DREAMS 28 February 2012

February 28, 2012

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(Teo’Na tells me that I was in Telos. He’s also reminding me that this “dream” is continuing, now, in another “place” and “time”… And this is why today has seemed so strange, stressed, and long… I need to learn to disconnect from “dreams” when I come back to this “place”…)

Also, the Ghost Radar iPhone app was running as I was writing about the dream, so words typed like [this] come from GR.

I awaken or arise into the dream as a tall, beautiful woman with dark straight long hair [discover bell]. I’m wearing a long straight skirt of a fairly heavy, rough-woven (but soft) fabric, that’s sort of a dark blood-red-iron-ore-burgundy color. My blouse is a finer fabric, same color but more golden, fairly fitted. Over that I wear a sort of ceremonial apron, again heavy reddish fabric [picture percent] that’s fairly long and simple, and completely covered with simple geometric embroideries that are made up of borders of squares, diamonds and triangles of earthy-crystalline colors.

I have just arrived at a house on what appears to be the Mongolian Steppes… It’s a very arid but cold, deserted and isolated location. There are some grasses and gnarly trees around, but the landscape is mostly sandy, rocky desert, and flat.

There is one crevasse near the house, with caves or tunnels that access Inner Earth. I don’t see it in the dream, but I’m aware of it because it’s the place from which I arose.

I have come to this house to serve others, and I explain this to the residents. The energies radiating from the house have been such that my people and I have recognized both a level of awareness that’s conducive to advancement, and an attitude of self-service that obstructs their progress.

This house is large and rectangular, although not so large as to be palatial. It’s constructed of huge square rough-hewn timbers of dark wood. These timbers could not have come from nearby, because they are so straight and thick. It’s a house of some presence and importance.

Between the timbers, the walls are panels of baked mud or stucco, a golden color, and covered with thick tapestries for warmth in the cold, and for ostentation.

It seems I spend some time in various scenes of dreams at the house that I don’t recall because they were not important. [western carefully] I’m told/understand [visitor] that [drove] this is a scene which happened in the western North America, “Out West”, in a time and place not long after the area became desert. The land had not always been arid. This structure was several hundred years old, and when built, had been located deep within a forest. The energy of its inhabitants preserved it (as well as their magic-work) while the rest of the area around the structure turned to desert [thread chosen Greece]. This was one of the first areas that began to be influenced by the “Orion Group”. They had stripped the area by wrathful means. The residents of this place had managed to hold it fast and protect it.

I had been allowed to enter because they had sensed that I was oriented towards service to others, but their distorted perceptions had caused them to see me as a servant rather than a teacher. I was capable of showing them how to transform their powerful defensive energy into positive, expansive energy, without losing the outer things they valued, but they were skeptical.

So, at the point where I begin to remember what the dream looked like, I’m standing in a large dining room with two women, talking near a large wooden dining table. One of them appears older than me (although in the dream I’m actually several hundred years old, and she’s a beautiful young girl in her late teens or early twenties. The younger girl is still quite malleable yet ambitious, and still has a bit of sweet innocence about her. The older woman is very commanding and possessive… Of her power, knowledge, rank and pride. They are dressed in long robes and slacks, and their attire reminds me of the Fire Nation clothing of the characters from the Last Airbender movie: very dark, formal, restricting and severe.

We walk across the room towards a wooden cabinet that the older woman opens, and she begins to show me many ceremonial items… Incense, oils, small statues, [cookies] offerings… [than] preserved sweets… It’s a sort of shrine cabinet. She takes out a particular small scroll of foil, and explains that it was retrieved from the Orions when they attacked. It was a “power scroll” that offered defense and protection from outside energy.

But for it to work, you had to trace its pattern with your own blood. This tagged the scroll (as a transmitter) to your DNA, and made it impossible for you to disappear or “hide” from those on the other end of [engine] the scroll’s transmission. [courage]

The scrolls had been designed by the Sirians for defensive/protection [tin] purposes for their own people. This is why it’s been used in the shells of “space ships”, but the Orions had pirated the technology and used it to control others (with [signal] fear of being watched or punished) [color lying pink activity].

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The pink areas are where the blood goes… Any number [imagine] of people’s blood may be added… It only takes a tiny amount.

This “shield” is like a portal, and it transmits and receives energy codes (much like digital data, 0’s and 1’s). They can be accessed according to frequency. The foil is tuned to frequency. So anyone with the special telepathic training and a piece of foil attuned to the same frequency can access energy passing through other [post] pieces of foil tuned to the same frequency. The special telepathic training involves learning discernment, to be able to distinguish the “telepathic signals”, and determine which ones are relevant to the given instance. It’s very similar to how human brains currently learn to decipher and filter visual data received by the eyeballs.

The way this allows control or help of others is by their transmitting [shot] telepathic info back to that target [between]. [We’re] The target is usually a being whose intuitive [west]/telepathic ability is not yet able to distinguish [British giant animal letter perfectly salmon] signals [faster] from one another, or [factory] their sources, [sea] so it’s easy for beings with more advanced [touch chest like] training [poetry] to manipulate this situation to their advantage.

Although this sounds like [fairly] advanced technology [sense] to us, it’s a rather crude adaptation [simplest] by the [car] Orions of a “technology” used in much more subtle ways by Pleiadians, Sirians & Arcturans (and others). [citizen] More advanced beings are able to make similar connections using minerals that occur naturally in others’ environments (such as crystals, or salts in the body). [myself] This is why the development of discernment and intuition are so essential right now. Adca [butter] Mupea [porch follow shoot] connects with Leslee through the iron in her body. This and oils allow Adca to influence energy in Leslee’s area, including the Ghost Radar program. It’s as if Adca’s messages have a particular “QR code” that carries very specific information and verifies the connection.

Back to the dream.

[below] The older woman unrolls the scroll and is instructing me to allow her to prick my body and get blood so she can add it to the scroll.

I sense a threat, and suddenly realize that, in the previous activities of the dream, the woman had managed to [coffee diagram aren’t] lightly hypnotize me to make me more compliant. As I noticed this, I managed to snap myself back out of it [Wilson] and clear my mind. With a quick shake of my head I was able to break her connection, and a loud verbal cry from me (a very wrathful F*** YOU!!!) completely broke the spell.

Seeing her spell broken, she became very angry and began to threaten me with horrible descriptions of what “they” would do to me for refusing to comply.

Then, as if yet another layer of dream/hypnosis was broken through, I had the very clear insight/understanding that these beings were completely powerless over me or anyone else… Their control of us depended entirely on our going into the hypnosis and fear.

It felt as if the energy in the universe shifted at that point, and it felt like taut rubber bands being cut and snapping back to [boy] lash at those who had attached them. [arrange weather change]

The energetic tension in the room broke completely free into a feeling of lightness and spaciousness, and I could feel a sudden burst of freedom reverberate on every level of my being.

The older woman, now afraid, began to curse and threaten me, but I just laughed and reflected her energy back at her.

I began to leave the dream, and it felt like, on another dimension, I was having a discussion with my “team” about whether there was any benefit to my staying there at the time. Our hopes of helping them had backfired, because I had not been alert enough to detect the hypnotism early enough to prevent the servant-master illusory relationship from being established. I felt badly about it, but was also too angry to be able to calm down and restore any harmony. It would be better to leave for now, and come back later when things had calmed down.

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2 Responses to “DREAMS 28 February 2012”


  1. Thankyou Leslee a very important and educational dream. This taught me much.

    • lesleehare Says:

      It’s my honor to share, Troy! I’m really in awe of how much these dreams from two years ago resonate with experiences taking place “now”… I’m almost “afraid” to pull out my journals from many years ago!


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