& Weird, Wild & Wonderful Dreams
Thursday, December 18, 2014,
— The other day, the day the troubled Iranian guy held hostages in Australia and two of them ended up dead along with him, I dreamed a friend I used to work with was very upset. She had married a Muslim man and was worried that she and her children might be targetted anywhere they went.
— The next day’s -or night’s- dreams were more along the lines of ‘interesting plots for possible stories’ I dreamed I had been ‘targetted’ and conditioned by very dark evil black ops types to wipe out the memories of whoever my ‘handlers’ sent me after. But someone who had been through a similar program and ‘escaped’ saw me, recognized the symptoms and ‘awakened’ me to what had happened. I had a rough few days remembering everybody whose minds I had wiped clean and been ordered to forget about myself. I spent the rest of the dream walking up behind my handlers, putting my hands on either side of their heads and saying, “Reboot-” and watching them drop to the ground and wake up completely useless with their memories completely wiped clean. I almost woke up a couple times during the dream and then saw another bad guy and went back into the dream and ‘reboot’ed him.
— Today. Wow- I was trying to contact my higher self and finer angels to make sure I was on the right track with what I’m writing, and how it’s coming out. I was ready to drop everything if I learned it would cause more harm than good. I fell asleep for a few minutes after asking “What would please God the most?” – and received several story plots, I mean I saw full color action sequences from a couple different kinds of stories. And then, hovering between dreams and being fully awake, I saw what I believed was my higher self, at least eight feet tall with a huge wingspan, with his features bathed in so much white light I couldn’t tell what his face looked like, I could only tell that he looked human. I then saw a child, a girl, and I was fairly certain she would be my daughter in my next life. I had a hard time seeing her mother, and later saw a woman with slightly red – medium brown hair and very green eyes. She just smiled at me and wouldn’t tell me if she was the girl’s mother or not. And then I saw quite a few scenes in rapid succession, all of them in brilliant daylight. And— I saw what I was told was coming very soon in this life, I was a panelist at what looked to me like a Science Fiction – Fantasy Convention in a room where mostly women were quizzing me about the finer points of writing and editing their novels and non fiction books. I saw me signing a contract and somebody told me, “This will be in this coming January-” — I wanted to read the contract very closely before I signed anything.
—Yup, today was a definite “Wow and a half!”
— I should stop here and see how the format works.
Thursday, December 18, 2014 -( -1°C / +30°F & Still Snowing here )- @ 6:15 Atlantic Time,
I just woke up from a dream that a guy I’ve known all my adult life went into another room and came back completely transformed into a woman. When he bent over toward me (s)he definitely had female ‘equipment’ inside her pajamas. She told me that dressing like that made her feel young and alive and ‘amorous’ and said in so many words, she wanted an answer to the unspoken ‘How about you and me-?’ by the next morning. In the dream I wondered how I would tell my old friend that I wouldn’t be able to go along with a physical relationship, that, if I had met the woman without ever having known the man it might be different- but overnight my friend became the victim of a hate crime. A young grandchild was very confused about how his grandfather and grandmother could both be buried inside the same casket. They were the only grandparents the boy had ever known. The answer we gave the child was, “They loved each other very much and wanted to be together even in death.” This didn’t cure the boy’s grieving, but it looked like it ‘sort of made sense’, and we figured that was something.
Friday, Conversations with my Daughter from my Next Life
Friday, December 19th, 2014, -( -2°C / +28°F & I think it stopped snowing >>—> @1:40 am in Atlantic Canada )-
— Cathi told me about an exercise – How to hang out and talk with your guardian angels and check out your past and future stuff.
— You say a prayer of protection and surround yourself with the Christ light, then go up a flight of stairs, open a door and find yourself in your hallway. Not sure which hallway, but you’re there. In that hallway you ask God to put a blue flame in through the top of your head and down to your heart and then, holding that flame (And Saint Michael’s attention) you can go open doors to the past and future and do all sorts of good things, like checking in to make sure the book you’re writing is on track, is what God wants you to write, will generate more light than heat, etc.
— Okay, so I got a couple things backward, or inside out, and bathed in the blue flame coming down through my head while I was inside the very bright white Christ Light. and then I went up the stairs. Twice in two days I have been met at a landing at the top of the stairs by a young girl. Yesterday I thought she might be my daughter from my next life. I didn’t have enough presence of mind to ask her what her name is, or what it will be in that next life or anything like that. I just knew she was my daughter, and didn’t know for sure when she was or will be my daughter. Yesterday I was almost shocked by how clear an image I had of her. The landing was also quite clear, it was at the top of a flight of cement or adobe stairs. It had about a three and a half feet high wall, maybe to protect young ones from falling down the stairs, There was a lot of light coming down from a window that was one more flight of stairs above this level, and the cement or adobe was smoothly rounded and it was a golden-reddish-brown colour. I caught flashes of other people clearly yesterday, a woman with reddish-light-brown hair and green eyes who I guessed might be the girl’s mother, but she wasn’t around for long and I didn’t get to ask her anything. She was there, she smiled a cheshire cat smile and had to go somewhere else. My daughter stood there patiently and smiled and didn’t seem to expect anything from me and didn’t seem impatient, or like she expected anything. I was just kind of really surprised and happy that I saw her.
— Today, at the top of the same stairs, there she was, like she’d been sitting there waiting for me. Today she was wearing a red plaid skirt and jacket, like a school uniform. And a white cotton blouse. I had enough presence of mind to ask her who she was. She told me she is, or would be, my daughter in my next life. I asked about her mother, she told me that her mother and I love each other very much. I asked her where we lived, what was the house like, she told me she couldn’t tell me that, not yet. Very shortly after that I was disturbed in the real world back down here by a large black dog bursting into the room as Cathi had come home from work while I was busy trying to check out the Spiritual realm.
Saturday, December 20, 2014 -( -7°C / +19°F – dark and ‘clear’ @ 2:00 am in Atlantic Canada )-
— Today, I was slightly depressed and went to get some rest around noon. I had just settled back into my pillow and pulled the blankets up around me when I ‘saw’ Evelyn in my ‘mind’s eye’. She came and got me and took my hand and led me up the stairs, waited while I asked for the blue flame to come through my crown and down into my heart. Then she pointed to a large window I hadn’t noticed before. Outside the window was a very green forested area.
— The actual Dream: I think I jumped right into dreaming when I wondered what was outside the window, I dreamed I was settling down to sleep in a small cottage near the top of steep hillside. Where I was the hillside went down, rocky and steep at first and then more gradually to an ocean shore. A little farther up the coast from there the hillside hadn’t been worn down over the ages, but was a cliffside, with a narrow bit of ‘beach’ and lots of huge boulders, many of which were still squared off and hadn’t been weathered/eroded much, some of them slightly out into the water, some right at the base of the cliffs. I felt like I would be exploring my new home after resting for the night in that cottage.
— I was inside a rustic barn or other common building that might have been a community centre. People there were playing role playing games with small metallic figures representing them on a table that had been ‘landscaped’ with other role players teaming up in groups to form villages they were designing, that they would be creating outside in the real world after tweaking the designs and deciding what they liked best about the model buildings they were making and then placing in various spots on the model landscape. My character had built a home that was not in any village centre, but close enough, he went to the nearest village and talked to ‘people’ who were planning a wedding of their characters. They had a ‘Pope’ figurine who traveled from village to village and I thought I would like to attend the wedding because I hadn’t been to a church service in a while and missed something about that.
More Adventures In Dreamland
Sunday, December 21st, 2014 – -( -3°C / +27°F & not snowing at the moment in our little corner of Atlantic Canada )-
—Fairly vivid dream. I was in some place that looked a lot like New Haven, Connecticut to me. I was ‘told’ I was a blind guy with a sports car, trying to get home and had to depend on people I might not be able to trust to drive me and my car home. I didn’t think it was strange that I could see all this, and the odd collection of possible bad guys I was supposed to choose from. After I woke up I thought that I’d been through a strange computer game scenario. Shrug- I could have been receiving an idea somebody else was trying to bounce off me to see if it worked.
—Conversation with my future daughter: I told her I was afraid that I would disappoint her. What if the book I’m writing gets so bogged down in weird stuff, either internally, like impossible plot dilemmas, or externally, like nobody wants to read it? eek- She responded that I can’t disappoint her. That was all she said. I said, “I’m afraid of disappointing you.” She said, “You can’t-“
—I didn’t make it up the stairs today, I guess I worked too long on book stuff and news stuff and all that-
— But she’s still there, smiling. Loving me? Waiting for me to get my act together in my next life? On one hand, “Wow-” On the other, “Eeek?”
—oh my goodness,
Early In The Morning
Monday, December 22nd, 2014 -(-3°C / +27°F quite grey and dark at 7:45 am here in Atlantic Canada )-
— At least 2 parter:
— 1) I didn’t think I did much with Evelyn before noon yesterday.
— 2) Dream: I dreamed I started a new job and was getting along well, liked the people I worked with and they liked me. We had something to do with mail or packages. But then my father was there and he told me he didn’t think he could continue to drive me to work and I would have to either quit or find another way to get to work.
— etc.) Real World: Feeling stuck for where to go, what to include and what not to include in this novel I am going ‘gangbusters’ on, I reached for Evelyn’s consciousness and asked her to help me. I immediately knew I’d made connection and that she was thrilled that I would ask for her help.
— Much later: After midnight. -We have an appointment at 1:00 pm today, I was thinking I should get some sleep at a more normal time than usual; trying to connect with my ‘higher Self’, trying to connect with Evelyn, I found Evelyn in her play clothes, couldn’t see her face as clearly as usual. I also found a blond woman at the bottom of the stairs to my higher-Self-land. She had shortish blond hair and a roundish face. She told me she would be my wife, Evelyn’s mother in that next life, and said, yes, she did appear to me as a redhead the first time I saw Evelyn, said she was busy -like maybe still alive down here in this life and caught up in a bunch of things to do with that- and couldn’t always be there in higher Self land.
— They brought me up the stairs to my now familiar landing, at the masonry or adobe half walls and now brighter windows, and turned me around and led me through a mundane door to a smallish hallway, not the main corridor up there. They turned me toward the window that Evelyn had shown me last time. And Jesus was standing there, radiating light. -totally unexpected- He reminded me that yes, that was Him that came to me in a dream when I was about 5 years old and had offered to lead me out into the woods behind my grandparents’s house near the river in Stratford, and yes, He would have shown me some of the things that Evelyn is showing me now. He told me that Evelyn is ’empowered’ to answer any question I have and doesn’t have to check in with any higher authorities, in her state, she is always connected to them anyway. She’s smiling at me now, happy that I realize that. Also, Jesus teleported me, and Evelyn and maybe her mother, out into a very brilliantly lit field with many flowers blooming everywhere, where the only bugs were butterflies. And then He took us beyond -I’m still holding Evelyn’s hand- to a waterfall, again very bright, mostly pastel water splashing warmly on a spot that is perfect to bathe and have all this warm wonderful healing water splash over you and send rivers of healing energy through you. The last thing He did before he left was touch my heart. “You will feel younger, you will feel healthier. We are not going to make you look much younger, that might alert some of the wrong people and cause you more trouble than it might be worth.” I wanted to get down on my knees and Thank Him. He said my heartfelt thanks were more precious than lowering myself in His presence. Reminded me of a saying, ‘The Lord appreciates me when I pray, But He Loves it when I sing and dance in the Joy of his Divine Presence.’
— Back to reality? I was flooded with knowing what I should pop into this chapter and some of the things that need to come in -in the near future. I should not get hyper critical about anything yet, just write it all out and edit it when the story line is all out there. I have a feeling this will take a few more than 300,000 words.
Thursday, December 25th, 2014 -( +2°C / +36°F & raining here in Atlantic Canada @ 1:30 am Atlantic Time )-
“Boof,” -Kind of sums it all up- But he’s got a nice warm fire to bask near and two cats to torture and lots of deer and neighbours to bark at. What more could a dog ask for? You really don’t think he’s depressed because we didn’t get him a pair of those silly antlers, do you?
Happy Ho Ho to all
and to all a good “Boof!”
My Higher Self Has Wings
Thursday, December 25th, 2014 -( +11°C / +52°F & Raining quite loudly out there at 1:54 pm on Christmas Day here in the Maritimes. )-
— I was feeling a bit ‘off’ as I was waking up. I’d awakened earlier, saw the clock at 10:31 and thought I’d slept all day, but I woke up enough to raise my head and realized the love of my life was sleeping beside me and fell back into the pillows feeling a little bit better. Sometime around 11:00 am I woke up again and wanted to connect with Evelyn and my higher self.
— I’d tried to clear away doubts and relax away any tension I was feeling. I’d tried to pull all the swords and daggers out of my back and body and then all the hooks and wires that have been placed there by those who ‘know not what they do’ and have no claim on me, no matter how hard they try to convince themselves and me that they do. It was a struggle. I fell asleep in the process and now that I was waking up again, I blasted myself with white light and exploded through the neighborhood, out into the rain and fog and confusion of this world. I’m in a section where the confusion and delusion is a little bit less prevalent, but it’s still there, I could see it in people’s grumpy looks the other day when we were out and about.
— And so I lay there, in the dark, feeling the light cleanse away the tension and schnarr of the confused and deluded world that is trying its damnedest to hold on and regain the power it is losing.
— I haven’t been able to get up to the lighter realms in a couple days. I felt like I’ve been letting Evelyn down. I know she said I can’t disappoint her, I was thinking I was disappointing myself. I couldn’t find the stairs. I stood, facing east and called for angelic help. I visualized the blue flame coming down as a ball of fire, but it stayed just above my head. Then I saw Archangel Michael’s hands bringing the flame down through my crown, down to my heart centre. Once the flame was there it flared up and expanded and blew away boundaries and pushed my shields out to surround and envelope this area and especially the deer who have come to depend on us. The white light brilliantly surrounded the blue and the highly polished mirror surface beyond that would let nothing get through that wasn’t divine.
— The Angels picked me up and flew me above the stairs and brought me in through the window up there. Evelyn looked surprised that I would come in that way. I was thinking that someone would show me a door, but no, they flew me up higher, and I thought I was the one who gave Evelyn wings to fly with us, though she flew below me, I don’t know why.
— We flew up to Metatron’s Hall up there. It was dark. It was night. I didn’t think it could get that dark that close to the Eternal Light. But I looked around and there were several other great halls on various hills above the fog and darkness of night. The angels or archangels or both told me that we should wait there for the most spectacular dawn I could imagine. I turned and saw a figure who was cloaked in light and mist, like he’d turned on the mist to tone down his light so it wouldn’t interfere with our waiting for the dawn. Perhaps the mist was because his energy was so powerful I might not have been able to stand it. This figure had huge wings. Unfurled and very white, they had to be three times his height and this guy was tall, very tall. I thought it might have been Metatron himself, but one of the angels smiled and told me, no, that was my higher self and Evelyn smiled at me with a ‘knowing’ light in her eyes and on her face, thinking, “We’ve been waiting for you to realize this about yourself.”
— In April of 2013, Our friend, Allan Greene, took us on a journey to meet our higher selves and explore pertinent previous lives and get a glimpse of the future. He’s the one who smiled and told me that I was, like he is, a ‘Metatron Angel’ and he explained, “Many people can change other people’s minds, we can change their souls-” I was thinking I could possibly be an apprentice in this group or category of being, but I didn’t know what my qualifications were and whether or not I could live up to the challenge of accepting that responsibility.
— So there I am, sitting in the balcony at the edge of Metatron’s Great Hall at the edge of Eternity, waiting for the Dawn to come and show me the way with Archangels and angels in attendance and Evelyn by my side.
— I look down and see Cathi sleeping beside my body down there on Earth, while I’m up here in an Eternal Realm, and wonder what her place in all this might be. I certainly owe her a lot. I couldn’t have gotten this far without her.
— 2:25 pm Christmas Day, 2014 —
Saturday, Another Wonderful Adventure in the Higher Realms
Saturday, December 27th, 2014 -( +4°C / +39°F , Sunny & bridght at 10:44 am in Atlantic Canada )-
— Adventures with higher self: Cathi told me she asked Archangel Raphael how my health was doing and Raphael answered, “He can ask me that himself-” I responded to Cathi, “Yeah, but you are much better at understanding what the answers are, I’m still running interference with myself and don’t always know whether I’ve gotten a real message or imagined something through my ego.”
— First, let me repeat Doreen Virtue’s “8 signs that you’ve been in contact with Raphael-” (1) Green Sparklies in the air around you. Emerald green. Yup – I see that a lot. Usually -at night- I see whole fields of green in the air- And in one memorable dream right after my father died, I saw myself coming down a flight of stairs after meditating and noticed emerald green fields of light all aound when I glanced out through a window. I came down into what I thought was a house that had once been a storefront. I saw my mother there, in a blue snuggly sitting in a rocking chair- My sister Sharon was there smiling at me. I took this to mean my mother would not be so shaken up by my father’s death that she would leave us too. That was in 1995. She’s still with us, so is my sister Sharon. (2) Messages in license plates. I thought that was a family thing. Everybody in my family noticed stuff in license plates, sometimes just numbers, sometimes messages and jokes. Yesterday, we drove an hour and a half away to pick up Cathi’s son who has a doctor’s appointment on Monday -and came back. We hadn’t gone far when a Jeep wihizzed past us and Cathi said something, I thought she was complaining about people speeding, but asked, and she said “The license plate said ‘Jim’ and smiled at me.” (3) Encountering Raphael’s name in unexpected places. (4) Seeing Raphael as a physical presence. (5) Feeling heat, tingling or vibrations. -Yup, been there, done that- I remember praying for somebody in the 70’s who was going through a very rough time. The centre of my chest suddenly felt very warm and without actually hearing this with physical ears I could not doubt that I was being asked, “Who are you praying for and where does he live?” -Wow- (6) Finding books on health. – I know people who called themselves ‘seekers’ who would have books jump off shelves in front of them in book stores- All I had to do was wander into a book store and feel a question I needed answered and wander around for a while and I would find a book. I remember one dream I was waking up from, I heard a masculine voice say, “He should have read the book about the Moslem Mystics,” and saw a book open in front of me on page 258 with a minaret in the background. Later that week I found the book “The Sufis” by Idries Shah in one of my favourite bookstores, opened it to page 258, and no, it wasn’t word for word what I’d read in the dream, but it was the book I was looking for. That wonderful book store isn’t there any more, in a mall that has been torn down. 🙁 (7) Hearing sounds and music. Like wondering whether you should take a chance on a new job or a new friend, turn the corner and hear the Byrds singing the Jackie DeShannon song, “Don’t doubt yourself-” (8) Hearing whispers and suggestions. -a lot of hunches fit into this category.
— Okay, after we’d made the trip there and back again I wasn’t feeling wonderful, I wanted my quite time, I went into the bedroom and closed the door and turned off the lights and asked for angelic help clearing away any distractions, putting up shields and blashing the world full of white light. I asked Evelyn to come get me, and asked for Michael and any helpers Michael might have with him to come and make sure all the daggers and swords and slings and arrows and buckshot and hooks and ropes and other snags fell right through me, formed a mummy image of myself and floated into a mirkaba that flew up the edge of the Eternal Light Realm and released my muumy self with all the hooks lines and sinkers into the light- Michael on my left and another brilliant angel or Archangel on my right and Evelyn with her wings flying up below me, they zoomed me up through the clouds into the light and into another brilliant cloud up there and brought me down through a window that did not shatter and I recognized the spot, the landing at the top of my stairs, – We looked around and I saw the window that was new last week and the mundane looking door I went through last week and they walked me around and through an archway this time into a kind of lounge outside my great hall in the sky- and I looked around, “Is Raphael here?” and heard, “Of course I am.” And Evelyn took my hand and led me into a meditation chapel. The chapel was all very white and had three Hindu Indian looking Ensconsed recesses in the back wall that were perfect for meditating in. Cushions at just the right height, The whole recesses were something like eighteen inches above the floor. I immediately realized the room was expandable. If there were only a couple of us there, the altar was close, if there were a lot of people there with us the altar would slide back and lots of comfortable seats and pillows and pews would pop up. Clever architechture- The altar had all kinds of symbols and meditation aids behind it, or inside it or something. I saw hints of Crosses, Crucifixes, Menorahs, Stars, Six pointed Stars, seven pointed stars, nine pointed stars. Mazes in the shapes of parcheesi boards, Russian Orthodox paintings, Tibetan paintings, all remaining just out of sight for anybody who needed or wanted something familiar. And this was my own private meditation chapel in the sky, off of my own private great hall? Wow- So I sat in the middle of the three recesses in the back. Evelyn sat at my left and my blindingly brilliant higher self sat on my right. I saw the photos of the SRF Gurus come into focus on the altar. I saw at least three of the six Gurus who are committed to SRF come into focus and give a little more light, or a blessing, or a ‘Darshan’ to the Chapel. And then the huge Green Archangel, almost humourously asking if that was the kind of entrance I needed to really impress me. I asked to have my lines of communication with the Divine healed, that anything starting to go with my body here be healed that my heart and soul and spirit be revitalized as much as we could, and asked for advice about how to keep my spiritual healing abilities as fully charged as I could get them.
— Raphael took us to a healing springs where we sat in a cosmic jacuzzi of bubbling emerald green water. Evelyn giggled and hugged me a bunch of times and then Rapael brought us to a room where He was training healers to work on anyone who had asked to be healed and he was giving Evelyn pointers and showing her how to focus the healing energies just right and she felt the energies roaring through her and had a great time, feeling super-energized and wonderful- I was slightly embarassed when she sent some energy into an old wound, an injury I suffered that caused a distended intestine, that was pretty close to my crotch. But she wasn’t at all worried about that. She asked if I wanted her to be a healer and I said I wanted her to be whatever she wanted to be, and she turned and beamed a smile to somebody I couldn’t see that seemed to tell me that she was telling that somebody, “Hey, we made a fantastic choice when we decided that this guy was going to be my father.” Raphael asked her to focus on something in my right thigh, a spot I felt cold when White Wolf the First Nations/ Native American Senior Elder first began coming around either as a huge white wolf or as a First Nations Elder with a huge white wolf at his side. That area of my right thigh seems to be a spot where I first feel tension under circumstances I don’t quite understand yet. Maybe that was an old wound from a previous life or a spot where I suffered frost bite in that previous life.
— And then, after my lesson in allowing Evelyn to heal me and her lesson in healing me- we went back to the healing springs and sat there giggling and hugging and appreciating each other and her mother came in and sat on my right side and told me not to look at her, she hasn’t made her mind up what she wants to look like yet. I thought she looked pretty good as a red head and pretty good as a blond. But- Okay- And seeing as I have no idea what I’ll look like in that life I can give her all the time she needs. I had a moment where I wondered if Evelyn is Cathi. I also wondered if Cathi might end up being my sister -which she even suggested recently, or a cousin or even a man in that life time. One of these days I’ll figure that out, I know I’ve seen us together much closer to a golden age, if not in this world, then a higher one. Maybe I owe a couple women as happy and wonderful a life as I can give them in the mean time?
— So, Yeah- That was another amazing adventure in the higher realms.
Happy New Year, 2015
Thursday, January 1st, 2015 -( -3°C / +27°F – Sunny with clear blue skies at 2:20 pm here in Atlantic Canada )-
— Good Stuff: Cathi’s predictions for 2015 are out. * Link * Last year her predictions were uncanny. She predicted ‘Princess Kate’s second pregnancy and the emergence of a ‘Mother Teresa like young person’ in England who looks a lot like Malala. Go read her stuff for this coming year.
— Adventures in the real world- Talked to Mom and my sister Sharon in Alaska last night right around midnight. Talked through Skype, thrilled mom and heard that Cathi and I were ‘adorable’ in our Christmas hats that Mom sent us for Christmas. We also got to talk to Brother in law Gary and Nephews Samm and Charles. Gary set off fireworks for us. – He went outside with no shirt on at 7 something pm there – it was +40°F in Alaska while it was +4°F / -16°C here – Brrrr- Charles and Samm waved at us on their way out to a party or two somewhere.
— Dreams: My dreams were kind of depressing. It felt like I was being used to implement slavery. Somebody had hijacked a computer game I wrote and hidden hypnotic code that flashed at subliminal speeds and turned players into mind-controlled slaves who would do whatever they were told.
— Conversations with my daughter from my next life stuff: I found some photos at a ‘royalty free’ site that almost approximated what I saw in my travels. At the left should be the first couple that might just hint at the feel I got sitting there.
— Today, trying to get back to sleep after feeding Jassper and the cats, I tried to get back up my own ‘hall’ to talk with Evelyn. I got as far as both of us kneeling while Archangels placed blue flame through our crowns and down to our heart centres and then I think I fell asleep and dreamed uncomfortable dreams of nasty people hijacking the game world I worked so hard on. I did ask Evelyn when her birthday was. I think she answered, September 26th. Mine would be October 4th? That would make us both Libras if this is here on Earth and nothing really radical has shifted- I was about to ask Evelyn when her mother’s birthday was and she told me that all she’s certain of right now is that she’ll be an Aquarius. That would make us compatible without getting deeper into other planet positions and time and place of birth variations. And then again- numerology might have some kind of effect on us, too. And then again. I could have been way off in ‘receiving’ this information, and unforeseen factors might change things?
— Sigh – Should I stop here?
— Happy New Year —
— — — Um, let me try looking ahead through 2015: — — —
Maybe I’ve listened to Major Ed Dames too much, but:
— January. I see raging water in a very grey landscape – Floods at night. I’m also looking down at cloud banks from above. I don’t know whether that means I might be flying somewhere or what it might mean.
— February. Warmer than usual? No snow on the ground? I think that’s here in New Brunswick. I think I see a television news broadcast with a weather man saying, “This might be good news for us right now, but it might mean real bad news for farmers in the coming season.”
— March. Plenty of mud. Rain and wind. Farmers who were afraid of a drought are now trying to plow up banks and other temporary barricades to keep their top soil from washing away.
— April. Bright & sunny. I see volunteers planting trees in devastated areas where most of the trees are bent and broken or knocked down.
— May? I’m feeling like many people in this world are really anxious about something. They’re walking outside, stunned and looking to their neighbours for clues as to how to go on- What do we do now?
— June – I’m seeing many people pitching in to help their neighbours rebuild after what feels like a series of natural disasters. I feel like millions of people, maybe a critical mass, have decided that their governments are irrelevant. People are stunned and may have been told what their governments and ‘elitists’ / ‘Banksters’ have been up to. They’ve learned that somebody tried to manipulate Race Wars and Civil Wars, and failed because credible insiders blew the whistle and enough people learned the truth to spread it through social media? I’m thinking this happened really quickly and a lot faster than anybody could have guessed. ‘Bad guys’ tried to grab the money and run, but didn’t get away. I don’t know who stopped them or how. But now the best and the brightest of those we know we can trust are holding world wide conferences trying to figure out how to move forward- what should our new world look like and how should we run it so nobody gets left out and nobody carries too much weight on their shoulders.
— July – Judgment. I see people arguing that we could see another reign of terror and see another round of elitists try to take over and enslave vast segments of this world’s population or we could try to work this out, no matter how hard it seems. This could go either way. We could see massive countries like China fall into Tyranny and slavery or we can support each other- somehow – and establish a new and untried economic system. I see a lot of people praying and meditating and looking confused, but hopeful. It’s like most of us are trying to reach out and hold hands with everybody else on the planet and keep our eyes open because we know there are a lot of agent provocateurs out there who want this to fail.
— August – I feel like I’m in over my head. It looks like total chaos. We don’t want new tyrants or manipulators telling us what to do. Enough of us feel like ‘we can get there’ – if we deal with one day at a time. I see people who don’t have much sharing what they’ve got with people who have nothing.
— September – I see a lot of people looking to First Nations Elders for wisdom and advice. I see people gritting their teeth and pulling together and hoping we don’t have a nasty winter ahead.
— October – I see setbacks, but over-all progress. After a near catastrophic drought out west there have been very heavy rains and landslides and people pulled together and kept casualties down.
— November – I see chaos at the borders of quite a few countries. Those who have chosen to try to hang on to their old systems of government and economics are failing and anywhere it looks like things are getting better are facing an influx of refugees that they fear will strain their resources beyond the breaking point.
— December – I see a couple big storms paralyzing regions. People cut off from supply lines panic, but others hold it together. Christmas is nothing like it used to be, becomes a celebration of people looking out for each other and pulling together. I actually do see people of various faiths embracing each other – not trying to convert anybody, but trying to share the strength they find in their traditions. I see a kind of universal celebration of Divine Love and Charity emerging.
— Yikes: I hope I’m completely wrong here. Maybe this is a nightmare I tried to supress. Maybe it’s a racial memory from a previous collapse. I don’t know. Maybe I’m decades off and this might happen in fifty years?
— “Help? Amen-“
Conversations Beyond Time and Space
Friday, January 9th, 2015 – Bitter cold in Atlantic Canada.
My friend Doug Otterson posted the end of his novel ‘An “Un-Remarkable” Girl’ on Tablo.
My favourite artist drew and tweeted a drawing she felt moved to create for #JeSuisCharlie:
And I went to talk to my future daughter, Evelyn (?) in my Higher Self Corridor:
— Adventures in the higher realms:
— Yes, we’ve been shaken again by the Charlie Hebdo massacre. & Yes, we can see both sides of this.
— Lately, I failed and fell asleep every time I’ve tried to prepare myself to climb the spiritual stairs to consult with my higher self, or my daughter from my next life, my finer angels or whatever is actually there- I haven’t gotten through the process of clearing away the tensions and distractions before I could climb those stairs. I was relaxing, preparing for another try, when I thought about sending Evelyn a message, “Are you upset with me because I haven’t been able to connect with you in a couple days?” And, received the answer I was not expecting, “Yes, I decided never to talk to you again-” with the unexpected humourous realization that she was indeed, talking to me. I was thinking about saying, “I really need a two way conversation here-” when she answered, “We have that, don’t we?” — ‘Wow, I guess we do.’ I can feel something, I get the very strong impression that after praying that only positive communications, positive inspirations, positive connections with positive angels and ‘beings’ that Jesus and God would approve of, she’s there. She’s telling me things I do not expect to hear, she really feels like she has an existence beyond my imagination.
— So far, every time I’ve been there, she’s been a kid, somewhere in the nine to twelve year old range? – it’s hard for me to gauge, kids were younger longer when I was growing up- but this time, she looked more like a 17 year old. I had recently felt almost compelled to write a story about a runaway girl who had almost been forced into prostitution by the idiot who convinced her that he loved her, introduced her to the adult world of making love and then forced her outside in the pouring rain and told her if she didn’t come back with at least fifty dollars, he would give her to the thugs he has protecting him and let them rape and do whatever they felt like with her. I didn’t know how preposterous the story line I came up with might be, whether me trying to find a happy ending for one hopeless kid would ever make a difference to anybody, whether the story could eventually be any good, or good enough to get out into the public consciousness. I was wondering if my future daughter, who apparently knows more about what I’m doing than I do, would approve, or be appalled, or what. I was truly shocked that she would appear to be a seventeen year old when I expected her to still be nine years old. I betcha every parent out there knows that feeling. You blink and your tiny cherub who was struggling to learn to walk is grabbing the car keys and charging out the door, coming back home with a lover and asking for your blessing to marry, or your understanding that, since you blew it, they don’t trust marriage and feel that seeking God’s Blessing, ‘living in love’ and, by human standards, ‘living in sin’ – is the way they want to go.
— The last couple times we’ve been together up there, we’ve gotten down on our knees, facing east, and prayed. She is almost always on my left side, I often hold her hand as we get down to kneel. This time, as soon as we were kneeling, getting ready to pray, not knowing what I might pray for, if anything, I glanced to my left as I was holding her hand and saw a very bright cone of white light blasting her- so white, so bright I couldn’t see her face, I couldn’t see much above the knee socks she was wearing. And they were odd, they were striped, in the kind of colors my mother would choose to wear, a creamy off-white and a subdued, almost greyish tan. She asked, “Why are you doing this to me?” and I was shocked by this, I said, “I don’t think it’s me-” and she was surprised and we both wondered who might be doing something like that. I thought it was some kind of highly protective blessing.
— I came away from this believing there is somebody waiting for my next life who loves me unconditionally. Somebody who is human and was human and knew me before, and might be some kind of official guardian angel’s consultant or something. ( I really don’t know enough, or remember enough, about what actually goes on in the ‘next world’ or the next higher levels to feel like I understand what any of this is all about. )
— I’ve had interactions with a kind of awesome entity who just might be my higher self. I’ve felt the presence of ‘angels’, ‘archangels’, and what felt to me like ‘Undeniable Representatives of the Divine’ – Jesus was not the only one. I don’t know if I would recognize Moses if I bumped into him while not quite looking where I was going or whatever. I don’t believe that God would only send hope and salvation to a tiny percentage of His Creations. It’s painfully obvious to me that dark hearted men -mostly men- have tried to pervert and hi-jack the messages brought to us by Jesus, Moses, Muhammad – God Bless All of The True Prophets – And that those dark hearted individuals had a dark agenda and meant to warp the messages we receive toward their own evil ends. Jesus said we can all find God and listen to our inner directions and the bad guys try to tell us, no, we need to be ordered and pushed around and conform to the whims of idiots who have convinced us that they know the only true pathway to God and we have to pay them dearly for their services. I believe that Muhammad wanted His daughter to have a lot to say about how His message would be shared with this world, and greedy evil power mad men re-wrote the basic tenants of Muhammad’s message to give themselves huge amounts of power and tossed Muhammad’s Daughter into poverty and shame because she was a woman.
— I could be wrong, and I’m willing to learn. I might not believe that I know enough about this subject until I’ve had a nice long conversation with my Creator, and that might not be possible while I’m still breathing the polluted air and eating the poisoned GMO foods that we apparently are stuck with down here in this day and age.
— God Bless Everybody who is trying to find their own way, and God Bless Everybody who is trying to show us the truth and help us find our own ways.
— Billions of paths lead to God, and almost everybody believes they know the only way. “Do your Dharma – Do your best, let others argue and confuse themselves to death.” I wish I could remember the original quote and who said that.
— Amen –,
Monday, March 30. 2015:
— I’ve been asking lately what my parallel dimension lives might be like. I was wondering if I could do a conference call with my other selves. Share insights? stories? Send each other good vibrations et cetera?
— A couple days ago I got an answer to ‘what are my parallel lives like?’ and the answer was: One of them is quite bitter and another one is a little better. I asked whether the ‘better’ one was better than the bitter one or even better than this one. I thought this was probably the best of three possibilities, did not ask if there were more than those two and this one to compare or try to do a conference call with. But after I asked for that little clarification – it felt like the line went dead and there was nobody there to answer my question.
— This morning I was preparing to try to reach for my higher self to ask more questions: I wanted to ask for more details on what was meant when I’d been told that one parallel life was ‘slightly better’ – I wanted to know what kind of options I still have here in this life, what can I do? What can’t I do, What opportunities do I have that I can’t quite see right now? What can I do that would please God the most?
— I fell asleep before I finished getting ready for my trip up the stairs to higher self land.
— I dreamed my father saw a tree I had planted in our back yard in Stratford, Connecticut. I heard him say, “I can’t put up with any more of your shit-” and saw him pull the tree out of the ground and throw it down. He picked up a pickaxe and started lumbering toward me with rage in his eyes and body language. I had been building something, or fixing something and had a hammer in my hand and When I turned to face him the hammer gleamed in the sunlight and I was trembling but he took a look at the hammer and stopped moving at me. There was a party going on next door. Like one of the girls who had moved in was having a birthday party in their yard with almost a dozen 12 to fifteen year old boys and girls and they all turned to see what kind of commotion my father was creating. – I thought he was about to roar and come at me with the pickaxe and I immediately woke up.
— I did not want to see what might have come next. I didn’t want to be attacked with a pickaxe and I did not want to see what might happen if I successfully defended myself against such a violent attack, Even if I had a bunch of witnesses who may or may not be able to convince any police or court that whatever I did was in self defence.
— I was quite ‘rattled’ when I first woke up. But I got up, got dressed enough to go outside and bring in the empty garbage can and recycling bin.
— When I had enough time to settle down, still hoping that nothing actually happened beyond that threat of real violence, I began to wonder if that’s what happened to the parallel self that was described as ‘bitter’ – and yes, any way that might have turned out would probably leave someone bitter.
— I have no way, right now, to know whether that was something that might have happened to another me, or was pure speculation, or what that might have been, – an utter nonsense dream?
— So I checked email and I don’t know if the “Dharma Quote of the Week” explains anything in this context or not – but it at least felt like it might be related:
This from Dharma quotes:
|March 30, 2015ENJOY WHAT ARISES IN YOUR AWARENESS
When we grasp a self, how can we possibly practice self-reflection? Everything becomes personal: our pain,our anger,
With the view of selflessness, we can enjoy whatever arises in our awareness. We can accept that everything that arises is a result of our past actions, or karma, but it is not who we are.