I always feel the need to reiterate that for every dream or experience I post about, there are at least (nowadays) five others I do not. So only when the dream stands out and bothers my waking experience do I transcribe it to get it out of my head and into the world. Typically that is when it lingers in my mind with nudging urgency as if to say, "I should be told." Most of my dreams nowadays center on my efforts to begin a polyamorous lifestyle, showing me perspectives from those parties and families involved, and sorting out my concerns with new ideas and approaches. When a topic is able to rip through all that interference, it must be significant.
In this daytime dream from March 26th, 2014, catching a few zz's while my son slept, I dreamed I walked into the lair of a particular group of evil. It's a large space with low ceilings, previously a warehouse floor. It's white, everything is white, but the brightness is variable between inner spaces. One standing group will have a shadowy brightness, while another just a few feet to their right in the center of the room is lit with natural lighting.
I walk into this surprisingly white building with my dog on leash. Cartoonish white ice cream trucks are facing away from me, side by side against the back wall in anticipation of something to happen. Some scheme they had been planning for a long time was finally going to be hatched and they wanted front seats for the show. Their butts practically stuck up in the air above them with how intensely they watched crammed together at what looked to be me to be a solid wall. I couldn't figure out what they were looking at. The wall must have been transparent to them. My sense was they were watching unsuspecting humans going about their physical lives until they suddenly fell ill. I saw faceless people walking casually, and suddenly hold their stomachs and collapse to the ground. Some died, some were seriously ill. The animated trucks were peering into the physical world. They belonged to some fast food corporation.
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Dec 29, 2013
Alternate Realities
Having dreams featuring people in my life are fairly common, as they are for any dreamer. But then having a subsequent dream with a similar message the following night without people from my life really feels like its rephrasing the message for emphasis so I'll pay attention. Otherwise, I wasn't going to report the dream two nights ago. I meditated about another few pressing topics, and yet my dreaming had other plans. Occurrences like these really suggest to me that I'm in conversation with some other force not confined to my consciousness. When I try to prompt a dream before bed, interfacing with the invisible presence I believe to be my personal link (depicted in essence as my investigative partner in other dreams who exists omnipresently, capable of seeing the intricacies of happenings and motivations interconnected around me at once from a 'higher' vantage point) is the easiest way to sort out details and land on the right question to ask that accurately represents what I want to know. You see, the challenge of call-response dreaming is projecting the right desire to know something. It seems if I ask something not entirely accurate to what I need to know, the response will seem confusing or off-topic. In some of these instances where the dream didn't seem to relate to the topics of consideration I tried to prompt that night with, I have to assume its either because some other signal was stronger, or it is in answer to the question but as background prerequisite ideas before I can understand the true answer to my question. I have learned to accept that some truths are difficult to swallow, comprehend with our limited range of perception and experience, and even dangerous. We're still fishing around in the dark, trying to shine light to reveal the truth. Humans seek truth in a variety of ways. I'm particularly curious as to what extent dreaming is an outlet for unveiling truths. What is available in dreaming? Presumably anything, but there are barriers to overcome, obstacles both from internal sources and from other consciousnesses. And the dream scape is still a reflection of the physical realm. So information readily available to public knowledge is easy for me to channel, information protected by a small group is more difficult, but I might be able to see that a small group is hiding the information I seek or is manipulating the knowledge I seek. Most of the time though, I'm in my own way to learning things I wish to know. I have to put forth a deliberate effort in real life for that energy of investigation to code into the dreamscape.
I don't know what prompted this first dream of the two about alternate realities. Maybe it will be revealed to me as I write it out (often what happens: the truth is in the details somehow, or by immersing in the scene where the coding lay).
I don't know what prompted this first dream of the two about alternate realities. Maybe it will be revealed to me as I write it out (often what happens: the truth is in the details somehow, or by immersing in the scene where the coding lay).
Nov 30, 2013
Mechanized Youth
I'm telling you right now I have no idea what this next dream meant. Understand I dream every night, most are vivid enough for me to remember, only a few get recorded because some of them end up being so complicated with details I can't figure out how to even record it in words and sentences. Honestly, some of time its just so exhausting to spend time to record each one that I think on it instead throughout the days and hope it will become clearer. I see those more strange ones as being signals I'm not tuned to filtering yet. Like a station I just upgraded my equipment to receiving and its still coming through garbled. I haven't figured out how to clear up the signal. The themes and images will repeat themselves down the road when my antennae is more sensitive and tuned to reading those signals.
Dream Nov. 29/30th 2013
[Note: My son is named Link, and I have recently been playing Zelda Skyward Sword. We bought it a couple years ago and haven't dedicated the time to playing, my partner working 50-60 hr weeks, dealing with our toddler, house maintenance and chores, and writing occupy our time.]
(Out of order, an ending sequence) In this end scene I am pushing Link, my son, through a maze in a construction of a labrynth in Zelda. We pick up the last tear of the collection puzzle race, retrieve a new cat familiar [not sure where that element came from], and rush him into a microwave oven where his electronic player panel molded into his back can be registered to mark his completion. The results are printed out and I'm disappointed to learn that we took a 14 day hiatus. Other competitors finished the day of the initial race. We were way late. I explained to him that we wouldn't get any prizes or compensation because we had to pause our in-game play for too long while we tended to other matters. I had the memory download of when we started the game 14 days ago, but I guess I figured the in-game time was paused as well as our presence in the game. It had carried on ticking during that time away. I misunderstood the rules. We had a good shot at winning too if we were able to have carried on from the first day.
What were those other matters?
Scene change: I'm with my family. We've received a letter from our dead grandmother. My dad calls someone at the listed location where she's having her wedding to explain that if this is indeed a wedding invitation then his mom has been forced into the engagement. She met this guy named Ted maybe 8 months ago. I'm skeptical of my dad's intentions. His dad, my grandfather, her husband, died years ago. I never knew him. Could he not believe that she was lonely and finally met someone who made her happy again? I argued with him in defense of my grandmother preparing for exactly what the letter says and that she is happy with him. Even if they don't last, she deserves my dad's support for her to make her own decisions and not assume she's being manipulated or blinded.
"Where's she having the wedding?"
"They're staying at her friend, Joss Whedon's, place for the wedding."
A confusing cross over of scenes erupts in my mind. "Wait, Grandma is friend's with Joss Whedon? I had a strange dream [dream within a dream] recently where I'm at Joss Whedon's place he's renovating, preparing for something. It's a cabin, but with three large connected rooms, and he's laying down fresh tile. How weird, right?"
[My partner informed me while I was telling his this dream today that he has a bizarre tie-in. Joss apparently filmed his next Shakespeare movie at his house. Two ideas I've been trying to work about dreaming are does information transmit between people with close relationship, and can information be easily received when enough collective thought and attention are devoted to it by others, unrelated to the channeler?
This may be building off a similar discovery I had yesterday while watching the first episode of the TV show Leverage. In the opening scene the lead character is sitting at a nice bar. I leap out of my seat in surprise and say "I know that bar, I've been looking for that bar! Where is that?" Leverage was filmed in my home town of Portland. I saw this bar in a particular dream that has lingered on my mind over the months because I was divided into two selves: one bathed in light that enjoyed intimate time with my partner in a beautiful hotel room, the other was under a soul contract to terminate the lighted expression of me. I switched perspective between the two expressions of myself as my dark half carried out a surprise assault on my partner and I as we lay in bed. Read the whole story here.
"Is that a hotel bar?"
"Yeah I think so." Jim said.
"I've seen that place before. But I've never been there. And instead of the fireplace, that was the front entrance, though I knew it was oddly placed." In the dream context compared to the actual location's layout, when I ran from my dark self out of the hotel onto a cliff top viewing platform, I was running into the fireplace. I adventured down the cliff face dodging flash grenades she dropped at me from the hilltop. Perhaps I have been there before, I don't know.]
The final sequence I remember is being with an older woman dressed, like me, in elegant clothing and jewelry. We were queens. Our appearance reflected personal choices as if her own imagination produced the dress and styling she wore, as did my own for me. I appreciated the similar beauty she dressed herself in as my own, though I had figured her personality to hold no gentle compassion that her appearance before me expressed. It was a pleasant reminder of the complexity of the human soul.
There are large floating island-like ships in the sky. Our kingdoms? There is a sense of a drawn out war being the reality of this land, a war we both opposed and thought the wrong way to go about achieving the goal of the kingdom's we represented. We are on ground away from whatever elegance we may be from. We both come from a kind of poverty of spirit and have built our way up to be personalities of respect and representatives of the people.
A small ship drops down to release passengers. The ship is dark gray. Cyborg children are walking off. They were converted into these machinations against their will, because they had no where else to turn, they were picked up and used as soldiers by the machine race that we wage war against. I know if anyone else from my clan had been here to witness their release into the land, they would have killed them. But I couldn't bring myself to feeling they still contained the soul and body of the children our society failed. The machines recruit our outcasts and forgotten. I chase after them, asking them questions desperately to gain insight into the process.
One turns around and speaks with the same voice she had before the process. How much of who they are
really changed? Seems they were only given added programming, not wiped and made into automotons.
On each of them is a different part made of gold instead of the same dark gray material that covers the rest of their body. The gold highlights in my memory. What purpose does the gold play? They each show the gold or touch it favorably, like it was there prize for being converted, their incentive. They got to share in the wealth of the rich, but at a high price.
Finally I ask the most pressing question on my conscience: "Did it hurt?" I say to the girl turning to follow down the path with her comrades.
A voice next to me answers "No. It didn't hurt." I look over into the face of a tiny infant still in its blanket, but fixed and weaved painfully into a pair of thin mechanical legs. The blanket had become fused to its skin as part of him, and his skin had a cold blue tint like death. The sight horrified me. I watched as they walked down the path, wondering where they were going, if they were even given instructions or just released as free agents until they were needed.
(Images were from Star Trek Voyager, the Borg race).
Both scenes showcased youth being pushed to fulfill obstacles and converted with technological alterations. Maybe a metaphor for how we abuse our children by encouraging a desire for material gain and to be above others or to long for the ease of living wealth and high status represents to those struggling to survive and find loving connection. The empty promises or failing promises that become lies. Our wealth, mine and the older woman's, was self-generated. We still related with those on Earth. I want to raise Link to create his own spiritual wealth, the confidence of knowing who he is and what he stands for, not to accumulate empty material gains.
Dream Nov. 29/30th 2013
[Note: My son is named Link, and I have recently been playing Zelda Skyward Sword. We bought it a couple years ago and haven't dedicated the time to playing, my partner working 50-60 hr weeks, dealing with our toddler, house maintenance and chores, and writing occupy our time.]
(Out of order, an ending sequence) In this end scene I am pushing Link, my son, through a maze in a construction of a labrynth in Zelda. We pick up the last tear of the collection puzzle race, retrieve a new cat familiar [not sure where that element came from], and rush him into a microwave oven where his electronic player panel molded into his back can be registered to mark his completion. The results are printed out and I'm disappointed to learn that we took a 14 day hiatus. Other competitors finished the day of the initial race. We were way late. I explained to him that we wouldn't get any prizes or compensation because we had to pause our in-game play for too long while we tended to other matters. I had the memory download of when we started the game 14 days ago, but I guess I figured the in-game time was paused as well as our presence in the game. It had carried on ticking during that time away. I misunderstood the rules. We had a good shot at winning too if we were able to have carried on from the first day.
What were those other matters?
Scene change: I'm with my family. We've received a letter from our dead grandmother. My dad calls someone at the listed location where she's having her wedding to explain that if this is indeed a wedding invitation then his mom has been forced into the engagement. She met this guy named Ted maybe 8 months ago. I'm skeptical of my dad's intentions. His dad, my grandfather, her husband, died years ago. I never knew him. Could he not believe that she was lonely and finally met someone who made her happy again? I argued with him in defense of my grandmother preparing for exactly what the letter says and that she is happy with him. Even if they don't last, she deserves my dad's support for her to make her own decisions and not assume she's being manipulated or blinded.
"Where's she having the wedding?"
"They're staying at her friend, Joss Whedon's, place for the wedding."
A confusing cross over of scenes erupts in my mind. "Wait, Grandma is friend's with Joss Whedon? I had a strange dream [dream within a dream] recently where I'm at Joss Whedon's place he's renovating, preparing for something. It's a cabin, but with three large connected rooms, and he's laying down fresh tile. How weird, right?"
[My partner informed me while I was telling his this dream today that he has a bizarre tie-in. Joss apparently filmed his next Shakespeare movie at his house. Two ideas I've been trying to work about dreaming are does information transmit between people with close relationship, and can information be easily received when enough collective thought and attention are devoted to it by others, unrelated to the channeler?
This may be building off a similar discovery I had yesterday while watching the first episode of the TV show Leverage. In the opening scene the lead character is sitting at a nice bar. I leap out of my seat in surprise and say "I know that bar, I've been looking for that bar! Where is that?" Leverage was filmed in my home town of Portland. I saw this bar in a particular dream that has lingered on my mind over the months because I was divided into two selves: one bathed in light that enjoyed intimate time with my partner in a beautiful hotel room, the other was under a soul contract to terminate the lighted expression of me. I switched perspective between the two expressions of myself as my dark half carried out a surprise assault on my partner and I as we lay in bed. Read the whole story here.
"Is that a hotel bar?"
"Yeah I think so." Jim said.
"I've seen that place before. But I've never been there. And instead of the fireplace, that was the front entrance, though I knew it was oddly placed." In the dream context compared to the actual location's layout, when I ran from my dark self out of the hotel onto a cliff top viewing platform, I was running into the fireplace. I adventured down the cliff face dodging flash grenades she dropped at me from the hilltop. Perhaps I have been there before, I don't know.]
The final sequence I remember is being with an older woman dressed, like me, in elegant clothing and jewelry. We were queens. Our appearance reflected personal choices as if her own imagination produced the dress and styling she wore, as did my own for me. I appreciated the similar beauty she dressed herself in as my own, though I had figured her personality to hold no gentle compassion that her appearance before me expressed. It was a pleasant reminder of the complexity of the human soul.
There are large floating island-like ships in the sky. Our kingdoms? There is a sense of a drawn out war being the reality of this land, a war we both opposed and thought the wrong way to go about achieving the goal of the kingdom's we represented. We are on ground away from whatever elegance we may be from. We both come from a kind of poverty of spirit and have built our way up to be personalities of respect and representatives of the people.
A small ship drops down to release passengers. The ship is dark gray. Cyborg children are walking off. They were converted into these machinations against their will, because they had no where else to turn, they were picked up and used as soldiers by the machine race that we wage war against. I know if anyone else from my clan had been here to witness their release into the land, they would have killed them. But I couldn't bring myself to feeling they still contained the soul and body of the children our society failed. The machines recruit our outcasts and forgotten. I chase after them, asking them questions desperately to gain insight into the process.One turns around and speaks with the same voice she had before the process. How much of who they are
really changed? Seems they were only given added programming, not wiped and made into automotons.
On each of them is a different part made of gold instead of the same dark gray material that covers the rest of their body. The gold highlights in my memory. What purpose does the gold play? They each show the gold or touch it favorably, like it was there prize for being converted, their incentive. They got to share in the wealth of the rich, but at a high price.
Finally I ask the most pressing question on my conscience: "Did it hurt?" I say to the girl turning to follow down the path with her comrades.
(Images were from Star Trek Voyager, the Borg race).
Both scenes showcased youth being pushed to fulfill obstacles and converted with technological alterations. Maybe a metaphor for how we abuse our children by encouraging a desire for material gain and to be above others or to long for the ease of living wealth and high status represents to those struggling to survive and find loving connection. The empty promises or failing promises that become lies. Our wealth, mine and the older woman's, was self-generated. We still related with those on Earth. I want to raise Link to create his own spiritual wealth, the confidence of knowing who he is and what he stands for, not to accumulate empty material gains.
Oct 22, 2013
A Mother's Plea
I know that abductees recall their experiences as far back as toddler-hood. My son is two and a half years old and has been waking up crying and calling for me, hurriedly running into my room or too terrified to move out of his bed, saying in the few words that he has "Scared. Dinosaur. Scared." I had thought, he must be having dreams about dinosaurs. I asked him one morning about it "Did you have a dream about a dinosaur last night?" His smile changed to seriousness and he nodded in confirmation "Dinosaur.." babbling and gesturing to his room about being scared and seeing a dinosaur. Now I have never shown him real depictions or dinosaurs. We read books from the library sometimes featuring cartoonish and silly dinosaur characters. How he could have made a connection on his own that dinosaurs are scary leaves me with a terrifying reality, one in which might be more than just a dream. On another occasion, when my partner was watching him, my son woke up upset. My partner went in and my son simply handed him the new little dinosaur stuffed toy (purple and blue, very cute and nonthreatening) his grandmother gave him two weeks ago. Then he laid back down and fell asleep again. Somehow, putting the dinosaur in Daddy's care, away from him and where he slept, was (I can't stop crying as type this).. As his protector, and given my absolute love for him, I have been resisting the idea that he might be experiencing encounters that I cannot prevent or save him from. All I can think to do is activate my own guides to fight for him and tell him that no matter what anyone or anything says, that Mommy loves you, on the off-chance that these dinosaurs would try to manipulate him away from me. I won't let them take away the foundation I have worked so hard to provide of love and support. It's important to me, given my own history of childhood abuses, that he feels protected, that he has someone present in his life to rely on while he is young.
Jul 7, 2013
Decisions in Covert Ops
Am I a member of a secret program? Why on Earth would I dream of this, and how could I have put together the content into such an elaborate story as a dream experience? Operations so covert, not even the operatives remember or recognize the mission as having been real.
Night of July 6/7th 2013 -
This dream is retold exactly how my thought processes were in sync to the dream experience. In other words, all the non-dialogue information is real-time observation and thought during the dream.
Night of July 6/7th 2013 -
This dream is retold exactly how my thought processes were in sync to the dream experience. In other words, all the non-dialogue information is real-time observation and thought during the dream.
Jun 2, 2013
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.
May 23, 2013
Continuum - Clarification on the State of Power
Summary: Small group hoarding information and technology to rule over public, keeping them in peaceful poverty, while imprisoning inquisitive minds manipulated to serve their further hoarding of scientific knowledge; dream as clarification about the twisted plot of show Continuum from reality.
May 20, 2013
Call and Response
Summary: Dream answers two clearly stated questions and adds the next step of training on a deeper one I always ask; Medical dreaming works only with request from person in question; wrestling with my polyamorous nature; being misunderstood while fighting for greater mission; bringing two sides together in harmony rather than ignoring one and leaving their sounds to overlap in cacophony (polyamory); rainbow pixels implant in crowd to generate holographic interfacing capability; crowd is granted the fan desired version of Lost' series finale (mysteries revealed and connections linked up).
May 17, 2013
Blood Survival
Summary: Dream as vampire in underground basement of building sworn not to feed on humans; zombie outbreak in floors above, depleting food supply; desperation of hunger and fear of zombies; escape out of invested building to walk empty streets of town by the ocean; kids appear playing and I am relieved to find I am a survivor in a relative paradise; red mark phenomenon connection.
May 6, 2013
Relative Success
Summary: Results of the communication experiment; roleplay vision with angel/alien guide; coincidental meeting with local angel medium and our conversation; the next phase in establishing communication.
May 1, 2013
Communication Experiment
As directed by a dream in response to how I might contact the intelligent forces that govern the context of my dreams, I looked into the use of tones generated by metallic ringing. At a local Hubbard's store I tested (rather unmethodically) brass, steel, something called music wire, and zinc smooth solid rods to determine if any of them indeed made the steady tone in the air like in my dream. I used two of the same material of each and rubbed one on the other in a circular motion.
Apr 22, 2013
Quicknotes
Previous dreams last month quicknotes for future reference. These all occurred in April 2013, but not necessarily in the order in which they are listed here.
Dream 1) My oldest sister Angela depicted as an innocent, young, naive girl. Once wanting to sing with me familiar songs from our childhood in front of my scrutinizing college voice professors for an hour. I denied her saying they don't want to hear us sing that long, especially when we haven't rehearsed and hers and my voice are very different in quality and training (sounds full of myself, but honest). She felt hurt like a child who didn't understand why her older sister (role reversal) wouldn't sing with her.
Dream 1) My oldest sister Angela depicted as an innocent, young, naive girl. Once wanting to sing with me familiar songs from our childhood in front of my scrutinizing college voice professors for an hour. I denied her saying they don't want to hear us sing that long, especially when we haven't rehearsed and hers and my voice are very different in quality and training (sounds full of myself, but honest). She felt hurt like a child who didn't understand why her older sister (role reversal) wouldn't sing with her.
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?
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?
Mar 29, 2013
Ready, Aim, Imagine
Summary: Effect of the zero point energy field on guns; how belief governs whether outside force has affect and how this relates to being shot at or shooting another in the higher dimension where dream experience resides; reference about an underground movement; questions about the nature of the soul.
Night of March 26/27th 2013
Mar 8, 2013
The Sides of the Coin
As disclaimer, please remember I am exploring possibilities based on the evidences I research and find in my dreams. Discussed with my Mormon friend about my dreams. In summary, these are the series of theories I am trying to expand and conclude upon:
Two sides with opposing ideas how to carry out their supreme leader's plan. Forceful, corrupt power wants to prove humans should be controlled and pushed into submitting to the plan, whereas the patient, mild power wants humans to figure it out with free choice and arrive willing at the plan in time.
The dark (to put a single recognizable adjective to them) ones were not granted bodies in the physical realm humans occupy. They may take over a body rightfully given to a human soul, they may influence the physical realm. They viciously seek the experience of the physical realm.
If there are other extraterrestrial species on other worlds in a physical dimension like ours (not ascended), it may not be possible to travel interstellarly without awareness of the greater abilities we possess having ascended to the next dimension of consciousness. This would seem purposeful.
The god, humanity's creator, is our creator and father and link to the rest of the universe, but he may not be the only one. He is definitely the one most important to us because we were his project, but may be others like him who created their own species in their own images, some of which may have already ascended and are the ET's reported about in alien circles. We may be progressively behind schedule compared to our galactic neighbors.
There is power to be harnessed and supported by faith and imagination and joy and love and humility. These words all describe a single state of existence that is ascension along the line of light. I've seen this power and light in my dreams. I've seen the effect of this power in my real life. I am exploring harnessing this power. There is a key to be found in imagination. In writing my book on imaginary companions I am uncovering that key more and more.
In this search I am coming to acknowledge I have a natural connection to water. I wonder if through this power I can harness water, like rain dancing was. This has raised the question for me which has been misunderstood what does the bible mean by 'witchcraft.' I want to understand what constitutes evil works and why, because there is a magic that is revealed to me that is beautiful and pure that represents love, joy, light, faith all in its wholeness. It is created as a result of these things working in unison as an overwhelming peace and excitement. In proving the ideas presented in the bible to be a legitimate source of higher wisdom and knowledge, I need to know this contradiction between what I am shown and what is being described in the text. The work of the dark force is to manipulate concepts found in the light, notably sex. I suspect magic is on that list as well. Like anything, there are two sides to the coin, and magic is just the coin, the subject of which there is a dark and light side to use it for. To use high fantasy examples, there are white wizards and dark wizards. White is typically using healing and protective magics, whereas dark wizards are using elements for harm. But is this still overly simplifying the categories. Can elements (water, in my case) not be a force of healing and protection? How would angels classify/understand harnessing magic?
Courtesy Wikipedia on "Witchcraft" "The concept of a magic-worker influencing another person's body or property against their will was clearly present in many cultures, as traditions in both folk magic and religious magic have the purpose of countering malicious magic or identifying malicious magic users."
and
"Witchcraft of a more benign and socially acceptable sort may then be employed to turn the malevolence aside, or identify the supposed evil-doer so that punishment may be carried out. The folk magic used to identify or protect against malicious magic users is often indistinguishable from that used by the witches themselves."
Like so many things, we have come to identify something primarily by its negative possibilities rather than as a neutral thing with both malevolent and benevolent sides that is dictated by the user. Likely it was misused and so the better option was to restrict its use altogether (a few ruin it for the rest). Even still though, firm religious people would purport magic, regardless of its intent, is wrong.
The teacher's assistant in that old dream about Isis and magic was right though, people don't take magic students seriously and shun them. I understand why. Ignorance, presumptuousness, previous and current abuse of power.
I sense storms, I dream of lakes and oceans and streams and floods and rain and snow. I do not dream of fire or lightning or scorching desert. Water, I dream of water, I resonate with water, I believe there are unknown properties of water we have not fully understood (transmission of information for example).
Okay, so is it possible to harness this magic on a whim (with good intention when it is needed to effect immediate change)? For now the power does not manifest the . It takes time and contemplation. My dreams are one aspect of my power, helping me to visualize and receive information. How do I effect large-scale change? How can I show others this magic as available to all of us in a clear and present way? How can I manifest the strings of light I saw flow out of my praying hands (dream post upcoming)? Essentially, how can I perform miracles for others to witness to speed up the process of their faith? What discipline must I understand for this to happen? Can we attain our godhood still in this mortal realm? If this is not the way it must happen, tell me. Otherwise, this is where I am reaching toward, to help humanity unlock our potential by example and teacher. Will I feel it flow out of my hands?
My dream showed me the effect of the observer will make it difficult for me to return to the state of mind to manifest the light. I acknowledge my own pride in this matter. But being driven by the promise to help others achieve the same, that we are equal, that life would be better for us all unlocking this potential is the real reward, will hold me along the path of humbleness (along with the millions of spirits watching me closely).
Like the yin and yang, could both sides be essential, the reason for the universe like it is itself a giant math problem trying to work itself out on an astronomical scale.
On a side note, do people know when they are white knights with the federation? Is it a role they know from the beginning of this life or are they awakened to it? Did Jesus and Buddha know who they were, why they were there from the beginning?
Two sides with opposing ideas how to carry out their supreme leader's plan. Forceful, corrupt power wants to prove humans should be controlled and pushed into submitting to the plan, whereas the patient, mild power wants humans to figure it out with free choice and arrive willing at the plan in time.
The dark (to put a single recognizable adjective to them) ones were not granted bodies in the physical realm humans occupy. They may take over a body rightfully given to a human soul, they may influence the physical realm. They viciously seek the experience of the physical realm.
If there are other extraterrestrial species on other worlds in a physical dimension like ours (not ascended), it may not be possible to travel interstellarly without awareness of the greater abilities we possess having ascended to the next dimension of consciousness. This would seem purposeful.
The god, humanity's creator, is our creator and father and link to the rest of the universe, but he may not be the only one. He is definitely the one most important to us because we were his project, but may be others like him who created their own species in their own images, some of which may have already ascended and are the ET's reported about in alien circles. We may be progressively behind schedule compared to our galactic neighbors.
There is power to be harnessed and supported by faith and imagination and joy and love and humility. These words all describe a single state of existence that is ascension along the line of light. I've seen this power and light in my dreams. I've seen the effect of this power in my real life. I am exploring harnessing this power. There is a key to be found in imagination. In writing my book on imaginary companions I am uncovering that key more and more.
In this search I am coming to acknowledge I have a natural connection to water. I wonder if through this power I can harness water, like rain dancing was. This has raised the question for me which has been misunderstood what does the bible mean by 'witchcraft.' I want to understand what constitutes evil works and why, because there is a magic that is revealed to me that is beautiful and pure that represents love, joy, light, faith all in its wholeness. It is created as a result of these things working in unison as an overwhelming peace and excitement. In proving the ideas presented in the bible to be a legitimate source of higher wisdom and knowledge, I need to know this contradiction between what I am shown and what is being described in the text. The work of the dark force is to manipulate concepts found in the light, notably sex. I suspect magic is on that list as well. Like anything, there are two sides to the coin, and magic is just the coin, the subject of which there is a dark and light side to use it for. To use high fantasy examples, there are white wizards and dark wizards. White is typically using healing and protective magics, whereas dark wizards are using elements for harm. But is this still overly simplifying the categories. Can elements (water, in my case) not be a force of healing and protection? How would angels classify/understand harnessing magic?
Courtesy Wikipedia on "Witchcraft" "The concept of a magic-worker influencing another person's body or property against their will was clearly present in many cultures, as traditions in both folk magic and religious magic have the purpose of countering malicious magic or identifying malicious magic users."
and
"Witchcraft of a more benign and socially acceptable sort may then be employed to turn the malevolence aside, or identify the supposed evil-doer so that punishment may be carried out. The folk magic used to identify or protect against malicious magic users is often indistinguishable from that used by the witches themselves."
Like so many things, we have come to identify something primarily by its negative possibilities rather than as a neutral thing with both malevolent and benevolent sides that is dictated by the user. Likely it was misused and so the better option was to restrict its use altogether (a few ruin it for the rest). Even still though, firm religious people would purport magic, regardless of its intent, is wrong.
The teacher's assistant in that old dream about Isis and magic was right though, people don't take magic students seriously and shun them. I understand why. Ignorance, presumptuousness, previous and current abuse of power.
I sense storms, I dream of lakes and oceans and streams and floods and rain and snow. I do not dream of fire or lightning or scorching desert. Water, I dream of water, I resonate with water, I believe there are unknown properties of water we have not fully understood (transmission of information for example).
Okay, so is it possible to harness this magic on a whim (with good intention when it is needed to effect immediate change)? For now the power does not manifest the . It takes time and contemplation. My dreams are one aspect of my power, helping me to visualize and receive information. How do I effect large-scale change? How can I show others this magic as available to all of us in a clear and present way? How can I manifest the strings of light I saw flow out of my praying hands (dream post upcoming)? Essentially, how can I perform miracles for others to witness to speed up the process of their faith? What discipline must I understand for this to happen? Can we attain our godhood still in this mortal realm? If this is not the way it must happen, tell me. Otherwise, this is where I am reaching toward, to help humanity unlock our potential by example and teacher. Will I feel it flow out of my hands?
My dream showed me the effect of the observer will make it difficult for me to return to the state of mind to manifest the light. I acknowledge my own pride in this matter. But being driven by the promise to help others achieve the same, that we are equal, that life would be better for us all unlocking this potential is the real reward, will hold me along the path of humbleness (along with the millions of spirits watching me closely).
Like the yin and yang, could both sides be essential, the reason for the universe like it is itself a giant math problem trying to work itself out on an astronomical scale.
On a side note, do people know when they are white knights with the federation? Is it a role they know from the beginning of this life or are they awakened to it? Did Jesus and Buddha know who they were, why they were there from the beginning?
Feb 19, 2013
Zombies and Souls
The night of Feb. 17th/18th I experienced another zombie dream, which I haven't had for some weeks. But for now I wish to discuss my findings from library research and to record my thoughts on connections I'm exploring before I carry on to other non-related research for my book.
In Haitian culture, at least up to the 1980's, zombis were thick in local lore. My research is from a book "The Serpent and the Rainbow" by Wade Davis. Through magic, a targeted person's soul would be pulled from its body to hover (still tethered) around the body until which time it could be captured, or returned to the body. In many early cases, victims were pronounced dead and buried alive or kidnapped by mysterious secret groups in the night and the victim would later be found wandering aimlessly days later (reminisces of a classic alien abduction). The catatonic state Davis reported was biochemically produced by a tetrodotoxin which simulates the appearance of death. People were terrified not about being harmed by a zombi, but about becoming one and being buried alive. The zombi, then, by vodoun practice is a body without an intact soul. In common ritual of vodoun practitioners, spirits are welcomed in to temporarily occupy the body of the participant who is inducing a trance state through exhaustive dance with the help of drumming and singing by others. But that is voluntary. Being forcibly pushed out of one's body by a curse (contact with poison powder) eliminates the element of control the person has over what happens to their soul or body. An empty body may be, in rare cases, occupied by a wandering or summoned (not sure which) malevolent spirit who could wreak havoc with a vessel.
This is what I see. I do not see decaying flesh zombies rising from true death, they are vicious, evil spirits incarnate . People who were lost in the dream were not torn apart for a hunger to eat the flesh, but to occupy it. I got the sense they were turned, and it was important they didn't touch you.
Would we not always be vulnerable to these spirits when we sleep? Are we fighting off these spirits as souls while our body rests in the dream state? We fight for to protect our rightful claim to our bodies from these invading spirits? Do they ever win in taking over our bodies while we are asleep? What do they want to do in the physical realm with our bodies? Why are comatose patients with nothing wrong with their bodies (which would make the body unfit to carry a soul) not constantly taken over by these spirits? Are they only trying to occupy certain people? People of power and ability, bodies with advantageous skills. The truth then, comparing notes from my abduction and zombie dreams, is that our souls can be summoned, stolen, manipulated in the dream realm, and can be forcibly evacuated from the body if it suits someone's interests.
The two stories of the people who were cursed by the poison and abducted, whom Davis spoke about in his book, were outcasts and bothersome to others. It was suggested they were being judged before secret councils as the reason for their kidnappings. These societies, one of which is known as the Grey Pigs (for some reason this feels significant to me...) are known to eat flesh, conduct night time rituals to the spirits, their symbol is a coffin, they wear black and red uniforms, are extremely secretive and will punish members who break their code of conduct.
Are these cults run or inspired by the same beings that harvest blood in cattle mutilations? Are they related to the zombi idea? There is certainly an alien race that feeds off of (or absorbs rather) blood. Do they also eat flesh? What would be the purpose nutritionally or symbolically for a species to eat flesh? These are different, they have physical bodies, why would they need to steal a human one to occupy?
Mythology as History of Different ET Species
Symbology of Ancient Maya depicts warrior groups of the Jaguar (or Tigers as is the Mayan word tigre, but the image depicts a Jaguar) and Eagles, who served the Sun God and represent night and day respectively. (An Illustrated Dictionary of the Gods and Symbols of Ancient Mexico and the Maya, by Mary Miller and Karl Taube, pg 183). The Eagle along with the Serpent of course being commonly expressed in mythologies around the world throughout all of history. There is also the Insect and Ant people of Native American lore. Certain alien races seeded different regions of the world, perhaps creating the different races of humans. The different mythologies, say the polytheistic ones, may have been accurate in that that regions gods were the guiding extraterrestrial/extra-dimensional group of beings assigned to them at that time. Many of these groups may have been allied with the same higher organization carrying out their individual missions with the people of Earth. If many of them had animal features, it would stand to reason that many species have been influencing our planet's people. Mythologies tell stories of struggles between the gods for power, engaging in matters much like our own disputes. The difference with the gods though, is they command great powers and mystical objects, and a deep understanding about harnessing natural forces of the universe.
What better way to establish peaceful relations with a new people than by the old custom of combining genetics both as a symbol of unity and literally as a unification. Warring nations would marry their prince and princess to unite their kingdoms. Our alien ancestors however, may have beaten us to the punch by combining their DNA with the primitive species of man already developing on Earth. That way we never had a chance to war over differences because we are by genetics related. Each mythology's and religion's origin story can be true in this sense. And before man, various cultures of different ET species lived for a time on our planet. But was there constant manipulation of different species or one cooperation of species or only one species that created homo sapiens? Many mythologies talk about the raising of the lands up from the water, that this planet was a giant ocean. This rearranging took place by giant creatures, like Tiamat the serpent water goddess for instance who separated the earth and sky.
Were some malevolent spirit beings denied the claim to a body in the physical creation? They are the ones selfishly clawing for a hold in the physical realm, and some have always managed to find a way in. Were the Dragons who programmed emotion and love out of their DNA (according to adepts from the Galactic Federation) manipulated by these vicious spirits and given a way in by occupying these reptilian bodies? Still missing something... These spirits could very well be the followers of Satan identified in the Bible, not the Dragons as I have thought them to be (or perhaps they are one in the same) . So how did the Dragons come to the decision to remove emotion, who are the blood-absorbing race, and are the malevolent spirits ever succeeding in taking over bodies or do they already have command of zombi slaves (soulless bodies controlled remotely from the spirit realm)?
Misc notes: Quetzacoatl is one example of a feathered serpent, suggesting a time when the serpent and eagle races were one and not divided. The name actually translates to emerald plumed serpent and was first depicted with a rattle snake. Not a being.. a personified way of explaining symbolically complex forces?
In Haitian culture, at least up to the 1980's, zombis were thick in local lore. My research is from a book "The Serpent and the Rainbow" by Wade Davis. Through magic, a targeted person's soul would be pulled from its body to hover (still tethered) around the body until which time it could be captured, or returned to the body. In many early cases, victims were pronounced dead and buried alive or kidnapped by mysterious secret groups in the night and the victim would later be found wandering aimlessly days later (reminisces of a classic alien abduction). The catatonic state Davis reported was biochemically produced by a tetrodotoxin which simulates the appearance of death. People were terrified not about being harmed by a zombi, but about becoming one and being buried alive. The zombi, then, by vodoun practice is a body without an intact soul. In common ritual of vodoun practitioners, spirits are welcomed in to temporarily occupy the body of the participant who is inducing a trance state through exhaustive dance with the help of drumming and singing by others. But that is voluntary. Being forcibly pushed out of one's body by a curse (contact with poison powder) eliminates the element of control the person has over what happens to their soul or body. An empty body may be, in rare cases, occupied by a wandering or summoned (not sure which) malevolent spirit who could wreak havoc with a vessel.
This is what I see. I do not see decaying flesh zombies rising from true death, they are vicious, evil spirits incarnate . People who were lost in the dream were not torn apart for a hunger to eat the flesh, but to occupy it. I got the sense they were turned, and it was important they didn't touch you.
Would we not always be vulnerable to these spirits when we sleep? Are we fighting off these spirits as souls while our body rests in the dream state? We fight for to protect our rightful claim to our bodies from these invading spirits? Do they ever win in taking over our bodies while we are asleep? What do they want to do in the physical realm with our bodies? Why are comatose patients with nothing wrong with their bodies (which would make the body unfit to carry a soul) not constantly taken over by these spirits? Are they only trying to occupy certain people? People of power and ability, bodies with advantageous skills. The truth then, comparing notes from my abduction and zombie dreams, is that our souls can be summoned, stolen, manipulated in the dream realm, and can be forcibly evacuated from the body if it suits someone's interests.
The two stories of the people who were cursed by the poison and abducted, whom Davis spoke about in his book, were outcasts and bothersome to others. It was suggested they were being judged before secret councils as the reason for their kidnappings. These societies, one of which is known as the Grey Pigs (for some reason this feels significant to me...) are known to eat flesh, conduct night time rituals to the spirits, their symbol is a coffin, they wear black and red uniforms, are extremely secretive and will punish members who break their code of conduct.
Are these cults run or inspired by the same beings that harvest blood in cattle mutilations? Are they related to the zombi idea? There is certainly an alien race that feeds off of (or absorbs rather) blood. Do they also eat flesh? What would be the purpose nutritionally or symbolically for a species to eat flesh? These are different, they have physical bodies, why would they need to steal a human one to occupy?
Mythology as History of Different ET Species
Symbology of Ancient Maya depicts warrior groups of the Jaguar (or Tigers as is the Mayan word tigre, but the image depicts a Jaguar) and Eagles, who served the Sun God and represent night and day respectively. (An Illustrated Dictionary of the Gods and Symbols of Ancient Mexico and the Maya, by Mary Miller and Karl Taube, pg 183). The Eagle along with the Serpent of course being commonly expressed in mythologies around the world throughout all of history. There is also the Insect and Ant people of Native American lore. Certain alien races seeded different regions of the world, perhaps creating the different races of humans. The different mythologies, say the polytheistic ones, may have been accurate in that that regions gods were the guiding extraterrestrial/extra-dimensional group of beings assigned to them at that time. Many of these groups may have been allied with the same higher organization carrying out their individual missions with the people of Earth. If many of them had animal features, it would stand to reason that many species have been influencing our planet's people. Mythologies tell stories of struggles between the gods for power, engaging in matters much like our own disputes. The difference with the gods though, is they command great powers and mystical objects, and a deep understanding about harnessing natural forces of the universe.
What better way to establish peaceful relations with a new people than by the old custom of combining genetics both as a symbol of unity and literally as a unification. Warring nations would marry their prince and princess to unite their kingdoms. Our alien ancestors however, may have beaten us to the punch by combining their DNA with the primitive species of man already developing on Earth. That way we never had a chance to war over differences because we are by genetics related. Each mythology's and religion's origin story can be true in this sense. And before man, various cultures of different ET species lived for a time on our planet. But was there constant manipulation of different species or one cooperation of species or only one species that created homo sapiens? Many mythologies talk about the raising of the lands up from the water, that this planet was a giant ocean. This rearranging took place by giant creatures, like Tiamat the serpent water goddess for instance who separated the earth and sky.
Were some malevolent spirit beings denied the claim to a body in the physical creation? They are the ones selfishly clawing for a hold in the physical realm, and some have always managed to find a way in. Were the Dragons who programmed emotion and love out of their DNA (according to adepts from the Galactic Federation) manipulated by these vicious spirits and given a way in by occupying these reptilian bodies? Still missing something... These spirits could very well be the followers of Satan identified in the Bible, not the Dragons as I have thought them to be (or perhaps they are one in the same) . So how did the Dragons come to the decision to remove emotion, who are the blood-absorbing race, and are the malevolent spirits ever succeeding in taking over bodies or do they already have command of zombi slaves (soulless bodies controlled remotely from the spirit realm)?
Misc notes: Quetzacoatl is one example of a feathered serpent, suggesting a time when the serpent and eagle races were one and not divided. The name actually translates to emerald plumed serpent and was first depicted with a rattle snake. Not a being.. a personified way of explaining symbolically complex forces?
Feb 10, 2013
Family and Other Influencing Forces
I'm convinced. Some force was testing me. Did not want me to get up to Portland to work on my book. Two-three weeks ago while down with the flu, I decided the answer to my desire to get my career started was to have my family up north watch my son while I worked a regular 6-8 hr day on my book until it is finally done. I would leave of course when I was well enough.
Day before I aim to leave, my car breaks down. Figure after a couple days trying to fix it that I would have to take it into the shop (replace the alternator). Day before I am to take it in, my partner's car breaks down. His is a reliable car, so this felt random enough. We had to get towed after an hour waiting in the cold. A wonderful tow guy gets us home hours later, tows the car to his shop and schedules to have it fixed the following morning, and gives us a discount. Tewdell's towing, thank you! Friendly guy too. So my partner takes my car (running, but not safe for a long travel) to work.
His car is ready the next morning, but I end up ill again with fever from being out in the cold so long (still wasn't recovered fully from the flu). Few more days go by to break recurring fever. Rescheduled my appointment to take my car into the shop, didn't feel right to reschedule again. Pushed myself to take it in with my son on decent behavior. Yay, car's fixed finally! I can go I leave two days later.
Of course, though, the forces hell bent on delaying me decide to again strike. Mid-drive, acceleration goes out. I have no choice but to turn on my flashers and park onto the side of the freeway. I'm 60 miles from my destination. Sun is setting. I'm out $600 already on car repairs this month, so can't afford a $70+ tow (again). I call my father to come tow my ass the rest of the way. I also call my partner, "Believe me yet that something doesn't want me to get up here and finish my book?!" Two and a half hours we wait in the cold of the car. I bundle us up in double layers of clothing. Soon there is nothing more for us to do but sleep and conserve our energy. My little two year old is snuggled between my legs against my chest sucking me for warmth.
[Just permit me to complain at this point.] Another hour and a half for my dad and sister to makeshift a trailer and wench into a towing apparatus. A slow ride the rest of the way, but I was happy to be in a warm vehicle at 9pm.
Not only did I fall ill yet again from being stuck in the cold, but my car needed another fixing. Luckily my dad was a mechanic and was able to fix the engine parts without too much hassle. What a life-saver he is! I found a new appreciation for my family throughout this ordeal. They helped without expectation of payment. Two days braving the cold and bending around with his bad back and aching knees to get me home and get my car working (he's retired, but without the nice retirement package that usually comes with that declaration; they survive on SSI and credit). Despite how frustrated I felt about everything, and caring for a toddler sick, my appreciation for them is renewed. I'm intent on changing my general attitude about them.
I used to focus on how dysfunctional their relationships were within the household, how unmotivated everyone is about finding work or cleaning up the clutter of the house or getting involved with people in the community like joining a club or a finding a hobby. They're very paranoid. They are what they are though, I suppose, and they are definitely there when you need them. They put their energy forward where it really counts. I'm realizing why they are such a recurring theme in my dreams. They would do better in a survival scenario than most. They know the in's and out's of how the system fails its citizens. These are the people who would benefit the most from the Nesara redistribution. Their lives have been a constant struggle to just keep food in the house. Perhaps this sounds egotistical, but maybe their true purpose for the major changes to come will be support. If I am to lead in any capacity, I would certainly benefit from their support. As well, I fantasize being able to provide them relocation to a new house with adequate space for them all. One without mold growing in every corner, breaking boards, poor insulation, central heating and air, someplace worth keeping clean.
They have been excellent with my son. The burden of feeling like the sole caregiver are considerably eased. Having raised five children helps. I have five capable, experienced nanny's here whom are tickled to help.
When my car broke down on my way up, it stopped me facing a rainbow. I found the promise in all the breakdowns, both mechanical, emotional, and physical. I need to improve my relationships with my family in order to ascend. I cooked my dad a lovely, healthy dinner as thank you, and paid him for the gas.
Day before I aim to leave, my car breaks down. Figure after a couple days trying to fix it that I would have to take it into the shop (replace the alternator). Day before I am to take it in, my partner's car breaks down. His is a reliable car, so this felt random enough. We had to get towed after an hour waiting in the cold. A wonderful tow guy gets us home hours later, tows the car to his shop and schedules to have it fixed the following morning, and gives us a discount. Tewdell's towing, thank you! Friendly guy too. So my partner takes my car (running, but not safe for a long travel) to work.
His car is ready the next morning, but I end up ill again with fever from being out in the cold so long (still wasn't recovered fully from the flu). Few more days go by to break recurring fever. Rescheduled my appointment to take my car into the shop, didn't feel right to reschedule again. Pushed myself to take it in with my son on decent behavior. Yay, car's fixed finally! I can go I leave two days later.
Of course, though, the forces hell bent on delaying me decide to again strike. Mid-drive, acceleration goes out. I have no choice but to turn on my flashers and park onto the side of the freeway. I'm 60 miles from my destination. Sun is setting. I'm out $600 already on car repairs this month, so can't afford a $70+ tow (again). I call my father to come tow my ass the rest of the way. I also call my partner, "Believe me yet that something doesn't want me to get up here and finish my book?!" Two and a half hours we wait in the cold of the car. I bundle us up in double layers of clothing. Soon there is nothing more for us to do but sleep and conserve our energy. My little two year old is snuggled between my legs against my chest sucking me for warmth.
[Just permit me to complain at this point.] Another hour and a half for my dad and sister to makeshift a trailer and wench into a towing apparatus. A slow ride the rest of the way, but I was happy to be in a warm vehicle at 9pm.
Not only did I fall ill yet again from being stuck in the cold, but my car needed another fixing. Luckily my dad was a mechanic and was able to fix the engine parts without too much hassle. What a life-saver he is! I found a new appreciation for my family throughout this ordeal. They helped without expectation of payment. Two days braving the cold and bending around with his bad back and aching knees to get me home and get my car working (he's retired, but without the nice retirement package that usually comes with that declaration; they survive on SSI and credit). Despite how frustrated I felt about everything, and caring for a toddler sick, my appreciation for them is renewed. I'm intent on changing my general attitude about them.
I used to focus on how dysfunctional their relationships were within the household, how unmotivated everyone is about finding work or cleaning up the clutter of the house or getting involved with people in the community like joining a club or a finding a hobby. They're very paranoid. They are what they are though, I suppose, and they are definitely there when you need them. They put their energy forward where it really counts. I'm realizing why they are such a recurring theme in my dreams. They would do better in a survival scenario than most. They know the in's and out's of how the system fails its citizens. These are the people who would benefit the most from the Nesara redistribution. Their lives have been a constant struggle to just keep food in the house. Perhaps this sounds egotistical, but maybe their true purpose for the major changes to come will be support. If I am to lead in any capacity, I would certainly benefit from their support. As well, I fantasize being able to provide them relocation to a new house with adequate space for them all. One without mold growing in every corner, breaking boards, poor insulation, central heating and air, someplace worth keeping clean.
They have been excellent with my son. The burden of feeling like the sole caregiver are considerably eased. Having raised five children helps. I have five capable, experienced nanny's here whom are tickled to help.
When my car broke down on my way up, it stopped me facing a rainbow. I found the promise in all the breakdowns, both mechanical, emotional, and physical. I need to improve my relationships with my family in order to ascend. I cooked my dad a lovely, healthy dinner as thank you, and paid him for the gas.
Jan 24, 2013
Spiritual Encounters
Summary: Pressed reconciliation of mother issues; male counterpart of our trio team in training is chosen for assignment over us; indulgent fun instead; encounter with human spirits being transported from Earth and two alien crafts; third craft drops metal cage device in my hands for me to hold onto; differentiating what is spiritually permisable and what is harmful (good and evil).
Jan 18, 2013
Exploring Multiple Dream Theories
These theories are based on the material of dreams I have had and heard from others so far in a wide-scale attempt to understand what our dreams are, why they occur, rather for what purposes they occur.
1) Life is a training ground for spirit agents (potentially us/humans). We are choosing our sides, determining who we are and where we stand on the grander universal spectrum of either service of others or service of self.
2) A way for some body or organization, either with good or selfish intentions, to identify ideal personalities for recruitment, either for activation in dreaming realm, or for eventual recruitment in physical realm. Choices in dreams and/or physical realm would be monitored for assessment of progress, ability, and stance. (Compare to #1)
3) Faith testing and development.
4) Product of leaks in current timeline from alternate timelines that have been reversed and manipulated again and again leaving trace memories in our souls that surface as dreams when significant events in those other realities coincide with the day or events that happened triggering the dream/memory.
5) Communication with other humans - producing the remote viewing or astral projection sense - with animals, aliens, divinity, spirits, dead relatives.
6) Tuning to thought waves, events, energies of past and present of anywhere and anyone in time and space (Compare to #5).
7) Means of implanting ideas into unsuspecting humans. The physical world being the only realm of existence is an illusion (Matrix) and in dreams the unaware soul of that body can be manipulated or influenced by spirit creatures that feed on fear, anxiety, confusion (parasites in this sense), or to help guide the individual toward wisdom, love, confidence - essentially their ascended self.
8) Subconscious self working to bring whole self to an enlightened state where physical, spiritual, psychological dimensions of self work in unity.
9) Some complex combination of all the above. Any particular dream, sequence, or scene is one or another of the available options.
1) Life is a training ground for spirit agents (potentially us/humans). We are choosing our sides, determining who we are and where we stand on the grander universal spectrum of either service of others or service of self.
2) A way for some body or organization, either with good or selfish intentions, to identify ideal personalities for recruitment, either for activation in dreaming realm, or for eventual recruitment in physical realm. Choices in dreams and/or physical realm would be monitored for assessment of progress, ability, and stance. (Compare to #1)
3) Faith testing and development.
4) Product of leaks in current timeline from alternate timelines that have been reversed and manipulated again and again leaving trace memories in our souls that surface as dreams when significant events in those other realities coincide with the day or events that happened triggering the dream/memory.
5) Communication with other humans - producing the remote viewing or astral projection sense - with animals, aliens, divinity, spirits, dead relatives.
6) Tuning to thought waves, events, energies of past and present of anywhere and anyone in time and space (Compare to #5).
7) Means of implanting ideas into unsuspecting humans. The physical world being the only realm of existence is an illusion (Matrix) and in dreams the unaware soul of that body can be manipulated or influenced by spirit creatures that feed on fear, anxiety, confusion (parasites in this sense), or to help guide the individual toward wisdom, love, confidence - essentially their ascended self.
8) Subconscious self working to bring whole self to an enlightened state where physical, spiritual, psychological dimensions of self work in unity.
9) Some complex combination of all the above. Any particular dream, sequence, or scene is one or another of the available options.
Jan 16, 2013
Empathy with a Tiger
I did not receive any image of a flower or rock. I have two options now. I can either assume my questions are not actually being answered by my dreams, despite the evidence to the contrary with the many other times they have been, and I am just seeing answers where no deliberate, other consciousness influencing my dreams exists. OR, I am not asking the right questions, and thus not understanding the dreams surrounding the coming storm in the right context. In other words, there is truth and inaccuracy. We are like children to the spirit beings, I imagine. We complain we are hungry impatiently while our parents are preparing the meal. It does not help the parent to whine, so it does not help for me to ask questions not ready to be answered for me.
Night of Jan. 14th/15th 2013
Dream,: Lying still and sleepily on a raised cushion by a large window that looks out on natural green scenery in a cabin that has elements of being a store or stopping place for visitors as well as being a place to relax. I am hugging a full-grown freaking tiger who is laying on the cushion with me staring out the window very peaceably. I am on my side wrapped against the tiger with an arm and leg over its body. It does not seem bothered by my closeness. It is sharing with me an experience, or through the power of something else, by touch, its experience is transferring to me for view.
While I am with the tiger, another vision overlaps my consciousness. I am merely an observer in this overlapping vision. A narrator speaks over the image. "The faction that splintered from the rest of the group wanted to engage in illicit sex..." A group of alien beings unlike anything I have ever seen before walk along a beautiful ocean shoreline of calm seas and a beautiful day. They are portrayed as undisciplined, rowdy. In appearance, they each looked differently. It was a group of different species or different races of the same species maybe. I just knew they were individuals and unique in their appearances. Skeletal armor-like skin, like an exoskeleton, not skin. Varying shades of blue with pale blue on the outermost ridges of skeleton and dark blue in the crevices. One creature had large shoulders protruding beyond its head. They stood upright. Both land and water capable. Seem athletic (consider alien being in "The Watch" movie). Eyes.. no pupil or white, just solid orbs without color, a greyish emptiness.
They are splashing around teasing one another as they head into the surf. "...and kill, and torment." An invisible cage releases a tiger at their command, the tiger I am hugging while I watch from a separate time and place. They are taunting the tiger. It struggles to keep above water, trying pitifully to find shore but is halted by a couple of them swimming through the water cutting it off by the constant movement, establishing a barrier that forces the tiger to turn back within reach of the others.
My perspective shifts back to my body hugging the tiger because I have built up such helpless empathy I had to verbalize my emotion with a whine. I am still, like I am in a meditative sleep [dream within a dream]. I feel such sadness that this creature I am embracing endured such torture. My perspective returns to the scene on the beach.
One of them has a long, dragon-like tail with sharp scythes at the end, and is slashing it at the tiger's back. They intend to kill it, but toy with it first for amusement. They are doing enough superficial damage it could die from blood loss.
Perspective again reverts back to me with the tiger because again of the release of built up helpless frustration at seeing this happen. The tiger remains silently looking out the window, perhaps unaware that this experience is being shared to me. I am offering my love and compassion to it with a snuggle closer into its fur. I am drawing comfort by being near it because I know I am helping to heal it. But to do so I had to witness the event of its abuse.
Again, back to the beach scene. I am feeling I am going to witness its death, that there is no escaping. Somehow though, perhaps with my thought, it does manage to escape in a random stroke of luck. This is very unclear. Perhaps I was spared the reality of seeing it die? But here it is beside me in the room. I nuzzle it and think "I am so sorry that such an awful thing happened to you. Please take my love. You are such an amazing creature for having survived that."
Two people who are my guides or guardians, dressed in hiking clothes and gear approach the window outside. The male says to his female companion "Didn't you tell her not to get too close to the tiger?" "Yes." She replies back as she catches up to him staring at us through the window. They were worried the tiger would be sensitive and lash out if someone tried to get as close as I was. I snuggled it even deeper privileged the tiger was allowing me to be this close because I was compassionate and willing to share the memory of its abuse.
[I asked a couple weeks ago one night why I dream of lizards, why had I never dreamed of non-domesticated animals? I see random people from my past, including those who are dead, old pets included. Where is my grandmother in all this? Why hadn't I seen her? ]
Next scene: Temporary living with my grandma and aunt as guardians. We are traveling around together. Cabin we are staying at is for people passing through, but people can stay for extended periods of time. The place doesn't belong to us, but it feels like home. Best I can do to describe that feeling. Perhaps it's our time-share home while we are in that area. Nope, doesn't quite explain it.
I am loading the laundry into washer while conversing with my grandma who I sense to be talking about something she has opinions on which I do not agree with. I think she's being narrow-minded in her judgments, but I don't question her, just let her believe I agree with her. Her pushiness on the subject is however distracting me from my chore.
Analysis: People who were abused often fall into the same behavior patterns of their abuser. The use of the tiger was in part to convey the level of control and abuse of power the alien group had that a leading predator on our world today doesn't compare. What if, they were the original perpetrators of the cycle of abuse that continues to plague our world. Orca's toss their meal of seal pups out of the water in grotesque play, as do tigers even. A cat playing with a mouse. Could the tiger have learned to be cruel, bloodthirsty, taunting, predatorial by the original predators of our planet? The world was a pristine and beautiful place of harmony and peace, where even tigers were meek. The Bible says in the second coming the lion will lay down with the lamb and will no longer hunt or need meat to survive, but will eat grasses like the cow. How is this logically possible? What will Jesus do that will create this effect? Will the genes of cruelty and selfish amusement at the expense of another be wiped from our DNA? Is this possible? Are you saying animals were corrupted by this deviant group? Will we someday be able to sit amongst wild animals like I did? What an amazing idea to indulge in.
Did this deviant group originate from the oceans? Do they live in the oceans? Where were they from, how did they slip into evil doings? Are they Satan's followers? Or were these a different group that fell into the same abyss? Where are they now? Is there any animal representation of them on our world, like a kind of crustacean or insect? Do we have an animal that was derived from their DNA? Please be clear when this connection is made so I do not assume any animal in my dream is answer to this question when it really was showing something unrelated.
About the second part of the dream - My grandmother hasn't been a guide in my dreams because we would not agree on the issues I am asking to learn.
Night of Jan. 14th/15th 2013
Dream,: Lying still and sleepily on a raised cushion by a large window that looks out on natural green scenery in a cabin that has elements of being a store or stopping place for visitors as well as being a place to relax. I am hugging a full-grown freaking tiger who is laying on the cushion with me staring out the window very peaceably. I am on my side wrapped against the tiger with an arm and leg over its body. It does not seem bothered by my closeness. It is sharing with me an experience, or through the power of something else, by touch, its experience is transferring to me for view.
While I am with the tiger, another vision overlaps my consciousness. I am merely an observer in this overlapping vision. A narrator speaks over the image. "The faction that splintered from the rest of the group wanted to engage in illicit sex..." A group of alien beings unlike anything I have ever seen before walk along a beautiful ocean shoreline of calm seas and a beautiful day. They are portrayed as undisciplined, rowdy. In appearance, they each looked differently. It was a group of different species or different races of the same species maybe. I just knew they were individuals and unique in their appearances. Skeletal armor-like skin, like an exoskeleton, not skin. Varying shades of blue with pale blue on the outermost ridges of skeleton and dark blue in the crevices. One creature had large shoulders protruding beyond its head. They stood upright. Both land and water capable. Seem athletic (consider alien being in "The Watch" movie). Eyes.. no pupil or white, just solid orbs without color, a greyish emptiness.
They are splashing around teasing one another as they head into the surf. "...and kill, and torment." An invisible cage releases a tiger at their command, the tiger I am hugging while I watch from a separate time and place. They are taunting the tiger. It struggles to keep above water, trying pitifully to find shore but is halted by a couple of them swimming through the water cutting it off by the constant movement, establishing a barrier that forces the tiger to turn back within reach of the others.
My perspective shifts back to my body hugging the tiger because I have built up such helpless empathy I had to verbalize my emotion with a whine. I am still, like I am in a meditative sleep [dream within a dream]. I feel such sadness that this creature I am embracing endured such torture. My perspective returns to the scene on the beach.
One of them has a long, dragon-like tail with sharp scythes at the end, and is slashing it at the tiger's back. They intend to kill it, but toy with it first for amusement. They are doing enough superficial damage it could die from blood loss.
Perspective again reverts back to me with the tiger because again of the release of built up helpless frustration at seeing this happen. The tiger remains silently looking out the window, perhaps unaware that this experience is being shared to me. I am offering my love and compassion to it with a snuggle closer into its fur. I am drawing comfort by being near it because I know I am helping to heal it. But to do so I had to witness the event of its abuse.
Again, back to the beach scene. I am feeling I am going to witness its death, that there is no escaping. Somehow though, perhaps with my thought, it does manage to escape in a random stroke of luck. This is very unclear. Perhaps I was spared the reality of seeing it die? But here it is beside me in the room. I nuzzle it and think "I am so sorry that such an awful thing happened to you. Please take my love. You are such an amazing creature for having survived that."
Two people who are my guides or guardians, dressed in hiking clothes and gear approach the window outside. The male says to his female companion "Didn't you tell her not to get too close to the tiger?" "Yes." She replies back as she catches up to him staring at us through the window. They were worried the tiger would be sensitive and lash out if someone tried to get as close as I was. I snuggled it even deeper privileged the tiger was allowing me to be this close because I was compassionate and willing to share the memory of its abuse.
[I asked a couple weeks ago one night why I dream of lizards, why had I never dreamed of non-domesticated animals? I see random people from my past, including those who are dead, old pets included. Where is my grandmother in all this? Why hadn't I seen her? ]
Next scene: Temporary living with my grandma and aunt as guardians. We are traveling around together. Cabin we are staying at is for people passing through, but people can stay for extended periods of time. The place doesn't belong to us, but it feels like home. Best I can do to describe that feeling. Perhaps it's our time-share home while we are in that area. Nope, doesn't quite explain it.
I am loading the laundry into washer while conversing with my grandma who I sense to be talking about something she has opinions on which I do not agree with. I think she's being narrow-minded in her judgments, but I don't question her, just let her believe I agree with her. Her pushiness on the subject is however distracting me from my chore.
Analysis: People who were abused often fall into the same behavior patterns of their abuser. The use of the tiger was in part to convey the level of control and abuse of power the alien group had that a leading predator on our world today doesn't compare. What if, they were the original perpetrators of the cycle of abuse that continues to plague our world. Orca's toss their meal of seal pups out of the water in grotesque play, as do tigers even. A cat playing with a mouse. Could the tiger have learned to be cruel, bloodthirsty, taunting, predatorial by the original predators of our planet? The world was a pristine and beautiful place of harmony and peace, where even tigers were meek. The Bible says in the second coming the lion will lay down with the lamb and will no longer hunt or need meat to survive, but will eat grasses like the cow. How is this logically possible? What will Jesus do that will create this effect? Will the genes of cruelty and selfish amusement at the expense of another be wiped from our DNA? Is this possible? Are you saying animals were corrupted by this deviant group? Will we someday be able to sit amongst wild animals like I did? What an amazing idea to indulge in.
Did this deviant group originate from the oceans? Do they live in the oceans? Where were they from, how did they slip into evil doings? Are they Satan's followers? Or were these a different group that fell into the same abyss? Where are they now? Is there any animal representation of them on our world, like a kind of crustacean or insect? Do we have an animal that was derived from their DNA? Please be clear when this connection is made so I do not assume any animal in my dream is answer to this question when it really was showing something unrelated.
About the second part of the dream - My grandmother hasn't been a guide in my dreams because we would not agree on the issues I am asking to learn.
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