Category: Parallel Worlds/Realities?

March Breaking

Saturday, March 16, 2013 // -9˚C / +16˚F @ Noon

—There was one day recently when I woke up remembering about ten dreams I’d had that night.

—The next day, or the day after the next, I had a dream that told me we’d had a time shift in 1973 and this planet had begun the process of splitting our dimension into two separate dimensions. Mostly positive people (Or positive above a certain level with a prerequisite level of understanding and/or evolutionary experience???) would drift into the positive dimension and mostly negative and/or selfish, manipulative, controlling, evil people and almost positive people who had cartloads of bad karma or were afraid to move to the positive dimension… would fall into the darker dimension.

—The process of splitting into those two groups had begun in 1973 (according to the dream… which had a narator I guessed was an angel or arch-angelic type) and the two groups would co-exist for a certain period of time and then the groups would begin to lose sight of each other, stop thinking about members of the other group, lose touch and then  finally, the break would come and a barrier between the two dimensions would seal.  Life would immediately begin to get better for everyone in the higher dimension and much worse for everybody in the lower dimension. Loving, sharing people would find abundance and increased understanding, and suddenly realize they had more psychic connections and/or ‘abilities’. Bitter, selfish, nasty, mean, controlling, manipulative people would find themselves involved in wars that would destroy their economies, destroy their food crops, destroy their infrastructure and plunge them back into a dark age, or more like the stone ages.

—There were people in that dream that were definitely my friends from this life, who are still alive now, who acted in very positive ways in the dream that the selfish, controlling crowd would try to claim were ‘immoral’/ evil / illegal etc. But the angels & arch-angels who were monitoring this whole process had a very different perspective and were protecting these good people and making their sometimes fragile self images immune to the evil, devastating, undermining propaganda of the ‘dark and selfish’ ones.

I started writing that story, or the story from that dream, and strangely enough, I have felt both energized and ‘attacked’ by nightmares and weird fleeting illnesses and infections. I could easily believe that the dark selfish powers are onto me, do not want me to write that story and are trying to make it impossible for me to do so- But the good guys are still here, encouraging me- assuring me that the diseases and conditions are very temporary and while the bad guys would know something was up if the good guys shielded me completely from these attacks and step up their efforts immediately… the good guys had me covered and wanted me to know that a little bit of discomfort now would be seen to be much more than ‘worth it’, in a fairly short time. World news in the past couple months looks like the baddies are making a desperate last ditch effort to control the planet, the media and everything else.

—So I’ll live with this arthritis and feeling like I’m constantly on the verge of being down for the count with a nasty flu or some worse condition, and probably keep plugging away.

—The last uncomfortable message that came through was along the lines of “The shadow government now knows every word you text, tweet, type, speak or blog…”

—So I think I just committed to taking my day dreams off line in computers that do not have blue tooth / wifi capabilities.

——— Have a nice life….

————— Jim ~~~~~

 

 

 

Recent Dreams

I’ve been having conversations with relatives and friends and then, while waking up, realize they left the land of the living a while back.

Friends: Larry popped up a couple times and we were talking with friends who are still living (Samm).

Cousin Glenn drops by quite often. Uncle Tom has been around, but not as often as Glenn. My sister Diane shows up in spurts,  like she’s busy on the other side and then wants to see how we’re doing back here.

Recently, I had a dream that a policeman was talking to me and seemed almost shocked that I would be relaxed while talking to a uniformed policeman. I told him my father was a fireman and I grew up around people in uniforms.

Another slightly odd situation recently, I seemed to have walked into a group of very diverse men (don’t remember any women being there, wherever it was) all of them said they were Jewish and were challenging me to be able to identify them by their facial features. (some with beards, some without, some redheads, blond guys… Some looked Irish, some looked like vikings…) while waking up I was wondering why they were so concerned about whether I could guess they were Jewish by their looks.

—Um, that’s all for now-

~~~~~Jim

 

Busy Day Dreaming

Monday, February 11, 2013 (Numerologically a “1” Day)

Lotsa dreams to report.

1) Dreamed I was looking at a house that I thought we had just moved into. I went back outside and saw a tractor trailer parked along the back side of the house. (which could mean that we’d bought a prefab modular home- There’s a company in Quebec that manufactures them, Belaire I think, I’ll look up the name later.) anyway, Feeling that this was out next home, I walked to the street side of the home and tried to get a look at the house number, which was on a black iron pole out front, like a light pole or something. I couldn’t see the number from where I stood and tried to rise up to see it. When I couldn’t rise up I said, “This is a dream, I should be able to fly up and see the number-” I floated up and saw it “345” – first actual lucid dream that I could interfere with the physics inside the dream (either I can fly or I can’t, I haven’t been able to change the rules inside any particular dream)

2) I had angered some kind of dark cosmic force which tried to show me who’s boss by pulling me off this planet and throwing me into space. I saw the solar system, and then the Milky Way Galaxy zooming away from me- And then I saw many more galaxies lined up and zooming away like crazy. many of them started to look like archipeligo islands brown rocky islands with lagoons and those circular reef barriers around them. I changed directions and zoomed forward to look at several of them. I was surprised that an awful lot of them had human life and they looked like us. I wondered if these were parallel worlds, and then I was riding a train or a bus, looking out the window, I asked a female companion what she saw- (at first I thought this was Cathi, I thought she had been taking this journey with me) and for instance, I saw a smallish ram running alongside. She said she saw a dog, I told her I saw the ram.

The train or bus stopped and we got out. We went into something that looked like a shopping mall and went into a crowded ice cream shop that reminded me of the ‘Friendlies’ chain in New England. She had a sample scoop of vanilla ice cream before we found a seat and I asked her where she got that, she said she’d lifted if from a counter. we sat down at a not very conventional seat and a waitress was right there, I said I wanted a sample sized vanilla. somebody said ‘good choice’ The waitress almost left, I was looking at a sculpted Ice cream creation, part of which resembled a lizard sculpted of yellow ice cream with brown streaks, I thought it was banana flavored with chocolate or fudge streaks. I told the waitress I wanted some kind of banana sundae. Then I asked her if she took Canadian money. She said I was a long way from home and asked to see my implant. She looked at my wrist and no implant. The waitress said, “You’re in trouble!” My Companion, said, “I’m taking care of him” and showed her implant. then continued, “He likes to joke like that, I keep telling him not to-”

3) Somewhere between Vermont and the next world, next life- My sister Diane was there. Cathi was there, My sister Sharon was there, and other family members and friends from this life. Somebody had rented an ‘office’ that I feared cost too much for us to support or keep going- I figured I better get going and record my first radio program, thought I’d start with an intro from Genesis (I can feel it, coming in the air tonight….) heard that perfectly- and began to plan to move on and thought I might include the interview I had with author Geneve Blue about her book, “I Ching Jukebox” a couple years ago- ((the interview is saved on the indigostarcrystalradio dot info website, I believe you can listen to it if you go there.

—–Wow. Cathi and I had a session with a friend of ours up here (Gordon Olmstead) who is quite sensitive and is branching out to include Akashik Record reading and clearing sessions over skype. He wanted to try it on us before he started advertising this service. It was fantastic. After the session I saw a lot of interesting ghosts (I can’t quite call them an apparition because I didn’t recognize anybody) but several of them were like peeking around corners at us and quickly vanishing. My vivid dream cycle seems to have kicked itself up several notches and today was off the charts. One of the things Gordon told me during the session was he thought he was clearing something at my third eye chackra that would increase my clairvoyant talents or activities. hmmmm- looks like he was right.

—wow

~~~~~Jim

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Saturday, January 5, 2013. -10˚C / +14˚F @ 11:59 pm.

(Paramahansa Yogananda’s Birthday.) ( && /Annie P.’s ((Cheryl W’s sister)) Birthday.)

Dreamed that Jassper (our ‘puppy horse’) (Lab type dog, wants to be this area’s first 500 pound dog…) was chained up on the back deck and a black bear attacked him. In the dream I called the police and went looking for some kind of weapon I could protect my dog with. Then the dog had survived the attack, but he was a bloody mess and was hiding under a shovel on the porch. ((In the dream he was hiding under a shiny silver short handled shovel that looked like what people used to use to shovel snow in the dark ages (like the 1950’s) before anybody designed snow shovels the way they look now.)) I was really upset and wished I had a shotgun with some heavy duty slugs that would have blown the bear’s head off.

Also, in one of my exploring a house I’ve never seen before dreams a male authority figure that I had thought was my father at first, said something like, “Better get on the stick with the Atlantic Salmon.”  —> which could be related to the fact that Cathi had put in for a transfer to the Department of Fisheries and Oceans up here and they’ve been contacting her, thinking they would pay to move us to Fredericton if she gets an offer and accepts it.

—Yay?  Woke up in less pain than most days recently- (Fibromyalgia? Flu? Arthritis? Ack.)

~~~~~Jim

 

New Year’s Eve, Decembre 31, 2012

Monday, Decembre 31, 2012. -1˚C / +30˚F @ 6:30 pm.

I was feeling lousy earlier today and went back to bed.

In my most recent dream I dreamt I was talking to my good friend Larry, who passed away very unexpectedly a couple years ago around this time.

He told me he discovered recently that he has a son, that the boy is having problems and that he (Larry) is suffering greatly because he can’t be there for his son.

I continued to dream that I was trying to find the boy and saw him in a couple different coloured backgrounds. The first was a blue and I was explaining to the boy or somebody that I had an indigo background. In my second attempt, I’m not sure whether I saw the boy in a pink background or glossed over one in favour of a lighter blue/cyan background.

I have no idea what, if anything, the different coloured backgrounds might mean.

~~~~~Jim

2012 is rumbling to a close

Sunday, December 30, 2012. -13˚C/+9˚F @2:20 pm in Arnprior.

Dreamed I was walking around in a place that reminded me of Milford, CT, in my youth. It felt like I’d skipped school and was trying to avoid police etc. I felt like I got caught sleeping in  a house that was supposed to be empty, or maybe just barely escaped. My Cousin Glenn’s father asked me if I’d planted a garden yet, and I said no- He said he wanted me to plant a garden and was showing me his garden and said he was going out to find some seeds. A small pig was rooting around in the garden. My cousin picked up the pig and gave it a prodigious kick, like a football punt. The pig went spinning through the sky and landed on it’s back near where a family was picnic-ing. it turned into a human woman for a few seconds, gasped and sat up, and then ran away as a pig again. My cousin shook his fist and said, “You’ll never do that again, will ya?”

—Weird?

~~~~~Admin

Friday, December 7, 2012

Another Dream

A boy (14 year old?) and his dog (about a 6 month old black Labrador Retriever) were walking in the woods. The dog was happily wagging his tail and the boy was brooding about being teased and called names at school, but enjoying the company of his loving dog.

They were approached by stealthy US Military troops, knocked down, knocked out and dragged into an underground facility.

The facility commander was showing off his latest super soldier technology to a higher officer. When the dog woke up (I think they were sprayed with some kind of gas that knocked them right out.) The dog was docile, greeted soldiers by wagging his tail and did not want to be taken away from his sleeping master. The dog also wagged his tail at a smaller dog who was in the next cage to the one he was brought to. The smaller dog whined and cried and the Lab tried to make friends and acted like he wanted to lick the smaller dog’s cheekbone (is that what you’d call it? muzzle?) The Lab was then given some kind of an injection that turned him aggressive, like in a full rage. When the smaller dog was let into the same cage with the Lab, the lab attacked and killed it.

The base commander told the General (?) that it works every time. Turns peaceful animals and people into killers. Who have no memory of what they’d done when the drug wears off.

They revive the boy, drag him to a cage next to his dog, strap him into a chair and give him an injection of the same drug. Immobilized, the boy prays and asks that Saint Francis help his poor puppy dog.

The drug seems to have the same effect on the boy who strains against the straps and growls. Then they open the door between the two cages. Panting and gritting his teeth the boy says, “Oh puppy dog, what have they done to you?”

The dog runs in, looking like he’s ready to tear the boy’s throat out.

The base commander grins.

The dog stops and rubs his chin against the boy.

The base commander gasps.

The boy sees a Native American spirit walk into the cage, stares at the spectre.

The straps fall away, the boy and dog follow the Native American through the bars, through the walls and they’re gone.

The General is not impressed, “Works every time? Where the [bleep] did they go?”

The base commander shakes his head, “We’ve done this dozens of times. It worked every single time.”

“You say they will have no memory of this?”

Base commander nods. They look at monitors and see thermal images of boy and dog still in the cage.

“They better not remember anything- If you can’t get them back under your control I’m going to have to throw you to the wolves, you know that-”

Commotion and then gun shots in the hall.

Soldiers, believing they’re being attacked by an escaped killer dog, shoot at it, bullets go right through the dog and hit each other (non life threatening injuries)

Boy and dog charge through door into General and commander’s room. Dog jumps at the commander, tears his throat out and leaps at the general. Soldiers charge into room, see dying commander all bloody on the floor and try to shoot the dog, kill the general.

Boy and dog charge through walls and doors and out into the woods.  They run like mad until they drop and wake up in the Native American guy’s camp.

The boy thinks he was poisoned by some bad water or something and had really nasty nightmares, is thankful his loving marshmallow of a dog kept him company.

~~~~~Jim

Dreaming All Day

Monday, October 1, 2012   10˚C / 50˚F at 11:59 pm.

Cathi’s first Monday home since her early retirement took effect. We listened to Coast to Coast AM all night and after Cathi went to bed I thought I’d try to sleep in the lounge chair.

I let the dog out of his over night crate and let the visiting cat out of the room he’s locked in all night (so our cat and he don’t fight all night) and then the dog kept making noises that kept me from falling asleep. I moved to the couch for a short time, with the dog lying beside me. I tried to doze off in this position, but no- the dog wouldn’t let me doze off, because he kept wanting me to scratch him somewhere else. After maybe half an hour, he gave up, jumped down to the floor and made himself comfortable there. I thought I’d take advantage of this and move back to the lounge chair. Nope. the dog got up and wagging his tail, let me know he wanted to go outside again.

So I  let the dog out and sat down on the lounge chair, almost dropped off to sleep when the dog made a noise that sounded like he was sneezing in my ear and then he scratched the door to say he wanted to come inside. I got up and let him in and settled back into the chair. He more or less left me alone. but it seemed like every time I almost dropped off into dream land, the dog made a little whine or snort in my ear (the ear away from him- like it was a psychic thing.)

So I went upstairs and quietly climbed into bed. And then took a couple hours to get to sleep as it felt like every spirit in town was talking to somebody somewhere and I was hearing all of them like they were in the room with me.

But when I finally did get to sleep, I had a string of dreams connecting with family and friends in unfamiliar landscapes, like they were living in parallel dimensions.

The only sequence I can remember right now, involved being at a house party somewhere and our friend Shelley stepped on a staple sticking up from the carpet. I offered to carry her somewhere so she wouldn’t have to step down with her bare foot again and she let me- I think we were wondering whether I should carry her to a car and drive her to the hospital or what when I woke up.

~~~~~Jim Admin

Saturday, September 29th

Saturday, September 29th, 2012  = 7˚C / 45˚F @ 7:30 am.

(( 10˚C / 50˚F @11:30 pm )).

It’s been a rough couple weeks, rough summer.

Today, with a couple hours of sleep and then falling in and out of sleep waiting for Cathi to be ready to attend the Wellness and Craft show at the Nick Smith Centre, we did get there and we did buy a couple Crystal things.

Cathi showing off her new Pendant and Earrings.

Cathi got a Jasper pendant with a citrine ball in front of it and citrine ear rings. (She also got  Lemurian Crystal and a pair of green calcite crystals.)

After we got home I conked out and had a constant stream of dreams flying at me, including one in which I was chanting with my eyes closed (felt like a first nations/Native American Chant) and hundreds of crows flew in two streams, one on either side of me from above my head in front of me down and past my head, continued zooming off behind me. In the dream I opened my eyes and said something like “Wow! Thanks!”, feeling like they were either protecting me or giving me a message or both.

(At one point in my life I did a Medicine Cards spread to see what kind of Animal Guides I might have. Crow guarded my way within. Crow is the law giver- (Unlike Raven, who is a trickster, and deals with Magic.) My way within has to go in accordance with Spiritual Law. No dark side short cuts for me. 🙂 )

—We have some new people to connect with, including one who does past life regressions. 🙂

~~~~~Jim

Saturday

Saturday, September 15, 2012:

A 73 year old woman scientist was turned down for a space mission that she had been working on for most of her life.

So she secretly checked into a facility where she lived in a self contained space suit, confined to an area smaller than the space capsule/ship she would have ridden in.

She was constantly monitored by a team of doctors and scientists through sensors in her suit and the only contact she had with the outside world for 3 years was virtual, through a lap top computer with a special oversized keyboard to facilitate her space suit’s gloves.

Then she held a press conference with her doctors and other researchers and let everyone know she had several back up copies of all the readings and video of every moment of those 3 years.

— I felt like this had to be a woman I knew in a previous life or something and wondered if I was witnessing an event that was happening or had happened in a parallel dimension or another time or something.

~~~~~Jim