had intimate relations with someone from my elementary school that I knew of up and out of highschool, whom I never had interest for, so it was awkward at first. But we still connected and found we had an appreciation for each other that allowed us to express it, though we didn't ever really interact throughout our school careers together. But what's more interesting that highlighted this scene of the dream in my memory is that we met in a boat on a dock to be together. We just lay down in the boat. And I had the sense that some other figure was present who was facilitating the exchange, like the figure led me to this boat to be with this old acquaintance. It felt setup; there was a pressure or expectation that we were to lay with each other.

Lego Land on Water

Summary: Correlation between my state of mind before bed and subsequent dream; lego houses and boat on lego platforms floating on sea of water; perspective shifts between in-game avatar and larger self; protection from lurking evil presence; collecting treasures and assembling a garden as a side quest, how these motivations help me resist fear; further meaning of recurring water theme and ignored lifelong fear.

Level Up! : The Experience of Channeling Contact

I did it! I had my first waking channeling. I've been trying to research the process and how it feels, all the little details people who don't know how to want to know and met resistance from one source I tried to draw it from, and haven't been hearing back from the other (both are human channels who do it for a living). Weeks and weeks I've been waiting and wondering if I could do it and what the presences I keep calling are trying to say but I can't seem to establish the link.

Quantum Locking

Notes from TED Talk demonstration video by Boaz Almog, and from his site www.quantumlevitation.com:

The Physics:
Quantum locking/levitation with superconductors
Magnetic force actually appears as particle streams and behaves like particles
There is zero electrical resistence (electricity is the flow of electrons thru a material)
In superconductivity, there is no energy loss from collisions because magnetic fields are expelled by circulating currents around the object and trapping those inside (locks the fluxon strands in place)

Superconductor freely rotates on a circular magnet! UFO's are commonly seen and taped rotating while hovering like a spinning top on an axial tilt (not unlike the Earth).

Object used in this demonstration is a thin wafer of sapphire coated in a ceramic compound of Yttrium (superconducting element), Barium, Copper, and Oxygen (YBCO), and wrapped in plastic. The mist is liquid nitrogen used to keep the temperature of the object below -185 degrees C (-301 degrees F). Superconductor remains on track at same speed and position (as though in zero point field similar to outer space) as long as temperature is below that mark.

Superconductors can store energy, and levitate objects 70,000x its own weight in this way (transfer current). 

Locking occurs because magnetic field DOES penetrate thru the thin superconductor.

Still interacts to gravity though, as demonstrated by the it riding a dipped bridge track back and forth (video on site). Height of levitation depends in part how cold the temp of the object is, that is, how long has it been left to cool in the liquid nitrogen.

Comparisons
The mist seen at UFO sightings may be the same kind of temperature regulation.

Guy who made rock garden with impossible to move stones by himself and claimed to have discovered how the pyramids were built kept his secret in a little black box that disappeared after his death. Box could not have had liquid nitrogen in it. So how else is this happening in our atmosphere?

Other superconductors only work at extremely high temperatures. May be why so many were/are spotted in the desert. YBCO superconductor above critical temp 93 degrees Kelvin as well.

Application
Does making zero point craft fly freely in our atmosphere at least have to do with the Earth's geomagnetic field?

UFO's often seen coming out of and going into the ocean. Magnetic fields affect the rate of flow in salt water. A strong magnet will actually bend a stream of falling tap water. (See video at this site)
If humans are made of more than 70% water, what effect would wrapping the body in a strong magnetic field have? What was shown to me was smothering the naked body in a thick mud of phosphate (salt of phosphoric acid); salt and water, which would essentially create a magnetic field in and around the body. But how strong, and what mixture of parts per I do not know.

The Girl in Red

An unfortunate turn of events happened with a source for my book, which has greatly upset me. I sobbed over the issue continuously. Writing a non-fiction is difficult, and painful to deal with when people I thought I could trust or have come to rely upon are so afraid of an idea, exposure, or attention that they ... Very sternly, two of my sources, one being my own sister, denied permission to include the stories about them in the book, neither of which were negative in representing them. If I am to attain approval from every source I use, this book will never be published. Really, though, this is what a publisher and editor is for. I should not concern myself with permissions just yet. I need to just get it done. Still, the source I lost connected me to a greater spiritual community whom I cannot help but feel outcast from now. My search for spiritual belonging stumbles yet again. 

Development toward Antigravitic Craft Schematics

Summary: Another dream emphasizing learning about magnetism; assembling the elements so far; antigravitic/levitation reaction of object in magnetic field; question about the physics of light-speed travel of craft employing the described methods.

Empathy with Seals, Channeling Sea Mammals

Topics Summary: Dream sequel to Astrophysics, and Empathy with Tiger; young seals and mammals trapped in layer of ice in aquarium tank; ancestral animal relations between human souls and alien beings; analyzing the categories of animal elemental groups.

I Know Who I am Channeling

Summary: Role as 'girl in red'; sponsored by teachers; holographic changes; determining how to interface with ET beings.

Resurrection and the Wooden World

My apologies for when my posts seem to be bouncing topic to topic. These posts serve as documentation of the many leads I investigate. I will do better to identify which investigation each change in topic is referring to.

I believe I understand the primary ET relationships now. The Arcturians are the omnipresence in our galaxy serving as protectors. They are amphibious in origin and appearance (see my original description of the alien behind the panel in Abduction post). The Draconian Dragons, known to be the main evil race trying to enslave humanity, are of a different origin, whereas I thought the two major sides stemmed from the same origin or species as suggested in the biblical texts about the fallen angels that followed Lucifer. Now I recognize these two are mutually exclusive oppositions. The Arcturians, as revealed to me by Elizabeth Trutwin in email correspondence (see her site here) are scientists, and the most advanced ones of our galaxy. My experience supports that role. They are helping to handle the human experience; they monitor and guide the development of our souls in these physical bodies by what I can only describe as 'programming.' I believe my dreams are training and re-education programs specified for me, often times just meant to help me progress and reorient toward ascended existence for good and light.

One of these recurring re-education programs is understanding and being prepared for when the second resurrection occurs after the return of our higher dimensional friends. I've been speaking to my Mormon mentor to help me understand the often confusing and persistent themes of my dreams. This last meeting was spent on what Christians call "the second coming of Jesus Christ" when there will be a resurrection of all who have been on the Earth beginning with the righteous in a few stages. The last resurrection will be of the 'wicked' souls that will be cast out with the evil followers of Lucifer. I have seen zombie-like bodies taken over by a singly focused evil consciousness. It is no coincidence that our modern culture is obsessed with the zombie apocalypse idea. I believe it has been a deliberate inspired influence into our minds to be thinking of this idea and drawn to it. I was never particularly interested in the pop culture obsession with the zombie idea, but they are front and center in my dreams over the span of as long as I have been recording. A new one comes intermittently every few dreams. I have seen every type of zombie creature conjured up by human inspiration and even a couple that do not yet have their own show. Zombies that only awaken into their Earthly stolen body at night. Everyone must get indoors before nightfall, but I sharpen my weapons and ready to fight. I am always fighting them. I behead them or stab through the chest.

Not all the zombie types were evil either. One biker I saw while I was escaping the approaching darkness and they were heading into it, I asked what they are. We are transported to his house where I am knocking at his door asking my question to him (instantaneous travel with mere thought). He was receptive. He said when his soul left his body the body began to decay and when he returned to the body it hadn't realized he was back and continued to decay. When the dead are restored in the Resurrection, the Mormon religion teaches they will return to their bodies but they will be renewed. Why his was not I don't know. However, it did exemplify the idea of soul leaving and returning to old decayed body. He was a simple being, rather friendly. Why was he heading into the darkness as though it didn't affect him but it would have devoured me and others still living as original body-spirit partners?

In a few separate dreams when the zombies touch you and overpower your will to resist, they steal your body for their army. The same evil controlling force using the other zombies as chess pawns on the physical plane gain control of the person who succumbed. Every loss is their gain. When we kill zombies we are mercifully releasing the souls of our comrades who were suppressed when their bodies were taken over. We killed out of love, preventing the bodies to be used for evil on the Earth.

Another series of dreams that also happen every handful or so is living like refugees or traveling with my family stopping at campgrounds, sleeping where ever and whenever we need to stop or in temporary camps with other refugees. Along with this sometimes is another series of physical training through a wooden structure measuring obstacles of jumps and heights and falling or leaning foundation beneath me. So many wooden obstacle structures. Do they represent the physical world? The world of such base fallible material is failing. This last dream's structure was the most difficult. It was about to topple over and it felt more like a boat than secured in the ground. It was falling apart as I climbed through it. I had to avoid collapsing platforms. I used to have dreams of being a warehouse hopping between sinking platforms into the water filling the space. It was an obstacle course we took with teammates. Water... always water. Water everywhere! Flooding and torrential rains. We're always trying to escape the rising waters. Even the dream two nights ago I was visiting family friends and the house's beams were breaking. I worried the top floor wouldn't be supported enough anymore and would collapse in. Come to think of it a lot of my early survival dreams depicted run down wooden houses. A previously recorded dream after a disaster people search washed up rubble along the shoreline for pieces of their old lives. I look for gold treasure rather than old possessions, and see a creature in a mangrove swamp. And in two dreams I was in a barn and a wood structure with teammates gathering weapons. In one we were in pairs (like I have seen before in these wood house obstacle dreams) and we are taking our time going through each room while the other teams rush ahead. Its a race, but we feel we are better preparing ourselves by managing the obstacles we get early on in the race and finding quality weapons. Those who rushed ahead to win will get stuck midway and will have to back track. I get it now! Yes the wooden obstacles and mazes are the physical world. There was even one where adults (I am often a child compared to them but still an adult) were clapping and watching on the edges of the play structure while I overpowered my competition in a test of skill and imaginative power. They are our higher dimensional watchers, like the Arcturians. This physical world is a play structure to learn and build our strengths in. Oh so many of these dreams make sense now! It must be so annoying for my programmers to be coming up with so many different ways to show the same base message, trying to use the same symbols in the hope I will put it all together eventually. I think I get it now. Thank you. In one dream I was griefstricken when my playstructure/hometown/physical world was destroyed because I lost my family and friends except my little sister (whom is not any of the little sisters I actually have, and this person is also recurring in my dreams). I ran away from the two adults (higher dimensional caregivers) who were trying to console me and protect us by removing us from the area.

Okay. So the physical world in which we are navigating through is failing. Do we get out of the structure alive before it collapses? I don't know that I made it out of the structure, the dream ended before that part. I see my family as refugees, but they got destroyed in the above dream. I've asked this before, but what happens to my family when the veil falls?

Performing Magic

In the dream dimension, where imagination manifests, concepts and sequences of events are represented metaphorically because it captures a complex arrangement of factors into a summarized form to be viewable by a single mind, with additions of perspective shifts and overlapping, time lapses and memory downloads or empathic channeling. This is how concepts like love, harvest, rain, and such were personified as gods by ancient mythologies. Living metaphors are the programs, like software, in this matrix of the physical experience.

Edgar Cayce, the Sleeping Prophet, who I discovered after discussing my vivid dreaming with my mother-in-law, specialized not in prophecy necessarily, but in accurate interpretation and reception of the messages he received and sensed. He was sensitive and intuitive, while being trusting of the accuracy. Cayce's best quality, I think, which made his readings important, was his faith in the truth of what he witnessed and sensed. Doubt had no lingering place in his work, it was merely a tool, the state preceding an answer. He was in cooperation and conviction with his abilities and dream messengers that made him such a powerful prophet. He has become a role model for me. Although I do not connect on all the same issues or areas that he read in, I must own the themes of my visions. Every possibility imaginable is available to be encoded as the result or reason behind my visions. What I dwell on though, is what will become manifest, and the answer will shine through again and again as the truth and it will be logical and fill me with calm certainty when I land on it.

I have a relationship with the harnessing of magic, in cooperation with advanced astrophysics I can't always comprehend. While writing a letter to a friend, I realized the fact my lessons in water harnessing would actually begin with ice finally began to ring logical (based on my own lifetime). I acknowledge it of course would be the first step, although I do not know exactly why. So now I contemplate how ice magic would work, and in what scenarios. What is a realistic first task? Would walking on water use thin layer steps of ice? Or perhaps that is related more to levitation in that the person's weight is reduced to allow walking across the surface like it is a solid mass, which it would be in different gravity, especially if that lighter gravity could be focused to a step.

Again I wonder how do I move to Alaska for this training as my narrator master explained.What if I find a picture of a quiet place for study in Alaska to use for visualization. It will provide me the material and perception I need to generate this place, or at least give me a starting point. Ah. First shot, love it when that happens. See image here. This one felt right according to the dream inside shot I had. Very simplistic with a central candle for lighting, darkness all around at night and very cold outside. Seemed abandoned or old.

I'm obsessing with ecstacy over free dancing to generate a manifestation of whatever idea I am calling to witness as light. Rain dancing was a form of this. One must be clear though about what kind of spirit they summon.

I suppose all I would need to do is choose one from the many I've met in my dreams. Is calling for exploration, as the gateway to understanding how the spirit world interacts with the physical and meeting face to face in equality an adequate enough reason for a summon? My greatest challenge in clearing up my dreaming is overcoming my doubt rooted in fear of the energies and beings that may have dominion and great power over us. Supposedly we are equals in spirit, but residing in different forms. Usually channels and mystics travel in spirit to the higher realms rather than try to bring them here. I envision, not a dance, a standing mediation, hands over heart, bowed head in prayer to fill my mind, spirit, and body with love and light to bring forth whom must be my twin flame, or guardian, the blonde-haired human male that trained me, whom works in the spirit realm to protect me. It would be opening a rift in space, and I must trust he will shield the opening from any dark spirits getting in or out. A channel meant only for our exchange. More basic, send me a light of beautiful fluxing colors like the portal in the sky. Wow, this is very difficult for me to find the right setup for this to feel pure. My conviction of intent must be honest. I will report how it goes when I can perform it.


I've been experimenting with receiving visions in a relaxed waking state. It is helping me gauge when my will is generating the vision and when it is real empathic channeling. Controlling my anxiety and will, the incessant feeling of guilt when I try to relax and gnawing shame if I don't fulfill even the most trivial motherly/spousal/neighborly/housekeeping obligations. Fear lets itself in anyway it can. Fear I am being irresponsible or lazy or hypocritical when I get after my partner for not helping as much as I or his son want. I'm such a busy body. It is quite a task for me to allow myself to sit still in quiet meditation unless I am in dire need of it. I probably would not be in dire need of it as often though if I did take preventative measures by training myself to be content to just sit. Yet again, I shame myself for not doing something I feel I should. Difficult to let time fly by without a concern when there is so many responsibilities and expectations, namely, the proper care and development of my son. My meditation is in movement, and perhaps actually in dance or song is how I meditate. Actually, that is what my dreams have told me, praise and communicate with spirit through song. Steady beat that will draw the energy until it erupts from my body. I am only content enough to sit still when I have done sufficient enough to reflect upon for the day. There is nothing wrong with that. Song it is. Yes, that is right for me. Haha! That's what that segment was about a couple nights ago. My older sister was wanting to have me sing with her to my old college professors, a nervewracking experience for me. Except we had not rehearsed, she wanted to sing children songs, and her set list was an hour long. I told her they would not want to listen to this kind of music for that long. I would feel embarrassed to sing with her as poorly as she does (speaking as classically trained musicians like my professors would judge). She was so innocently and sweetly asking though, why couldn't I. It would have been a great time to say "Fuck you, this is what we like to sing, this is what uplifts our spirits."

Settled. I will assemble a few choice songs which exemplify my true talent and appeal to the child in me and touch me deep, then sing them special for my blonde-haired spirit partner, whoever he is, whom I always know intimately in my dream state but can never remember when awake.

Songs must be hopeful, uplifting, touching.
What songs: "We Are One" Lion King 2
"Spend My Lifetime Loving You" from Zorro

Stream of Ponderings

Returning to previously mentioned topics of the communication device dropped in my hands by the UFO in a dream; suspicion of the push for gun control to have been staged in lieu of a welcoming interference by the Ashtar forces to establish a field around Earth preventing weapons fire - bringing into question for me the limit to the sacrifices to creating peace; empathy as the nature of my dreaming; and water, according to the Mormon writings of Nephi, represents God's love and what that means for my predisposition to dreaming of water.

Fire and Manifesting the Imagined

An interesting point. Why do I never dream of fire? The Galactic ground crew (see their open forum here) speak about the Sacred Fire and the Violet Flame, a power used originally by the Dragons (an ancient race bred without love, bent on sabotaging the Christ plan, also called 'the Dark hats'), but also used by the lord commander Ashtar of the Federation (described in mythologies).

Giving due credit to Elizabeth Trutwin, she quotes in an email/post (not yet available on her site):  
"I read about the God Agni who was facing the dark Hats in a battle in the forest. It actually said that Agni held up his hands out of which burned a fire and the fire melted all the bad guys and burned so hot it melted the forest down....

"Ashtarʻs Avatar form is the God Agni....

"Ashtar was using a weapon called the Violet Flame....

"The Violet Flame when used through the hand chakras is a kind of martial arts weapon for the Dragons. They cannot sustain that energy. It works kinda like a beam weapon and they have misfirings in the qrs wave and they look like they are having a heart attack."
   
I have seen nuclear and bomb-like explosions in my dreams, but never fire. According to the Galactics, a key collective is the Dolphins who are the Angels. They would be linked with water right? I wonder if I have been prepped to establish an overall trust in my connection with water so I might walk into a dream of fire and not panic about its usual destructive connotation, but trust I can put it out if necessary.

From a Lightworker's post on the galactic free press site linked above, Patricia writes:
"Have you heard about the Violet Flame? This is a frequency of energy, vibration, and consciousness that is flowing into the mental and emotional strata of Earth through the all-encompassing Divine Matrix of our Father-Mother God. This Gift of Sacred Fire is flowing in, through, and around every particle of Life on Earth and it has the amazing ability to transmute into Light the negativity that is being pushed to the surface in our individual lives and in the lives of people who are suffering all over the world."
 
The light I saw erupt from my hands in prayer (see Power post) was my first nudge toward that same flame that Ashtar used. I didn't see it as light though, neither did I see the image of God as fire, but as fluid lines of electricity of brilliant white and yellow light. It undoubtedly had power though because it hurt my abdomen afterward like menstral cramps (in the dream still).

As a side note about one of my primary theories listed on the Theories page of my blog, Patricia also wrote: "The Universal Law is, 'The Call for assistance must come from the realm where the assistance is needed.'"

This holds true in my personal experiments. 

She continues, "Fortunately, in order to benefit from the Violet Flame you do not have to fully comprehend or even accept that the Violet Flame is real. All you have to do is think of it as a possibility, then ask your I AM Presence to utilize the 5th-Dimensional Solar Violet Flame of God’s Infinite Perfection to transmute everything that is causing pain and suffering in your life, in the lives of Humanity, or in the experience of any other facet of Life on Earth. The Violet Flame is scientific to the letter, and it will respond instantly to the invocation of every person’s I AM Presence."

and

"It will also pave the way for the tangible manifestation of the patterns of perfection..."

Without realizing it, I have been seeking the same things as they have; the goal in part being tangible manifestation of our higher dimensional abilities. 

Power

Night of March 5/6th 2013

Dream: Two main scenes showing me first with my son then with my partner, Jim, in a joyful state of interacting with them. Scene is shades of gray, near void of real color, but my feeling of peace and love is unaffected. A brilliant light sparks between us as a beautiful manifestation of divine approval and power from our joy being together. With my son we were laughing and snuggling and I involved myself appreciatively in his play, and with my partner we engaged intimately, naked we wrapped around one another. I said to him I wanted to show him something amazing. Immediately I brought my hands to prayer, still in his embrace, and an arc of sparking light like how 'God' appeared bursted from my abdomen in a different dream experience (one of my most profound). It was nothing short of magic that released into the gray, dim world through our love and prayer. Gives a truer meaning to the phrase 'making love' than we've ever understood. It was beautiful and I wondered if it meant I could harness water, if it was a power to make miracles happen. Jim pulled away to see it more and pulled my soul out as he moved. My perspective remained in my body though, petrified, seeing a glowing outline of myself pulled out and with him. "Whoops." He said and somehow let go for it to return.

Old Celtic and Mayan Components

(Originally Published 2/20/13)

Mayan creation myth in the Popul Vuh says the Heart of Sky god made man from clay at first, but he would not multiply and crumbled, so next he made them of wood. In Auvergne around a spring was discovered more than 5000 wood figures of the old Celtics, another 200 in the River Seine, others in Lake Geneva, the British Isles. Some are just heads, some are bodies depicting the organs, other are heads on top of one another like a totem pole without details. Ritual shafts are prevalent throughout old Celtic territories which held various objects, including wooden figures, buried down in sections. Source is "The Druids" by Stuart Piggott.

There was a plate found in one of these shafts depicting a figure drowning a victim in a tub as sacrifice to a Gaulish god. Prisoners of war are sacrificed by cutting their throat over a cauldron (pg 77-8).

My abduction dream featured the tall blonde woman with a hooked nose and warts. Sound familiar? She perhaps called her ship to pick me up where I was addressed by a frog-like being behind a cloudy panel (see Abduction post). Were they descendents from the classic pagan witch and frog familiar? There is definitely some interesting correlations I am discovering from that experience. And was the second alien with the floppy nose like Watto from Star Wars who cut out my throat, was he a descendent from one of the gods depicted as well?

From the mythological text on Maya I noted last post, there is an image laying out a slew of different gods. Two of them I was drawn to, one is a tall female god with a crooked nose and long chin and was suggested to be a fertility goddess because she is often depicted with many male figures around her, another was simply what the authors referred to as a 'frog god' because of his long fingers with bulbous tips like a frog. The female goddess I saw in my dream who shapeshifted from a large bird to a woman explained that she handles private matters for her clients work which I classified as being that of an escort. These were members of the same races as those two gods depicted on that list of gods! (An Illustrated Dictionary of the Gods and Symbols of Ancient Mexico and the Maya, by Miller and Taube).

The magic, the knowledge of raised earth focusing energy, of bismuth or phosphate in clay-mud being able to regulate field of the body, ideas of immortal soul, Isis; am I being contacted by the descendents of humanity's ancient ancestors? In particular as of late, there are elements of Ancient Maya, Egyptian, and Celtic. Perhaps I am their responsibility. My blood is English, Native American, and Polish (to name the main ones). There are many symbols of Egyptian mythology found in Mayan and Celtic mythologies. The Ankh for instance is seen in many ancient cultures.

I also repeatedly see a blonde male who I have a strong attraction to. I have wondered if he is my Twin Flame, as the Galactics suggest. We depend on each other back and forth. Once he was running from two beings after a mission. I knew he needed help but he didn't want to endanger me, and so kept me in the dark about what was happening to him. In another dream a blonde male is training me to defend against an invading tarantula army. I was on a mission with him in another one, and he looks remarkably familiar in the dreams, then I forget who he is or what his name was when I wake. I have spent so much time at night trying to remember his name, which was so clear to me before in the dream state. He is not a depiction of my ideal. Feature wise he was the opposite of what I always imagined, which threw me off. This can't be the dark haired imaginary friend I have known my whole life. I haven't seen him in a couple weeks, I don't think. Wonder what he's been doing.

He does however support my connection to that other blonde haired shapeshifting woman though. I like the idea of figuring out from which race(s) I originate from. Perhaps there are clues as to why I experience some of the strange things I do. Different humans have different natural abilities and inclinations. Is there a genetic component that refers back to which alien races' DNA we have most of? Might also explain why I have had dreams set in Arthurian times.

Now what about water. This might seem radical to an outside viewer, and rationally from an academic point of view it does to me as well, but I am beginning to suspect I have a deeper connection to water than just a 'like' of it. I may be a water goddess! Well, okay. I mean that my dreams may be telling me I have an intuitive and commanding relationship with water. Not that I am part frog or anything, but there is grander picture here including that woman and that frog alien, and all the water dreams. Is it possible to unknowingly be part of a cult? Why is it my sister Laura dreams about dry, desert places and teachers with turbans, and underground labyrinths. Are she and I not derived from the same ancestral species? Why have I never dreamed of Middle Eastern countries? There have been desert settings, but from California and New Mexico (and one I haven't placed) and islands, not overseas continents.

What about the reptiles though, or the tiger? What does my empathy with them mean? We might just be a hodge-podge of DNA from all different types of aliens by now.