Dream 4 May 2013

May 4, 2013

(Going to sleep I requested to meet with one io the Sirian telepathic crew I learned about from Aseorkha, and to learn about our connection…)

Sleeping & Dream: On ship, Sirian women…

I’m standing beside a large plate-glass window, looking out into a vast, cloud-filled sky. the window is probably two stories tall and as wide. From above the window, a huge crane-like arm apparatus with a clamp or claw on it reaches out and begins to slowly reach downwards. Once I notice the arm, I also notice that a truss-like frame appears outside the window. It’s as if it materialized, or as if I was not able to perceive this frame until I noticed the arm. This frame supports the window I’m looking through.

Next I see the huge crane arm is carrying curved glass bubble (I think of Lisa’s vision of the arrival hall at Abiquor). The arm is going to put the bubble in place, against the frame. But the bubble hits the frame at the top, and the entire frame as well as the bubble fall and hit the plaza quite far below.

Oddly, even though the bubble hit the frame against the window quite hard, there was no jolt, only sound… Frame & bubble slide down and fall to ground… As if landing on a cushion. Amazed, I then think of people on the ground, hope no one’s hurt… I lean against the window and look down at the ground… I see men crawl out from under the frame and go sit on a curb below.

I notice one man in particular, as he comes up and sits. He’s very tall and slender, with long, wild, orange-red beard, mustache and hair… He’s wearing a floppy loose garment that reminds me of a mix between a trenchcoat and a construction worker’s tan canvas coveralls. It’s unzipped and open, very loose, with an orange tint to it. Something he’s wearing underneath reminds me of the red and white striped worm from a recent dream… He looks up and sees me watching him, and seems alarmed, shocked… I applaud, so happy to see they are safe, and I sense they can hear me clapping. He gives me an odd look, and I realize they don’t understand why I applaud. I try to communicate, can they hear? They look away… More people come…

(Asintotha explained to me that the expression of surprise was that they realized I could see them. Apparently the frame, bubble, crane and workers were all supposed to be invisible to me…)

I’m still standing at the window, and a woman, tall, thin, with dark hair in bun, escorts me to kitchen area. (I learned later this is Isintha.) she tells me that someone has died… Do I remember who first recruited me? I think of retail, mall design, and she says, No, before that… I think of the (unbuilt) floor design I made for the Florida Mall… It was a pattern of swirling water and seashells, to be built in terrazzo… There was a man, can I remember name: Tim? Burl? Durl? Hurl? It’s a simple name (ask)… He is gone now… (The name is “DUR”)

I look around the kitchen, remember it was mine at one time… Is there food? What is the “kitchen” for?
Are woman and ship Sirian? Asintotha?

(The ship is Sirian, it’s the GLS Salcys, and the woman is Isintha, one of the members if the group of telepathic communicators. Also, the man in red/orange is very significant in my spiritual dreams. He appears in various aspects, and I understand him to be a kind of wrathful protector.)


Dream 3 May 2013

May 4, 2013

Can’t remember much about dream… Just going through two travel bags (small toiletries bags), one was for things I need now, one was for things I’ll need later. These looked like two bags I’ve had in waking life, one I recently discarded, and its new replacement.

End of dream.

(Continuing to ask about connecting with the Sirians… Something deeply resonant about reading Aseorkha’s posts about them.)

Dream 2 May 2013

May 2, 2013


Lots of spirits hang out in the house I’m staying in this week, and it seems I had to make my way through them to get to the dream… Swirling darkness, beings trying to hide and divert my dreaming. I also discovered last night there’s a shotgun in a box under the bed I’m sleeping in… I did some clearing, especially for that, but tonight I may just move it. It does matter what we sleep on top of. Interfering spirits love firearms and explosives.

Anyway, I enter a building of classrooms and hallways, full of clamoring students, traffic flowing this way and that, everyone bustling to get where they’re going, self-absorbed.

I walk into a classroom, one that I’m supposed to know. It’s been rearranged. Many of the desks have been removed, there are just a few arranged in an arc… The teacher and two other women student-teachers have shown up for training… We’re all preparing to become instructors. I ask about breakfast, since I’m hungry (more spirit stuff…).

What do we do about breakfast here?

I already had a coffee.

I had breakfast at home.

I mean, can I have breakfast here?

Sure, you can do whatever you want.

(Rather curt, she was! I’m getting frustrated…)

I mean, is there a breakfast available, can I get breakfast here?

Sure, but you have to go down to the basement to get it.

I see this lesson focuses on precision in wording…

I leave the room, it doesn’t feel like there’s anything for me to learn there beyond that exchange, and I really don’t care to nit-pick over things as simple as breakfast.


I meet a man in a corridor (it’s more quiet now), the man who looks a lot like Dr. Who/(Matt Smith), whom I’ve met in dreams before… I’m shaking my head about the conversation I just had, and he smiles and says, “It really does matter what words you choose…” He turns and walks through a doorway. (I just found it – he’s the captain of GLS Salcys…)

Next I find myself outside, leaving a large house, walking through a small parking lot towards a car. I think it’s the one I arrived in, and I’m returning there to retrieve something I left in it.

I open the front door on the right (passenger’s side in US), and start to climb in. I notice the driver’s side seat is piled high with bags and books. I’m confused because I don’t recognize the scene… I thought I had driven there, but how could I have driven there if the driver’s seat was full of things? I turn to a man standing nearby (who looks like a friend of mine), and ask him what’s going on.

I feel very disoriented, and I sense that something’s awry. It seems that I went into the dream with one sense of the situation (but where did that come from?), and now everything has shifted beyond recognition.

I look back in the car, hoping something will click, or maybe I’ll remember something that will make it all make sense. I take a closer look at the bags in the seat of the car and notice some hold groceries. I open them and find a couple packages of cheese. I become even more irritated, thinking to myself, “Well, that’s no good! We left the cheese here in the car all day yesterday, and overnight! Maybe the weather was cool enough that it didn’t spoil…”

Yet, even as I’m thinking this, I’m also aware that I have no idea why I think I know how long the car has been there and what the weather was like on the day before the dream even started.

I’m not quite sure what world I’m in, since nothing seems to be what I had expected, and I find the disorientation quite unpleasant.

And if I didn’t drive, then how did I get here? Did I even really know where I was?

So it’s a strange kind of lucidity, being aware of it being a dream, and that components of it were fluid, and being annoyed with and puzzled by how it was arranged.

(I’m typing up this dream so many days later -on May 6 – memory has faded some…)

I’m in a cottage, checking to see if I’m wanting to live there… There’s a woman with very thick lips, singing… seems quite African, but somehow different. I feel confused? Energy here is different, unfamiliar.

(As I type and look back on events of recent days – dreams and meditations – I see that much in this dream was preparing me for connecting with the Sirians I have just met. I’m beginning to understand why my dreams took on such a different tone, starting on this day.)

The scene shifts. I’m in a theater with Konstantinos and many other people. He’s sitting behind me with his Twin Flame and other friends. The woman with big lips taps me on the shoulder, I’m being asked to move, change seats. I look over my shoulder to Kosta, because I thought he had saved this seat for me. He doesn’t see me, so I get up and move.

I go outside, carrying a bag of purchases… I don’t remember choosing them all, or how I came to be “holding the bag”, and I don’t know if I can afford them, not knowing about money in this place…?

I find another bag. This one is full of drafting/drawing tools. I begin walking with it along the dark street (it’s night-time), and I pass a fountain. I stop to look at it, feel quite alone… Cars come by…

As I walk on, I come to a large bank of brambles. I think I’m back in Pagosa, because I see familiar trees, with a tunnel, path, clearing in them to walk through. I do not go into this path…

I continue waling, and stay on the right-hand road, up a hill.

At some point I find myself riding with my Mom in her car, in a parking deck. She’s trying to take me somewhere. We go up a steep ramp, and outside the deck I see a large stone apartment building that looks a lot like a medieval town, but I understand its very recently constructed. My Mom points out a particular unit and tells me it belongs to my Aunt, and that she’s about to sell it to another relative… I wonder my family has such odd, convoluted communication habits…

Then my Mom starts backing the car down the ramp very fast, amazing me that she doesn’t crash…

End of dream

(On this night I think I fell asleep before I could set a clear dream request.)


dream of man lying in stasis/sleep, very long hair attached to leads and dancing… micah Michael mikell

I see a room that feels separate, isolated, like an operating room or holding cell. There’s a tall male figure lying on what looks like an operating table or hospital bed, floating at an odd height, unusually high. He appears to be asleep or unconscious, he’s definitely alive, but motionless, with closed eyes. The bed seems to float in the room, there’s no evidence of any kind of support.

He has pale skin and dark hair, that’s remarkably long. His hair extends out across the room, as if it had been brushed up above his head (all lying mostly horizontal, tilted just slightly upwards), and it’s longer than his body’s height, by almost a third of his height. The hair seems to float, in strands and locks, and the tips seem to be attached to some sort of wires or leads or clips – almost like one would attach EEG leads to a scalp, but these are just attached to the tips of his hair strands.

(“Antimatter Might Fall Up”, news article: http://www.cnn.com/2013/05/02/world/europe/switzerland-antimatter/index.html?c=us&page=1)

Even more strangely, his hair is both straight and curly… The various locks extend straight for some distance, and then for another bit they are very curly [remarkable], until they straighten out again. The curls occur randomly, there doesn’t seem to be a particular pattern to them. They look a bit like tendrils of a briar vine…

And they’re dancing, vibrating, as if bobbing in a gentle stream….


As an odd aside, I took this photo of a vine the day before I had this dream, and as I snapped the photo, I thought to myself that I was strangely drawn to its lines [weren’t], and [troops] they seemed familiar, and I heard intuitively that it was likely that I’d have a dream about them. [joy]

I could not tell any thing in particular about this dream. It didn’t feel disturbing or unpleasant, it seemed I was just being allowed a peek at something. It feels like perhaps it’s related to a previous experience, from another lifetime.

Looking back on the dream, I realize this glimpse of this man is similar to glimpses I’ve had of Leos and Agnès… I believe this man is Mikos. I wonder in what layer of reality is he appearing like this…

Ghost Radar words generated while sleeping: [main replied corner social strong possibly blew town more face came money met when label living they job serious Asia upward term eleven sing river Russia girl European Papa lips till apart such newspaper rocky]



cottage woman with lips, wanting to live there, confused? Theater Kosta, this woman, being asked to move. Go outside bag of purchases not knowing can afford? Drafting tools. Walking dark street, fountain alone cars come by, bramble Pagosa trees to walk through. Stay on right road, up hill. Parking deck with mom in Pacifica trying to take me somewhere. Stone apt bldg aunt Catherine’s, selling to relative, wonder why she doesn’t consider me… Mom backing down drive and amazing me that she doesn’t wreck…

Dream 29 April 2013

April 29, 2013

Continuity with 28 April dream…

An odd white broom-looking device, but the fan-shaped thing that reminds me of the bristles is almost halfway up the handle… Pogo stick? It’s something not familiar to me. I’m holding it and don’t sense what to do with it.

All around is snow, or something similar… It has to be plowed through, like snow…

Duplex rooms, side-by-side, like compartments or shipping containers. Maybe containers within a ship of some kind, made to look like a “normal, earth-like” setting. Mine is the one on the left; the one on the right belongs to someone else.

There’s been a crash, an upset, an earthquake? Things in the other person’s room have been jostled, have fallen off shelves… The person, female, is away… Should I straighten the room for her? Mess is partly due to jostle of ship room and partly due to her disorganization… I’m told to leave it as it is so she can study the effects of the even without my interference…

My room: although it feels very vast outside, the room feels very compact, cramped, tiny.

Next I find myself in a classroom-like setting. A very well-known person is talking, leading a discussion. He’s a bti dramatic; it would help him to relax.

Outside, there’s quite a bit of traffic… upheaval… like a construction site or disaster relief, rescue…

I remember thinking, while in the dream, that this will be easy to recall, because it’s so much like something that could really happen… But in going to sleep, I forgot to request to recall clearly, and now it seems blurry.

Back in the classroom, there’s a briefing going on. Readying for a scramble, preparing to move quickly, respond…

Dream 28 April 2013

April 29, 2013

Dream 28 April 2013

My dream requests were:

1. Understand the significance of a possible upcoming re-location (physical & for myself as an individual); how does it relate to my path, how can it help with Ascension and manifesting Cities of Light? This is my first priority in dreaming tonight.

2. I’d like to meet with whoever (Celestials, Enlightened Beings, etc.) are working with me in the Astral Planes to accomplish my path.

3. It would be wonderful to meet on an identifiable Lightship or Starship, but that’s my third priority with this nights dreaming.


My dreaming began in a bedroom I was staying in. Two small beds… a friend had moved them, arranging them in an odd way, making it hard to use the room comfortably.

I left that scene after spending a few minutes considering moving things around. I decided it wasn’t worth the trouble since I was leaving soon anyway. I’m pretty sure that dream came from sounds I was hearing in the house as I fell asleep.

The scene shifted and I found myself arising into a hallway of a large building. It felt like a large school, or maybe a hotel or convention center: a wide concourse, a large open ramp and stair to one side, and narrower corridors leading towards residential spaces.

The architecture appears very flowing and organic, with smooth white surfaces and railings… High ceilings, and nestled naturally into the surroundings. I’m pretty sure it’s a ship that’s been fitted with earth-like environments.

The large open ramp leads outdoors, and I can see that it’s bright and pleasant outside. I see a man standing at the bottom of the ramp, in the middle of the concourse, looking at me, waiting. I can see him very clearly, in fine detail. Human caucasian, medium height and build, middle-aged, balding and with short light brown hair. He wears glasses, and his eyes are pale. He’s dressed in matching brown jeans and jacket, and a light tan shirt.

He smiles softly and says, “That was precisely 18 minutes. Very good!” I understand that we were meeting at an appointed time and place, so that he could fulfill my dream requests.

I didn’t ask his name… It seems that in dreaming there are things I take for granted or know implicitly, but when I wake I wish I had asked questions. Anyway, it seems I know this man, and I understand the purpose of our meeting. He takes out a set of access cards, and hands me a white one with red scuffs on it. We walk down one of the residential hallways and enter one of the units through the kitchen. Once I’m inside he disappears.

Looking from the kitchen I see a large open greatroom that’s teeming with little human kids. There are a few adults there too, but it’s mostly kids playing games, running around and laughing. I understand that this setting is a practice run for kids, playing earth games so they’ll know what to do once they arrive on earth.

I call out to them and offer them pizza. I carry the pies out into the room, trying to step around them and the games. At one table, there’s a board game spread out that looks like a cartoon map of the world.

I set something down on the table, and realize I’m knocking over pieces on the map. I didn’t see them at first, little tiny rectangular pieces of plastic: white, brown, tan colored. I realize they represent people, and they are all lined up along the coastlines of the cartoon continents, like dominoes. I apologize to the kids for disturbing the game, but they don’t seem to mind, they just set them back upright and take their pizza slices.

Another thing we’re doing is banking play money for the kids… Explaining how it works, what they need to do when they start to run out, and what it means to different people.

(Awake, I realize my role in this is to help new arrivals with info that I wish I had known when I came here.)

I head back towards the kitchen, and a man who looks a lot like my Dad greets me. I realize it’s the same man who guided me here, but it seems that decades have passed, and now he appears to be about 80 years old. He reaches out and gives me a long, reassuring affectionate hug.

He whispers to me, “It’s alright, all of that has been taken care of. Now we just have to figure out what to do about that worm,” and he nods out the kitchen window.

I look outside, and see a figure walking along the floating walkway outside, looking like he’s walking past and leaving. He’s very bizarre-looking: very tall compared to us, with a very long snout or trunk, a long tail, and a huge round head. He’s walking upright like a humanoid, very awkwardly lumbering along. It’s bizarre enough that he looks like Snuffeluffagus from Sesame Street, but what’s the most bizarre about him is that he’s red & white striped, like a Dr. Seuss character. He look very out of place and awkward, but not menacing. He seems to know where he’s going, walking with a purpose.

(Awake now, I realize he’s a dragon-like being, in a non-threatening form, and I’m reminded of dragons being referred to as “worms”… Was that a Tolkein book where I read that? Dragon=Hitsusi, Lisa’s connection…)

I turn my attention back to the children, and the dream fades.


I’m told that the guide who met me in the concourse, and then reassured me near the kitchen, is Dunyeeh from Athabantian. He, Adca Mupea and I have a very close relationship, and he appeared in this dream to reassure me that the connection with Athabantian is still active and relevant (I had been asking about this last evening.)

This role of assisting and guiding those who are scheduled to take birth on Earth is available to any who would care to help. This can be done from any location on Earth.

This role of preparing Star Children for life on Earth was shown to me to help me understand that we now recognize how critically important this is at this time. My helping with this task provides me with a way of reconciling the related challenges I’ve experienced.


This night and morning fit a pattern I’ve noticed for me on weekend nights, or whenever I’ve been able to sleep late the next morning. It seems that the majority of my sleep is spent in resting the body and mind. The dreams I have during this time are usually vague and I can’t remember much.

However, if I’m able to go back to sleep and get a good cycle in (1.5 – 3 hours), that’s when I usually have a meaningful clarity dream that I can recall in some detail.

Also, I think I did a better job of focusing on my Dream Intention last night and this morning, than I had the two previous nights, so that seemed to help.

Dream 27 April 2013

April 27, 2013

Dream 27 April 2013

In a house, dirty dishes in sink, talking with woman, who is she? Look more…

Main thing was feeling. Feeling of familiarity, rejoining with loved ones to talk about things that have happened, and next steps…

Dream 25 April 2013

April 25, 2013

Dream 25 April 2013

This info has three parts. It’s in response to a request by my dear friend and spirit sister Lisa, and it includes a dream I had last night, what I learned about Hitsusi and the dream upon waking, and the process I used to sleep and dream. I’m going to write a little about the sleep process first, so I can use these notes in another series of posts I’m working on about this. If you’d like to jump directly to my dream, it’s about 4 paragraphs ahead, and then what I received specifically about Hitsusi as Lisa has seen him lies about 12 paragraphs ahead.

Request About Hitsusi

Last night, I went to sleep using the method given to me last weekend, asking to be given insight into Hutsusi, the draconian being that Lisa met several days ago. I had gone back through the messages I could find related to him (I understand him to have predominately male energy, with hints of androgyny/hermaphroditism).

I had been seeking a connection with him for a couple days, with little result. The closest I could get of a sense of things was that it was possible for me to make this connection, but there was some mutual reluctance.

My inner vision and towards-sleep concentration were quite blurry, and it occurred to me that maybe I should have had a beer before going to bed! I’ve got several other topics swirling around in my awareness right now, and they kept popping up.

I started out sleeping on my side in a Dream Yoga position, but I realized that might be causing the blurriness, so I rolled over into my back, wrapped my puffy pillow around my head to steady it, and aces my hands over the third chakra, left hand over my right. I remembered the steps I’d been given a few days before, and tried them. I still wanted more clarity, so I tried the golden cord visualization, and I think I managed to drift while somewhat holding this. I remembered that the most important point is to place the mind in the trust and belief that the requested dream will arise.

Dream 25 April 2013

I find myself in a building with a woman who appears to be a Guide. The one-story building reminds me of 1950’s military housing. It feels like we’re in a compound. We’re looking out a large plate-glass picture window, onto a courtyard. There’s a similar building just across the paved courtyard.

Outside it’s raining torrentially. A strong wind blows, and thunder pounds even though it’s daylight and I don’t see any lightning.

Out in the rain sits a small “vehicle”. I could describe it as looking like a baby carriage or toy car, although it’s not really either. Its shape is quite rounded yet oblong, and it appears to be made of plastic. A tall thin protrusion rises out of the rear, like a handle or a canopy. It’s made of the same material, but at its top extends a fabric/membrane structure, shaped much like a bat/dragon wing or an umbrella turned inside out.

The wind whips the canopy violently, but I’m more alarmed to see a small baby sitting in the “cockpit” of the vehicle, grasping tightly at the canopy, trying to hold it down while the rain and wind drench and blow the little person.

I go outside to rescue the baby, retrieve the vehicle, do whatever it is that I instinctively know I must do.

I bring the baby inside, and wrap her in a soft thick blue-gray cotton blanket.

I know telepathically that the baby was left there by her ‘sister’ as a foundling, and I fervently want to know why and how this could happen. I’m angry and frustrated and astonished.

My Guide calms me and sympathetically says, “Don’t worry about it for now, we can talk about it when you recover.”

These are the Ghost Radar words generated while I slept:
[2:41:12 AM : needle
2:40:56 AM : sheet
2:40:48 AM : customs
2:40:16 AM : you’re
2:40:08 AM : widely
2:38:48 AM : half
1:15:36 AM : major
1:06:40 AM : oxygen
1:02:08 AM : cast
12:53:04 AM : applied
12:20:48 AM : label
12:18:48 AM : cut
12:10:24 AM : story
11:56:40 PM : donkey
11:56:32 PM : people
11:55:52 PM : just
11:55:20 PM : Atlantic
11:54:16 PM : cross
11:54:08 PM : friendly
11:52:56 PM : China
11:50:48 PM : monkey
11:50:24 PM : rapidly
11:46:16 PM : pour
11:45:28 PM : practical
11:45:12 PM : loss
11:44:16 PM : trap
11:44:08 PM : ten]

I woke from the dream, still fuzzy, things still hidden. I lay in bed for a few minutes to see if more would come, but shortly sat up to see if I could connect with Hitsusi and learn more: what did this dream have to do with him?

Here are things I saw while I sat in meditation:

• In the darkness, a soft golden oval shape of light appears, filling my vision. A horizontal surface appears in silhouette, like a black slash across the bottom of the oval. Standing in this surface I see a tiny figure in silhouette: tall and slender, humanoid but with a slightly large smooth head, shaped a bit like an incandescent light bulb. I know this is NOT Hitsusi, but someone associated with him, watching something from a great distance. There’s another thin black horizontal streak at his waist level. I think it’s a railing or a console. I think he’s watching from a ship or overview platform.
• I’m on a high Tibetan plateau. Sunny, green meadow. All around I see brilliant snow-peaked tips of the Himalayas.
• I get a glimpse of a cockpit or deck if a ship… Water… No, it’s a fluid, but not water. I’m reminded of a dragon portal to Inner Earth that I saw a few weeks ago. Amniotic fluid. A fin/petal/leaf/membrane/seaweed sweeps down from above, over a pilot’s seat. Adca Mupea, and my visit with her on the Oracle ship… That’s the origin of this craft.
• This is such a different dimension, density. Not higher in terms of development, but a higher frequency, lower amplitude vibration. Yields fluid instead of air… Viscosity of water… Breathing not necessary (why do humans breathe?) Cockpit has console, a globe-shaped light glows faintly below… Top of a head? Someone sitting? Yes, it’s Adca.
• Understanding: Hitsusi in another dimension. Denser. I don’t want to go there. It’s not negative, it just doesn’t resonate with me, feels unpleasant, like goo on the skin. I want to wipe it off, leave…
• I see the woven particles and waves diagram I’ve been working on. Hitsusi is in a dimension we only overlap with infrequently. Why portal? Why hard for me to see? Connection requires a very precise calibration, this is why he was amazed to see Lisa.
• To create portals we need to adjust our vibration. I don’t want to go to that vibration, I find it disorienting.
• Pendulums resonate with the holder’s vibration. The pendulum establishes the ‘baseline’, and from there we can explore, both within a range from that vibration, and along octaves of that vibration (like in music).
• When I’m done with this connection I need to re-orient. I had to read something I’d written from a more resonant guide to help with this, tune back in to a more comfortable vibe.
• Purpose? Connecting worlds. Permeable. Advantage? Energy, technology, knowledge, but not significantly advanced spiritually. Like with humans, beings along this vibe range widely in intention and wisdom. Caution. Portals merit discriminating wisdom, discernment. Don’t open them without clear intention. Protection alone does not ensure progress. Do not ‘play’ with these overlapping edges without being willing to accept consequences.

These are the Ghost Radar words generated while I sat: [6:39:44 AM : wrote bet plastic throw identity straight classroom noise the Ben supper cloud write modern
6:15:20 AM : strike]

As I typed this up, more information came, and I understand a little better the significance if the dream and the sitting.

Somehow, that baby in the vehicle in the storm is me. Somehow, the water, storm, and vehicle relate to a lifetime I experienced related to these beings and the ‘dimension’ of Hitsusi. Something traumatic happened (it could simply have been birth…), and healing is still taking place. In time and progress, more will become available to me, but for now (today), it’s enough that I just share this with Lisa and my other friends and get back to other tasks. I’ll learn more when I’m ready. It’s not for me to push for more information about this right now.

Dream 24 April 2013

April 24, 2013

Dream 24 April 2013

Two separate dreams, no waking in between.


I’m in a place with other people… Someone who feels like my son is there with me, a toddler I’m caring for (not necessarily my offspring): very young, quiet, bald/blond. Independent and not always obeying my instructions, like my son was when he was small. Not defiant, just off on his own, absorbed in his own stuff.

Mainly I’m talking with others, as we walk through houses, rooms, buildings, that seem not very clear and blending into one another. One man in particular sticks in my memory, and I learn later this is Mikos. I had asked to meet Mikos while dreaming, and to receive some understanding about our relationship.

We all visit a beach, beside a vast lake or ocean near Porthologos. At some point I “go in” and gather information. There’s a huge structure made of what appears to be metal. It’s a wheel, standing vertically like a Ferris wheel. It’s made of a boxy truss that’s formed into a gigantic ring. Like a crane tower that’s been bent into a circle. One may climb inside it or onto it, and move from compartment to compartment within it. Each compartment allows access to different packets of information. The type of information ranges widely, from memories to future projections, to data and statistics to storage of knowledge of how various worlds “work”, and the laws related to them.


I start at my then-present ground level, and begin to make my way “up”. In each compartment, one may recline into something like a sleeping position, which also resembles an astronaut reclining in a space capsule.

Once installed into a position, a large transparent surface appears suspended over one’s lap, like a big viewing screen. Once the screen activates, the viewer is drawn in, becoming a participant rather than an onlooker.

As I write my notes, I see a close resemblance between this device and the Buddhist Wheel of Life, an image depicting how we move through various realms/dimensions from lifetime to lifetime.

20130427-235304.jpg(See this link for an interactive tour of the Wheel of Life)

I sit and go through a series of these access pods. I understand that this “structure” may take on almost any form, to suit the comfort and familiarity of the participant. In some instances, it may be intended to register some sort of alarm, shock or jolt, to trigger a reaction or incite a particular insight or state of mind. In my case, the compartments and their aspects appear like a collage of architectural and computer-related components; I can relate to and describe these.

At some point I emerge from a session, resuming my awareness of sitting in a reclining position in a structure, up very high in the air. I look to my left (it seems this wheel is potentially one of many arranged side by side) to find the little boy has climbed up into a wheel beside me, trying to reach me. [evidence] I become concerned that he [children] may fall, but I can’t reach him to secure him. [hurry] I also cannot disengage from my position [until scientist] because I’m still “caught” in the midst of a module of some kind of experience. I’m also concerned that if I reach for him, I may slip out of position and that might disrupt the [got] process of my “experience” in a way that could disrupt others or the system itself. So it’s very important that I stay “inside”.

(I think this refers to an effect of suicide, or our trying to force our lives to take a particular direction.)

Almost immediately a man appears. He’s tall, with light brown skin, dark eyes and curly black hair, very kind and careful. He’s assessing the situation to see what action is best taken. His attire is initially unremarkable, similar to what I’m wearing in the dream, but it’s capable of transforming, just like the wheel. Two people hover behind him, a woman and another man, just sort of looking on in case help is needed.

I explain that I can’t reach “my son” and I’m concerned for his safety, can they please help. The dark man calmly and gently explains that he’ll do what he can, but it requires the boy’s cooperation; he can’t just yank him out of the apparatus, because the boy’s become engaged in a lifetime of his own.

(I realize the wheels represent the cycle of lifetimes of individuals, and segments where we align side by side represent shared lifetimes. Each segment is a lifetime or a period of a lifetime/incarnation.)

The man assures me that the boy will be fine. If he managed to climb to that point on his own, he seems quite capable of staying there until we’re both able to disengage.

(This reminds me of being told when my son in this life was quite young that he is actually one of my teachers, and has appeared as a being with autism in order to help me. I have never felt pity for him, because in many ways he’s far more capable of handling this life than I am! In fact I admire him greatly.)

https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/images/cleardot.gifThe scene shifts. I seem to enter into another screen/episode. In doing this, the structure of the wheels and screens fade from awareness, just like a forgotten dream, and I become fully engrossed in the next segment.

The next thing I know, I find myself reclining (in the same position) on the sand of a sunny beach, with the toddler snuggled up beside me, resting against my arm.

End of Dream.

(The following are notes I made about the meanings I received from this dream, in response to my requests before sleeping.)

Mikos: ‘Librarian’, Keeper of Wheels. Vast nature as a distinct individual consciousness. Not entirely individual. The others hovering behind him represent other, additional, aspects, available for manifestation if needed.

Mikos: A figure playing a husband’s role in one segment of a wheel (as husband of Angès, see this link), playing other roles in other segments, in other wheels. Just like the little boy/’son’, just like me. He’s nothing more than an instance to play out, an example or illustration to consider. From a dream I had last year, my attachment over our separation comes from my anger & resentment about this lifetime. All segments intertwine and affect one another in blatant or subtle ways. Allow the anger and resentment to fade, release the sense of victimhood, the sense of feeling trapped against my will [Greece], allow for change and new opportunities, and anything becomes possible. Turn the wheel another click or two.


I’m with a female guide… And again my son is there also. We’re looking at a city from a great distance. In fact, it’s an entire world. As I’m typing I realize we were being shown a variety of worlds.

The first begins with our being inside a large city. The city itself is generally pyramid-shaped, much like Mont-St.Michel in France. Structures spiral up and cascade down, made of many materials combined, and although there appears to be gravity, there’s a sense of weightlessness and great light.

My companions and I zoom out from the island-city, and from a distance I can see that the city perches atop a tremendous crystal shaft that’s many times the height of the city.


It floats in “space”, and from there I seem to see it mostly in silhouette. Its overall colors are deep purple, grayish-purplish-white, and a reddish brown. After looking a bit through Internet photos, I realize the colors are similar to an Auralight elestial crystal.

I notice something about the view of the city, as it changes from a perspective from within the city to a perspective from a great distance. Its appearance shifts and the articulation and colors change. While in the midst of it, it seems very architectural and man-made, designed and planned. Delicately detailed, and at times quite simple in expression.

I’m reminded of a day this past February, when I watched a tiny wisp of cloud in an otherwise perfectly clear sky. Within the span of 5 minutes or so, the wisp developed and grew from just that, into a moderate-sized fluffy cloud. It floated a bit to the east and then dissipated as smoothly and quickly as it had appeared. I stood for a moment, admiring the expanse of clear blue empty sky, soaking up the sheer phenomena of appearance and disappearance that unfolded so spontaneously.

This city had a similar aspect, in that it seemed to have appeared spontaneously and magically, fully formed and simply present. As I looked at it from a great distance, the silhouette darkened and eventually faded.

I turned with my Guide (shades of Dickens’ A Christmas Carol), and next I saw a vast globe floating in space. It was shaped like a sphere that had stretched vertically, and it revolved gently and slowly on axis.

It was colored much like the crystal city, in red-purple earth tones with gray and white accents. This world, however, was solid and opaque. A soft sheen emanated from its surface.

I sensed that this dream imagery related to the previous dream about the wheels of worlds and experience. My Guide zipped me back and forth between close and distant views, and it seems we even bounced back and forth between these worlds and some of my more familiar dream ones, and even ones that seemed similar to my waking world.

It felt like an exercise, a lesson that was somehow being expounded through repetition. Bouncing, whirling, ricocheting, world after world until it might finally register to me that we experience (or at least I do…) life after life, in rapid succession and illusory tandem.

Seeing these processes brought me a deep sense of peace and scale. I found relief in the recurrence of opportunity and delight in the variety of experience. I woke with a light heart and a new levity about even the most (presumably) annoying burrs that have been pricking me lately.

It occurs to me that I’ve experienced a significant shift this week, an upward turn. I see two things that I’ve done differently with my mind/attitude, and I sense they’re at least partially responsible for my finding myself in a more pleasant world.

Over the weekend, and for a couple weeks up until then, I’d been dwelling in a sense of limitation and inevitability. I wasn’t quite despondent, I just couldn’t see beyond a few things that felt like heavy weights. I was frustrated with my Guides and the apparent lack of shift in areas where I wanted change.

I did a little complaining, asking my Guides if there wasn’t something that could be done to make things a little more easy and clear.

I got a nudge that I needed to get out of The Past and The Unknown. I needed to shift out of trying to second-guess Tomorrow. If I spend energy trying to figure out how to avoid future discomfort, I use that energy to generate the very outcome I tend to squirm about.

I looked around me. In the moment, all is well. In fact, it’s quite good. So what’s most likely to change the tone of that? Worry and doubt. Regret and doubt.

My friend Steve had told me that for those of us wishing to manifest a beautiful new world, the least shred of doubt could tear it all apart. I winced when I heard that, knowing he was right, and knowing that I was very likely creating my own undesired outcome.

But I couldn’t get my head around shifting. It’s tough when we see clearly what we need to do, and we also see that we’re the only ones stopping ourselves, and yet we know we just haven’t hit that point yet, the point when we get the clarity to act for change. Historically, when I see that spot but feel stuck, I find a way to bulldoze through, and then wait for the consequences. For the most part I’ve lived by the philosophy that it was better to move and make things happen, and deal with the clean-up (or leave it for others). Sitting and waiting and seeing what happens, what arises, have not come naturally in this lifetime for me.

This month, my Guides have been very clear: Just sit. In sitting, I noticed that the lack of nudges were nudges in themselves.

So I’ve really been trying to stay in the moment, in pregnant possibility.

I’ve also noticed some curious body shifts. It’s been clear that it’s energetic, and it involves shifting and clearing.

The third thing I’ve been trying is asking to be shown, asking to understand, in ways that can help me grasp how my conditions could possibly be beneficial. Where does it all lead? Movement felt dead, I felt like I was powerless to affect any change. I’ve been trying to ask patiently, but I’ve become more specific in what I’m asking for.

The last thing I’ll mention is that I received the dream request instructions, and for the past two nights I’ve been using them.