dream 7 december 2012

December 7, 2012

Dream 7 December 2012

9:00 am; [Ghost Radar words appear in brackets]

(Ghost Radar was running while I was asleep; these words began at 7:42 am: [shape play Pennsylvania reader chemical myself stems pressure difficulty are bring cat route native bit value related adventure open realize amount surface out record final east getting change person skill careful end writing flow (awake now) pleasure enjoy song tribe building equipment medicine Billy event two]

I’m in “Abiquor”, understanding that “Abiquor” is an archetype/model/template of a place that is available for manifestation, at any “physical” location.

Some friends and I are there, preparing for a next wave of manifestation, by discussing and visualizing – and creating – parts of what “will be”. In some ways it feels like a “nromal” place. Rooms appear to have floors, ceilings and walls, for instance. However, everyone there understands implicitly that what arises is what we choose to arise.

Also, when I use the word “friends” to describe the people I’m interacting with, I’ll explain further. The place is quiet and there are only a handful of people moving about there. As I encounter “others”, some of them look familiar from the “waking” world I’m in as I write. Other appear spontaneously, and I instantly understand their names, relationships, personalities, intentions, wishes and desires… and I automatically feel a warm loving kinship and affection for them.

So a few of us are moving through the spaces, preparing for others to arrive. It’s as if I’ve arrived at a location waiting for a [fall] huge, happy reunion, vacation [event], gathering… and our friends and family will arrive very soon.

At once point I’m in a series of rooms that seem like a spa: rooms for massage, soaking in hot tubs, eating healthy food, gathering in common [none] areas… the spaces all feel light and bright, and deeply, resiliently, pervasively… peaceful.

I sweep some crumbs off a white table cloth, looking around a room to see that it’s spotless and welcoming…

When I enter a common area, I see two friends. One is a middle-aged man in a business suit (but very relaxed, and smiling), and the other is a beautiful young woman who looks like she could be a professional model. They are laughing softly and chatting [hill]. The young woman is in a thick bath robe, having just soaked in the hot spring water. As I walk by, they laugh affectionately, and the man (named “Dan”) announces [two] that they’ve decided that in their next lifetime, he’s going to come back as a lesbian, so they can be together that way.

I laugh with them, because somehow, part of the joke they’re sharing is the irony that there they stand “now”, fully able to enjoy one another’s company… They just want to try something different next time. I chuckle and say teasingly, “Well, at least you’ll find Emma where there are hot tubs, because she’ll alwaysbe soaking, no matter what!” We all laugh, and I continue my role of checking out the various rooms.

There are other bits of the dream where I’m in other places, meeting with people and looking at “equipment”. It all appears as if it’s physical, but there’s somehow an understanding that it’s also dreamlike, and things may shift at whim: slightly or dramatically.

[average curious youth]

dream 2 december 2012

December 3, 2012

Dream 2 December 2012

Another dream about classrooms and small children, although I’ve forgotten most of it.

I’m in a town, traveling in a car-like vehicle [wagon], and I arrived [sail] at what appears to be a large house [musical] where several families live together.

I park on the street, approach the [go] side door, and enter. It is very familiar. It seems like summer, or a very temperate season or time, and there is soft daylight.

It’s very wonderful to see everyone there.

It seems like there were several cycles of this dream, and each cycle was a variation on the others. The main theme was simply to arrive at a place of teaching [either], and proceed to work with the beings there [don’t] at that place. [believed mysterious]

I’m being told that there was a perceived “threat” involved… [George (Umbro)] It was important – to some – to exercise some caution for security [shoe (the ship Tulya)] and secrecy, to avoid detection. However, part of my job was to explain how, as long as we stayed within certain parameters, we were perfectly safe and free [book major].

dream 30 november 2012

December 3, 2012

Dream 30 November 2012

In a place of gathering, with many types of spaces [shall second wasn’t simple dirty soldier our pay]. It’s quite busy, as is [sea] holiday time [cook]. Lots of people bustling. I go from room to room, like classrooms or workshop rooms… men & women very busy. A local business owner I know is there… Lots of clothes, in rooms, on racks… At some point I find myself in  some sort of back laundry room, with long racks like at a dry cleaners’, and I am looking for something to wear. In particular I want a wonderfully cuddly handknit sweater that I remember from years ago. Also seem to be hotel rooms… Pieces from all my “jobs”. I find the sweater, and also skirts, etc., that I like. Interacting with a couple women in particular. Feels okay, temporal, if hectic.

dream 28 november 2012

December 3, 2012

Dream 28 November 2012

Dreams; from waking 8:30 am

I’m one of several teachers/leaders in a kindergarten-like setting. Younger children, 3-6 years old, perhaps, in a very open and fluid environment. It’s a quite flexible place, but there are a few people who seem intent on exercising control. It seems like there was a lot of shifting, from role to role and pod to pod and group to group… Frequent change. At one point I’m working with a little boy, kneeling near the floor, crafting something with beads. I accidentally drop some small beads, pink and yellow iridescent, and they roll across the floor… Before I can go get them, they fall into cracks between boards, and I exclaim “S**T!”.

I look up, and the kid is non-plussed, but the adults (other teachers) are shocked. Immediately some action is taken (I think much of that happens telepathically), and I understand I’ll be removed from the teaching position. Something feels strange and harsh about it. (Incidentally, I remember as a teenager, promising myself I would NEVER use the word “s**t”… It seemed particularly offensive to me…)

I’m a little irritated by one man’s position in particular, but sort of accept and move on.

However, as I walk away, I pass by a huge picture window looking out over a meadow and into some woods.

Setting night-time lighting (again), or interior somewhere… feels like this (Pagosa) area. Parallel place, perhaps. Anyway, I see several deer and bears walking away from us, across the meadow and into the trees. I call out to one of the kids (my son? A little boy…) to look… AS we watch, more animals move through the scene, then, in the shadows to the left, we see a HUGE black bear, ambling along with some smaller ones… This bear was a different species or race, because he also had quite long shaggy hair… He’s (?) remarkable… As I watch the animals enter the forest, I awaken.

dream 27 november 2012

December 3, 2012

Dream 27 November 2012

[half] Dream this morning [butter chief]… Babajij.

[weigh dish climate move position]

I’m in a place that feels like a house: large, beautiful, comfortable… There is a party going on, and it’s sort of like a tsog party: Enlightened friends and loved ones. We are celebrating our meeting and coming together. Many of us have been working for some time, and progress is finally being made, so we are gathering for some time of relaxation and enjoyment.

These are all beings and people whom I know from parallel worlds and lives, all converging for a moment of connection, recognition and understanding.

I am standing in a kitchen-like room, chatting with some women and men I admire greatly… Very festive, holiday feeling. There are appearances of food and drink, but these are truly appearances which trigger joy, sensations & stimuli that bring pleasure… just for amusement.

(How did we ever develop the impression that we need to sustain “physical” bodies? Especially in these ways?)

I’m about to go out onto a lawn… the light is like that of a brightly-lit starry full-moon night, or dusk/dawn… As I’m nearly outside, a woman points out to me, “Oh, did you know that Babajij is here?” I’m delighted and turn to go back “inside” to find him, as she explains that he’s there sitting with some other men at a counter.

I see him, and I’m so delighted! He’s lovely, just as I expected, in a wonderful shirt patterned with hand-drawn flowers. Mostly a white/linen color, with soft colors on some of the flowers. His nose is slightly different than in the photos he’s sent me, but it’s clearly him We chat for a moment.

As we’re talking/exchanging, a woman approaches him and offers him a gift of a marionette/puppet/statue. It’s about 16” tall, and beautifully crafted of precious materials. It’s mostly metals, enamels, and stones, and depicts a human-like being, with some dragon-like characteristics. (“Dragon” has been a recurring theme for me lately…)

Next, a man approaches, also offering Babajij a gift of a puppet-like figure. This one is made of wood and fabric-like materials, and has a softer, more Celtic feel to it, like a fairy or an angel. The dragon being seems “male”, and this one “female”.

These gifts are in recognition of his efforts, to reward/acknowledge/encourage him.

AS I stand beside him, looking at these beautiful figures, I’m reminded of the meanings for the name “Leslee Hare” that I received from the Kabalarians last night. I feel a bit of sadness… wishing to be done with this “assignment” on Earth…

I wander outside onto the lawn, and the setting transforms into a park with boulevards and urban buildings nearby. Reminds me of the river parks I was seeing online in my research of Salem, Oregon last night. Still feels like night-time light. It also still feels like a festival and picnic, and it seems there are fireworks or some similar displays in the sky (I “hear” that the Chinese developed fireworks to remind themselves of the Arian light spectacles from home…).

I see Babajij and 3 other men lying on a blanket on the grass, watching the dome (I understand we’re in Inner Earth), and I see there’s more room, so I want to go lie down beside him so we can chat some more and I can be near him some more before we part. As I approach the quilt, a dis-embodied (but animated, living) head appears [paint] on the blanket next to Babajij [available poetry]. It’s a tanned, bald head of a man, someone we know, and it’s somehow related to the ex-GOP leader (head?) who I saw an article about yesterday [pure instance] who exposed the manipulation going on about early voting.

I hesitate, and wonder whether to lie down with the head between B and me, or to move the head over so I can be right next to Babajij. (This is on B’s right)

Before I act, a man comes through the area, announcing that the party is over, and it’s time for us to return to our places.

I remember that I arrived with 6 friends, and I’m supposed to return with them, but I’ve lost contact and can’t find them. People start to leave, and I realize I have nowhere to go, really, no way to get back with my friends. I have my keys, but they are just to the house in Pagosa. Then they transform into a cell phone (flip phone), but I realize I don’t know who to call or what number to dial. People are disappearing rapidly, and I feel my 6 friends have already left without me… No, they’re waiting, but we can’t reach one another. I become more and more frustrated, and a little scared, as I see that my “reality” is beginning to transform more and more into an urban 3D setting, with retail shops, huge shopping centers, carry-out Chinese food shops, stairs and large buildings. Hectic and anonymous and cold.

There are many people bustling around, but no one to understand or help me. Discouraged and disappointed, I enter a large building, drawn to the Chinese carry-out place with the bright golden light, red and green neon… It is in a circular glass cylinder stairwell… I enter, begin to descend the stairs, and am aware that the “dream” is ending now, and my consciousness will fade and I will awaken in my bed.

(As I’m writing, I realize that the glass cylinder was much like the one Robert L saw and entered into to go to the base in the Himalayas. This all synchronizes with the PDF of “Alien Interview” that I received this morning, about Matilda MacElroy’s story. I see that pieces are coming together – please let’s being them together more quickly, very quickly… So much of what I have seen and not wanted to share or repeat, is now ripening. So much needs to be revealed soon… So much will. I’m seeing more clearly what I need to do with the blogs. I’m requesting the time and energy to do these things.

dream 26 november 2012

December 3, 2012

Dream 26 November 2012

[manufacturing poet return noise whispered]

Given this dream to remember somewhat. [dot]

Arising out of dream of administering, guiding, leading many teams; overseeing departures of vehicles. I’ve been at this job a very long time (why was stasis necessary for Agnès?)… (Ah, also search for the name “Agnès”… I was asked to search for the meaning of my name, and meditate upon it, earlier today…)

Understanding the vehicles represent “ships”…  The imagery used is deliberately “earth-like”, in order to keep me grounded here. It’s very easy for me to leave, so grounding in this body is needed. The dream ends with images of changing babies’ diapers [inside], cleaning [I’ll] up messes, washing up, filling & draining sinks. Awoke with understanding that this is given to me to examine: “Name “Leslee/Leslie/Lesley”… “From the Gray Fortress”… Celtic/Scot/Irish

dream 25 november 2012

December 3, 2012

Dream 25 November 2012

Trying to remember – sense of moving amongst & between very deep chambers or rooms… Analogous to deep levels of consciousness… Transforming, moving energy… flows into images of spectrums I was working on last night… Others were around, but we were working parallel rather than on the same task at the same time.

[Mark thin surface mountain next trace temperature]

Others I saw working around me were Mikos, Konstantinos [sure], Lisa [desk], Tauno, Chetan, Rhonda and Babajij [slowly]. Many others were working in areas that felt more “exterior”. I’m told the entire Athabantian Crew was involved, including many crew members on Earth whom we haven’t “met” yet. [inch] Troy and the rest of the Tulya Crew were holding the “center” of Gaia; The Aurora Crew were working, along with other crews, to hold the “surface”, and many ship and beings within Gaia’s “cloak” were screening our work from most outside observers.

Most of us continue this work on a sub-conscious level even when we are “awake”.

 

(Fortune cookie fortune tonight: You are a very bright individual”)

dream 22 november 2012

December 3, 2012

Dream 22 November 2012 (Thanksgiving)

Had difficulty awakening from this dream; dream within a dream…

[offer] Was asleep in a small apartment [pile], off a corridor in a multi-story building. I had been dreaming about meeting my family in Inner Earth and working with them, but my ex-husband pulled me over into the other dream, so it manifested as my awakening into it [these].

[put hearing studying]

In Telos, perhaps? [born] [town road wish] I was helping arrange things for a gathering [expression] [coffee], so I was moving through ballrooms and meeting rooms [forget] with dingy burgundy [rather] (reminds me of faded Buddhist robes) drapes [native] [chamber], setting and checking thermostats [customs]. Not sure it was Telos… it felt quite dark and unpleasant. Perhaps we were working here on the surface.

The place that my ex-husband woke me into was no better… [population] Also felt dingy & poor [wooden] & having [Mark] a vibe of want or lacking. [scared worker instead] I did not want to wake up there. [hurry face] The apartment felt like a mobile home, quite cramped and unsubstantial… At one point we (my ex, my son and I ?) were in an empty room, looking out the window, and [studied]I realized the panel [tin] below the window did not actually have the air conditioning unit in it… it was just a grille, and hollow wall, and a flap of plastic. A bug flew in… I felt deceived about the quality of the place, and thought of landlords.

I went into the kitchenette, also small and hardly manageable, was preparing something in a pot… My ex came in… still somehow trying to wake me… I asked what time it was, and he said around 10 (which was also the time here in Pagosa, where this body was dreaming, when I awoke)… We were due at a meeting with people our son would be living with at his new apartment.

Something was quite troubling about the dream. I didn’t want to be in it, could sense there was some “spirit interference”.

It took me some time to locate and ground back into this body – felt split between several places. Didn’t want to leave whatever it was that I was doing on the deepest level.

dream 18 november 2012

December 3, 2012

Dream 18 November 2012

I’m sitting in a pod/room, that feels like a water drop, among mountains and trees.

There is a work surface and chairs. (It was clear to me that during the dream, these “objects” had very aetherial [principal] qualities, but as I arose from the dream, my mind translated them into more commonly recognized object [live])… [add track] glass, translucency… There was a male companion, taller, larger than me… Another friend/colleague with human form although I know him to be otherwise… reminds me of Dan Aykroyd… working together on a module… vertical box/component, with many slots… different sizes [also]. Plugging memory cards into the slots… Lots of [subject] heat generated by main slot… [May poor] Going to other locations… All feel open and light. Some secrecy or invisibility… all like bubbles… all in natural environment.

Working to make sure things are attuned…

(There is more, than I cannot remember clearly at all, about meals, people, interactions, shifting dimensions…)

dream 14 november 2012

December 2, 2012

Dream 14 November 2012

Can only remember snapshots, of one scene, with a person, a male friend. It’s someone I was working with or for… it’s peer-based. There are televisions, countertops, rooms, and there is some kind of maintenance to be done. Time passing… people coming and going…

Then, and ending or transition into another phase of working. More structured, like capsules of time and space, perceived as classrooms. [imagine] My friend is about to leave, and perhaps come back…

Descending into a new manifestation [Christmas]… a classroom or business… mission… It’s like a flea-market mall, with different rooms, different booths…  He’s leaving me with equipment, instructions, supplies… I’m going to have to purchase something, participate, like a  “normal person”… Except, before he’s gone, there’s also something about a children’s classroom, small chairs and tables… I look at my wallet at some point, and I think I only have deposit slips and receipts, no money, maybe 2 or 3 dollars… [dull floor] He hands me a tub or basket, a container of items… some of which are sort of square tube-shaped boxes [largest noise] holding files… Like test tubes that are plugged, or like pens, something holding liquid. But they are marked with currencies… [carried] $1, $3, $5, $6… Lira… some of them are in Lira. I laugh, wondering how I’m going to use those.

I take it, and when I look at my wallet again, there are now bills. The “tubes” have turned into bills, or have expressed or manifested into bills. There are matching currencies in my wallet, and I know that I’ve got just enough money, not extra… Just enough.

(It comes to me, right now as I’m talking, that I remember a conversation with a friend, about why we only have “just enough” [therefore], and it has to do with [pressure twenty rocket]how much energy to put into this sphere, this realm [exact combination exciting range],… It has to do with conserving energy, “karma”…

Anyway, I think my friend that leaves, disappears, and it feels like I’m left in charge of something; it’s my job now, to take care of it. As I turn around is when I realize I’m in this sort of flea-market-like place, and I’m sort of shopping… Is there anything that I really need to buy?

There’s a related scene, at a different “time”, that happens with this same friend, or someone similar (this also feels like it’s been triggered, by another conversation with another friend, last night on the phone, in which it felt like my body was trying to go to sleep rather than engage in the conversation). Anyway, in this segment, I’m interacting with a male friend in a colleague/co-worker-type role. Those words don’t really work; it’s as if we’re working on a  project together, we have a connection, something to do together. An assignment or a job. And something comes up about a lover being in the sphere that we’re working in. The expectation of having a lover as being part of our role to fill…. And we sort of look at each other and shrug, as if to say, “Well, I guess this means ‘us’…” It was kind of funny… just a very clear understanding that there were roles to be played, and there was no attachment… I think this has to do with shifting dimensions down, so I think it might tie into how we move from the higher dimensions to this one… what the role is to be played.

I’m not sure of the purpose… Somehow, perhaps to disguise, perhaps to help others. Or maybe it’s just boredom, something to do.

It seems like there was another scene, but I can’t remember it right now.