DREAM 5 March 2012

March 5, 2012

DREAM ~ 3 March 2012

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I arrive at a small house in Central Texas (?), where many of my friends are gathered for a party, to celebrate a journey we’re about to make together.

The house belongs to my friend “Eustace” (Stick energy)… He’s sort of like our teacher or guide for the interim, who has guided us to this point and is about to show us all how to launch into the next phase of our lessons.

I pass through the house briefly, greeting my friends, because I really want to get to Eustace’s back yard and see my Dad, whom I haven’t seen in a long time.

The back yard is small, and very magical, like a small fairy glen with tall trees, mossy grass, and tiny wildflowers.

My Dad has been busy digging a large hole, and he’s almost finished. He’s done an amazing amount of work for one day: it’s a large cube of a hole, as long on a side as he is tall. I look down into it.

The soil is dark and dense, so the walls of the hole are quite firm. At the surface it’s more brown, but as it gets deeper it becomes almost black. He knows it’s time to stop digging, because he has hit a large black pipe with a pointed cap on it, and that is the portal through which we’ll pass to get deeper into Gaia. [Ghost Radar: that] That portal had been buried for many years, many generations in fact, and Eustace had been guarding it for a very long time.

There are two other objects buried with the pipe: a big, fat, partly-burned tire from a drag-racing vehicle, and a box of jewels. Many lifetimes ago, we had left the jewels for ourselves to find in the future. Each of us had a crystal which acted as a sort of key, to attune ourselves to memory and location.

Dad goes inside to tell everyone the hole is ready, so they begin to come outside, one at a time, and quietly look, hoping the neighbors don’t notice.

Two very cheerful, friendly dogs come up, very excited to see me. One is a small white poodle-like dog, belonging to a neighbor I saw walking yesterday. The other is a medium-sized dog that looks a bit like an Australian shepherd, but he’s solid black in color. (Could this one be Gunner’s dog?)

There’s a chair sitting near the hole, that is a rather hi-tech chair, and it’s been sitting out in the weather for some time. The frame is made of tubular gray metal, and it has wheels, but the seat is like a thick pad of mossy sod, and the wheels have become embedded into the soil. It’s as if the chair is growing out of the land.

We decide to wait until nightfall to make our journey, to improve our chances of doing it secretly, so we all go back inside to Eustace’s house, to help him put things away and get it in order. We know that none of us will return here, at least not for a very, very long time.

[yard teacher plane] We will “pretend” to stay in 3D [noted solve differ land Philadelphia (brotherly love) variety difference you’ll determine meet go unknown fine was]

(This is where I got stuck in wiriting the dream… I knew there was something or someone missing, and that my Guides were witholding a piece of information rather than explaining it to me… They were trying to tell me that I had forgotten a part of the dream… Later, when I posted a brief description of who was in the dream, Babajij pointed out that he was Invisible Eagle Feather in the dream… That was the missing piece!)

… by leaving some sorts of artifacts of our existence, that will lead others in 3D to believe that we are still there. Babajij (Invisible Eagle Feather) offers to remain as the Gatekeeper, to divert attention away from the hole and the flue and the journey that we’ve undertaken.

I don’t remember how we actually use the pipe (it’s like a flue in the Harry Potter movies), but the next thing I recall is finding myself on the street in Telos.

I’m standing on the edge of a large rectangular plaza, and as soon as I appear there, I [though] begin walking swiftly towards the large, long building high up on the hill. This is a building I know well.

(I’ve only recently come to realize that this very familiar place is Telos. I’ve been dreaming of going there throughout this lifetime. Although there seem to be a nighttime and daytime, I’ve never noticed a sun or moon or stars. The light is always very gentle and uniform, as if the entire sky glows with a strong, soft light. The buildings often look slightly different from dream to dream, but I can always orient myself and know where I am, and in which directions I’ll find which buildings.)

As I reach the building at the top of the hill, I enter the courtyard between the classroom building and the conference/entertaniment center. There I meet Suntria, who says that she’d like to go see the busy shopping district and cafe’s, to get familiar with the place and see who else is here. We walk along the outside of the classroom building. The first rooms, which are for adult education, are empty because it’s the weekend and there are no classes in session.

Finally we reach the end of the building where the children’s classes are, and we pause because we can see, across a small garden courtyard, Lisa standing in the middle of a classroom with several little girls in it. They are all dancing around, wearing cheerful hand-painted paper fairy wings. Lisa’s daughters turn and wave to us (Nolwazi is about 3, and they both have golden-bronze skin and long, very curly brown hair), as we walk by.

Finally, we reach the corner intersection, and across the street we see Steffie sitting with Tauno at a cafe table, having a coffee. Gunner is standing there talking to them, telling them jokes, and they’re laughing very hard! He’s wearing a conductor’s uniform, with a round hat and a light blue short-sleeved shirt. He’s holding a silver whistle, and tells us how much he loves his job. He’s a good-will ambassador for Telos; he greets all the people arriving from 3D, and is epsecially good at handling the Americans.

In general, Gunner lets people know where they can find particular buildings and activities. One of the reasons he’s especially good with the Americans is that he can help them find the Angels, and once Americans meet the Angels, they tend to become more quiet and reflective and respectful. This benefits everyone in Telos. Gunner also monitors security in this very dense and active part of Telos, and makes sure that people just arriving from 3D get accustomed to Telos gradually.

A we’re standing there, Steffie gestures to me that she really needs to find a toilet, but there don’t seem to be any around… I laugh and tell her that yes, they are rather tucked away, because the Telosians don’t need them as often as we do… But I can show her where they are. She hesitates, saying it might be too much trouble, but we all laugh as all the women say that they need to find the restroom too! Gunner has a real laugh about this, gives me permission to take the ladies to the restrooms, and walks off towards the square.

[call charge swept discussion ]

The four of us (Tauno, Steffie, Suntria and myself) walk over to the block of buildings where the toilets are. There are many shops, small restaurants and moview theaters, and the place is teeming with people.

We spot Troy with his family, and wave to say hello. He understands the rush we’re in, so he simply calls out that he and his family are living in Telos now, and that we’ll talk more soon. He seems very happy.

We go first to the public restrooms [club plain] that are tucked away between the businesses; all of them are full, with people waiting in line, or out of service. Some of the people in line are in a rather sullen mood, but I can tell it’s only because they’re new, and still expecting to find the same conditions they had on Earth’s surface.

The ladies and I now walk quickly around to the rear of on of the buildings, and I whipser that I can show them where the private toilets are. We walk through a maze of tiny shops and booths selling all manner of items. We finally reach the entrance doors, and enter a large space that looks like a hotel lobby. We run up a couple small fllights of open, monumental stairs, past several small groups of people, and eventually find the small, private restrooms that are tucked away between conference rooms and dining rooms. We still have to search a bit before we find some that are available. Gunner had mentioned that the restrooms were maintained primarily for the “3D-ers” (3 dears), and that there had been such an influx lately that Telos needed to generate more soon.

Once we’ve finished there, we head off back along the hilltop, back along the classroom building, towards the performance hall. There, in the long concourse, people are queueing up to go to the comedy act that will be playing soon: “As The Planet Burns – Recollections Of A 3D Fantasy”, starring SpaceMuffin and John!

There’s quite a crowd waiting; some (like us) already have tickets, so we’re able to sit on benches along the wall. Across the concourse is a long queue of people waiting to purchase tickets. Steffie, Tauno and Suntria wander off to look around, while I take a seat on a bench. Across the concourse I notice a young father (Konstantinos) with his wife and two children. They seem very happy and loving, even though the little boy (who is about 8 years old) seems to have some health issues. With some concern, Konstantinos lifts up his son and carries him, as the queue moves along up the sloped floor.

Tauno comes and sits beside me, feeling a little sad and homesick. But she’s very happy because she’s found her crystal collection, and has brought it to show me. She produces a large crystal/glass tray that is a circle with straight sides and a flat crystal lid. On the lid are engraved radial lines (like a starburst), and a pattern of dots (like braille) and characters. The characters look like a blend of Chinese writing and Celtic runes.

I’m admiring her beautiful stones. in particular is a gorgeous quartz point with a portal configuration, and it has been fused with a metallic coating that makes its surface shimmer like a midnight sky filled with stars. There is also a blunt point that is shaped like a rough ruby, but looks like carnelian. In the center is a moonstone disk carved with an all-seeing eye.

The round case is divided much like an astrological chart into 12 segments. The blue and red stones, along with an aquamarine, take up three of the compartments, at 5 through 7 o’clock. The other compartments are filled with an assortment of quartz points, with a few small spheres. Tauno beams as she looks at them once again… Finding the tray of stones has made her immensely happy.

Shortly after I hand Tauno’s crystal case back to her, the ushers begin taking tickets for the performance, so we stand up to make our way toward the theater doors. At this point the dream fades and I awaken.

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Dream from 28 February 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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DREAM 1 March 2012

March 2, 2012

[voyage guard choice clean appropriate finest involved few repeat opposite]

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Had another dream about water… Floating in pools, having several bodies at once, in several pools. Some peaceful & calm, some distressed and frightened… Like incubation chambers… All is well, and as it should be.

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[hardly] I’m meeting with [having] my housemate and my ex-husband and [either] others, trying to figure out a way to “get around” [cake]… We are in a city that is only vaguely familiar… I have just recently moved there.  It seems we are invaded by “aliens”, or dark forces of some kind…. Mis-led beings. They are very mistaken in their ways and beliefs, and they believe their ways of seeing things are the only ways that are correct. So they spend a lot of time corrupting and coercing the thoughts of others…

Their philosophy has also infiltrated the government, education system, religions, etc. There’s really no facet of the “establishment” that is not affected by their manipulative, controlling influence.

This small group of us have somehow managed to capture one of the leaders, or most powerful influential figures, of this group. I was involved in his capture, but my companions & others took him back to the house where my housemate, her boyfriend, and my son and I live.

Meanwhile, my son and I leave and go to another house where we also live. I’m sorting through some old packages, as if I’m preparing to move house or go on a trip, or make more room. In particular, I’ve spread out a lot of jewelry & garments on my bed, many of which I had forgotten about.

The jewelry is mostly earrings and necklaces, and they range in quality from fine, ornately-crafted 24K gold, set with radiant gems, to inexpensive baubles made of plastic. Similarly with the garments: everything from simple t-shirts to elaborately embroidered tunics.

Looking at them brings back many memories, of times and lifetimes long-forgotten. My son is doing the same in his room, with his toys and video games. We are both enjoying ourselves very much.

Suddenly, my housemate comes into the room, very distraught. She tells me I need to come with her right away, because something terrible has happened.

My son stays in the house, and I go outside with my friend. She leads me to a pickup truck. Its bed is filled to overflowing with tolls and bags and broken machinery and luggage, as if things had been tossed there quickly.

She drives us back to the first house, and tells me that my ex-husband has murdered our prisoner in a fit of rage.

We go inside, and my ex and the prisoner are gone. I can see in my mind’s eye what has happened, that he was killed in the bathroom. But the only evidence is a blood-stain on the gray-flowered curtain in the bathroom doorway. There is no sign of my ex or the man, but all of the rooms are in a shambles. We know that somehow, the prisoner’s associates will certainly know what happened, and will soon be looking for us.

I’m very upset, because I had no intention or idea of the prisoner dying. It’s tragic and brutal, and also complicates many situations. Frightened, my housemate and I leave on foot, to hide somewhere while we try to decide what to do next.

I’m trying to think of all the ramifications of the murder: If I run, I’ll ever see my son again. If I stay, I’ll certainly go to jail or be executed (this fellow was an important figure), which will still leave my son without many of the things he still wants and needs from me…. I do not want to let him down.

I’m angry with my ex for having been so cruel and selfish and impulsive. Although an interior part of me wants him to get caught, I realize that our son will suffer if that happens, too. It’s a no-win situation.

My housemate and I return to the house where the murder took place. I walk past the loaded-up pickup truck, envisioning a dark future.

As I approach the stoop, a light-bronze and chrome colored sports car convertible speeds past gently, running on the leafy shoulder of the road. It’s winter, brown leaves and bare trees…

The car turns right and disappears along a small road through the trees. As I watch it, I ask myself if the driver is my ex… But then an image of the same young man appears again at the intersection. This time instead of driving a sports car, he’s in jeans and a white shirt, walking his dog which looks a lot like Rudy. I marvel for a moment at the apparition.

I go inside the first house, and realize my friend’s boyfriend has come home. They’re having a beer and chatting. He’s completely oblivious to the drama that’s transpired, and she’s trying to act normally and light-hearted. I decide that a beer sounds good, so I ask if I may have one, and look in the fridge. The fridge is full of imported products… I don’t recognize any beers. I find bottled water, then finally some small [younger]bottles of Italian beer that are shrink-wrapped into pairs. And they are about the size and shape of pears… I don’t really want two, but they are small… I take a pair, and go to join my friends, wondering how the story will go, as I awaken.

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