Welcoming a New Investigative Agent!

Prompted by a string of comments by people with their own Red Grid Marks, I have decided to bring aboard a partner to help me handle the caseload. Previously known as 'Michael' from my first case, Jordon has followed my work and become a valuable asset in dream experiments. Together, we are exploring the capabilities of spirit communication via dream signaling, contact, calling, and downloading (where we receive information about the other person). We've managed to transmit and receive cold calls from each other. Jordon will meditate on wanting to contact me before going to sleep, then check a day or two later if I received anything. I will channel information for him about his personal life, and report my readings.

Jordon came to me originally about the red grid that appeared on his back. He ended up trusting me with a secret that plagued his nights. A malevolent presence would invade his psychological space to rape, abuse, and absorb the energy of him feeling a lack of control. After a thorough background and history, and failed attempts to fight the presence, Jordon found success in unleashing his doubt to the possibility of astral flight. He found himself escaping the control of this being by conquering his fear and learning to levitate of his own accord.


We worked to generate a faith in something safe and loving that could aid him. His personal work was paying off. On one occasion where he again rose himself away from the beings imminent presence, Jordon saw the sky open up above him as if he had opened the map to the universe. A star shined and he believed it was my light standing out (April 20th, 2014 Dream; Interview April 24th).

Now, I have invited him to join me by following up on cases with me as an investigator. This is his coming out to embrace a mission we believe he could play a significant role for approaching changes in.

Welcome to the Team, Jordon!

Dream Experiments to Uncover Truth about Red Grid Mark Phenomenon, Part 2

Call and Response Dream Question posed after Skype interview with Michael and consent for joint dreaming exercise, January 29th, 2014: "Who or what came into my room on the morning of Dec. 2nd 2013, and what purpose was the electric field on my brain used for?"

Dream:  (Story length. Never a simple answer with these.)

I'm part of a small group of college aged men and women with vibrant personalities and energy. We all live in a dorm, school-like community together. We enjoy our time together, playing, teasing, talking, gossiping about crushes within the group. An entire dream sequence is entirely devoted to showing me the dynamic of this group, how they interact and how carefree they are. They are an athletic group, full of life and arrogance, but they love and look out for one another. We were happily engrossed in our social interactions. The men joked with each other and wrestled like boys. The women chatted and nagged the men, hung on one another like girls do.

I heard 2-3 of the men of our group talking emphatically about plans to change some perspective in our society they disagreed with. In excited bursts of dialogue, they devised the basis for their plan, all the while still teasing one another about how they phrased something. The details of the plan were fuzzy to me, but the sense I got was they were hoping to re-educated and be a voice against some part of the status quo.

Then an image appeared superimposed over the scene -- like a forethought or premonition, but as if I've seen it before and the memory was just triggered to resurface -- of the smallest member of their pack lying dead at what was the first casualty in a terrible war. They had no idea what they were getting themselves into. Then I saw the scene expand and all of them, all my men, and a hundred more, our entire student community, lay slaughtered on a battlefield they didn't belong on.

Discovering My Missions

Summary: Three dream sequences interrelated to defining roles I falsely believe will provide me satisfaction, while helping me envision a setup that captures the truer essence of my joy and purpose; how my desire to belong is misunderstood and hinders my ability to carry out my soul missions; highlighting one's strengths in a creative and fun way with a Character Sheet. 

I've needed a way to define what my missions are in life at this time, and what I'm wanting since I've been dreaming a couple nights lately of just the type of setup that would make me rather happy. Those two dreams featured me as a member of a group, led by someone I respect and seek the approval of. We are a community team of maybe five people handling strange jobs, though I don't understand the purpose. I just know I thoroughly enjoyed the tasks and the community was minimalistic. The sheriff at the police station, a good friend of our leader's, entrusted us to locate three missing white llamas that were reported escaped. These were special gifts for an exchange to take place as a sign of good faith with another community. They meant peace for our town. I drove around determined to find them. We searched through the dirt roads and streets overrun with grasses so that only the tire tracks marked the paths. I found one, Martin, and loaded him into the backseat, where he lay down. Another I sensed was being unrightfully claimed by a patron when it wandered into his yard. These llama were valuable, a prize to catch for a lowly farmer. One another was already caught by one of our teammates. I heard (information download style because it was not by radio) that this last one was being claimed and I felt comfortable to negotiate with the farmer with honesty of the situation, trusting he would relinquish claim for the good of his community. I was disappointed these other two were found before me, as I wanted to earn our leader's praise for catching them all. Still, I was satisfied to find the one right off and help negotiate for the third.

Reunited

The following events happen in sequence as I move from one area to another for different reasons. Without bogging my memory down with the order, I will simply lay out every scene and interaction I can recall.

Night of August 12/13 2013

Enclosed colony used as venue for spirit family reunion. Tenants are organized into a women's wing of dormitories and a male's wing. In kitchen spaces with foods brought from home or immediately from the store, some middle aged women are organizing and moving in and out of.

Waiting for Chris, Shantey, and Otus (the adopted family that grew up with mine) to arrive. Excited they could come. I haven't seen Chris and Shantey in so long, and I've long wanted to build a more intimate relationship with Chris. He served a tour of duty overseas and its changed him, made him anxious to settle down and enjoy quality company of someone he loves, which he already has trouble handing out. I've been a preference for him, especially since returning. The years since our childhood have matured us, but not quite far enough it seems to return us to each other. Fate always has seemed to have a plan against us. Whenever one of is available, the other is in a dedicated relationship. I finally claimed more choice in our fate by, at least in my imagination, allowing the possibility of loving two men simultaneously:  my current partner and father of my child, and my childhood sweetheart. We aren't financially ready nor emotionally prepared for this sort of trial and commitment, but it helps me to have it as a solution to the conundrum it's tortured me with for so long.

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.