Thursday, March 8, 2018


© Dec 2017 Ari Stone All Rights Reserved

Here is one of my Shadow People Dreams - in this one I received back in love my own shadow self. This is what will ultimately heal the timelines and bring true unity. 

This is largely a raw verbatim typing of the original dream and also shared with my DreamWalker FB group.


I Dreamed I’d taken a poison white piece of paper of my own accord.  I “died” I went into a place and found parts of myself that I needed to love and accept back into myself.  I found my shadow self and I said “I love you and thank you for what you have done to protect me and I receive you back into myself as a whole and part of myself.”  My shadow self said it had done things to protect me and other things.  And I said I know.  I love you and receive you back.  There were other aspects of myself.  One may have been the murderous aspect.  I found it loved it and received it back in healed and whole part to myself, along with the 3rd failed aspect to myself.

I’d said before the white tablet square paper melted in my mouth, that if I was meant to stay alive ‘Ariel’ help me.  I felt some regret, but I’d needed to as it seemed the only way to go to / find / and be able to accept those other aspects back into myself from with in the other realms.  I was determined to face them and love them and receive them back into myself.  No more running away in fear.

I’d done it / did it.

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Tuesday, March 6, 2018

2017_11_05_NOV ASTRAL CLASS - Handling Dark Entities with Love

© Dec 2017 Ari Stone All Rights Reserved

I shared the following with my #Facebook #DreamWalker Training Camp group on December 12, 2017.

-Regarding Dark Entities in Dreams, What they are,  and how to handle them in Love.

Hi Everyone, 

Briefly, I have had some truly amazing dream experiences and while I will share some here for learning purposes my ultimate intent is to reveal what is possible and for each of you to achieve these victories in your own dream-states.

Please ask me any questions you may have.  While I have labeled this as a ‘class’ this is new for me and each one of you will be helping me to format the course direction through your questions.  Largely this will be highly intuitive and we’ll just flow where we need to and lessons will also come as they are needed. 

Lesson 1 - Laying the Foundation for Future Work

Working With Dark Entities –

What are they?


What do you do with them?

Currently the most common thing I am asked about are dark entities of various natures and what does one do with them?

First of all, “dark entities” are not always what everyone might think, which is stereotypically something or someone that is “bad” and are to be “eliminated.”  This is the first misnomer that has to be corrected.

I never approach any situation with the intention of harming, knifing, slicing, or “cutting” of anything or anyone in dream realms or in Waking 3D Life (W3DL).  To do those things will not change the situation unless they are performed from pure spaces of love which is likened to what Magenta Pixie calls neutrality.  I won’t go into that aspect here, as it is seldom used and is only reserved for the most darkest of entities, or highly specific situations, and is still also performed from spaces of neutrality (love). 

The reason why knifing, slicing, and fighting basically doesn’t work, is because typically the person performing them is operating on the same or similar type of frequency as the ‘being’ coming at them.  Therefore the ‘combatant’ will likely see little to no results with their attempts or mayhap a temporary victory and then the being will attack again later.

To truly ‘dispel’ dark or rather more aptly named “fear-based entities” a being must operate from spaces of love and honesty.  The more honest and truthful one is with themselves and the deeper their connection to love (Source) is, the more powerful they are.

Now let’s delve into one of my astral-dream examples (names have been changed to protect the privacy of the souls I am working with in soul-spirit realms).  The following is only 1 dream sequence of 4 that I had this night and I shortened it up some. 

My mother told me over the years, “I think you live another life with your long drawn out and detailed dreams!” Turns out . . . she was right . . .

- Dream -


I was in a small classroom with around 8 to 9 students and an instructor, Alvin, who was a fairly well known astral teacher. I wore my grey hoodie sweatshirt over my head in the same fashion as I’d worn it to bed.  The students sat in a loose circle across from me; I stood mostly alone and across from them and the teacher, with one student somewhere a short distance behind me.  A student was now telling the class about his astral story and how he beat his ‘dream enemy’ with a sword by going all commando style on the ‘enemy’ and he’d knifed and sliced the enemy up and to death.  I was like, “good grief Charlie Brown! You have got to be kidding me.” (lol) The instructor, Alvin, began to look at me with a twinkle in his eye and semi-sideways to see if I actually knew a better way or if I was just a lot of talk and nothing but a wind-bag.  The late-teenage boy continued to talk.

I was now raising my hand, like Hermione Granger from Harry Potter, eagerly indicating with my arms and body ‘oooh, oohh, me, me, me, I know the answer.’ I was barely able to contain myself and almost began talking over the boy and had to stop myself to be polite. The boy continued to talk and presented himself like he was Arthur with his slasher story. I again almost talked over him.  I was not impressed by his story and the teacher was bemused by this.  Finally the boy finished and now all eyes were on me. 

I felt a little nervous, but not as self-conscious or as nervous as I thought I would be.  I was extremely knowledgeable, very well versed with the materials, greatly enjoyed talking about them, and was excited to be teaching them now.   My nerves did get the better of me for a little bit and I had a very hard time saying my words because I was so excited. I was trying to say everything in one breath and got out, “Love is the solution. No Fighting. No matter what it is that is seen in the ‘dream’ or astral realms; regardless to if it’s a 10 foot tall reptilian, dinosaur (T-Rex), or a small centipede; love is the answer and that seldom ever means ‘killing’.”   I made myself slow down now and take some deep breaths between my sentences.  I noted my breath glowed a soft blue color.  It was very pretty but not visible to the naked eye. I continued, “No, it actually means ‘never’ killing anything.”  I went on to explain that sometimes transmutation can appear as ‘killing’ but you never truly ‘kill’ anything.  You simply transmute it into something different. Better.  I was finally speaking more normal with my full bodied voice.

Another student in the class also had a hoodie sweatshirt. Only his was hanging on a door knob in the room. He was also in his late teens to early 20’s like the rest of the students in the classroom, which were mostly all male and he began to ask me a question about some hoodie legend.  I knew exactly what he was going to ask me and the answer too, but had to stop myself again from speaking over the top of him.  I knew he was in energetic spaces where his mind still needed to hear himself verbally ask the question, so I controlled my excitement.  He continued to speak about the legend regarding wearing a hoodie over your head that was imbued with a magik protection spell in order to remain safe. I thought he was finished talking and almost spoke over the top of him again and apologized for my mistake. He finished by asking if he needed to wear a hoodie over his head with a protection spell on in order to protect his head from having a spell cast on it and to remain safe.  I noted he seemed to believe he had to have this ‘magik artifact’ (a spell cast hoodie) to protect his head. I waited a few moments more to ensure he really was done speaking and he was. 

I stood now at what became the ‘front’ of the classroom and as if I was speaking in front of hundreds of people, I was now more-so the teacher than Alvin. Alvin was looking at me too for answers while also being careful not to reveal his hand to the students that he didn’t know all the things I did.  I began telling them again, “Love is the answer. Every choice and every decision that you make in dream realms . . . Love is the answer.”  I proceeded to tell them, “. . .it is because of love I can manifest things with my hands.  That energy is love and to manifest it you have to attract it and thereby ultimately “be” that. The more love you have, the more ‘energy you attract.” 

I then directed their attention to the hoodie on the door and told them it’s not the hoodie that matters, it is the ‘belief about’ the hoodie that mattered and that the hoodie only ‘worked’ because he believed in it and believed that it did. It was not because the ‘hoodie’ was magik.  It was the belief-thought-spell that had been put on it that was what mattered. If he believed he needed a hoodie from some dark controlling wizard to be safe, then that’s what he’d need to be protected.  If he only believed the wizard could cast a spell of protection on it and that he couldn’t, then that would be true . . . for him . . . However, I said “If I used that hoodie, it wouldn’t work for me because I don’t believe in (or trust) the wizard who placed a spell on it. So to me, it’d be completely useless. I’d be more concerned it’d do more damage and harm than good because it’s also dependent on the wizard’s thoughts, feelings, and energies. He feels a little too dark and drama-controlling for my taste.”  I then told the hoodie-boy that he had all of those magikal capabilities inside of himself.  He didn’t need to go to some wizard or have some hoodie. He was the magik, all he had to do was believe.  I thought of the Bible’s “faith of a mustard seed story” and how if you had faith like a grain of a mustard seed you could move mountains.  This was like that. If he believed the hoodie was necessary, then it would be, if he believed he had it all inside of himself (like me) then he too could do as I do and manifest light and protection from within himself and into his hands. 

To demonstrate, I then manifested a purple light sphere in my hand and told him I could place that around my head if needed for protection, or around his.  If he wanted his whole body protected from attack we could simply expand the one sphere to include all of him or add a second sphere. I continued the demonstration and placed the purple sphere around my head and wondering if they could all actually see it.

I then stated again, “It doesn’t matter what ‘size’ or ‘scale’ the bad guy is. You can and will always have plenty of light because you are pulling from the energy stores of the universe.  The bigger the ‘enemy’ appears might quite possibly be a visual expression of just how much more light they need, so give it to them! If you have the capabilities to connect to the energy stores of the Universe and they don’t, they are coming to you for help. Heal them by sharing and giving to them of the light so they too can heal and change, and grow, and move forward. If any being comes to you at any time, it is meant to be there and you have to ask yourself, why.? And HOW can you help them with the unique set of abilities and talents you possess?. Because I assure you, they came to you specifically because you have the special and select ability to help them.  They may even turn into actually being your kindly sweet grandmother who’d been stuck or trapped in that lower density form, or rather, thought vibration pattern.”  I concluded with, “This is why we never ‘kill’ and we always heal.  You never know ‘who’ that really is (unless you are in tune with that) until you stop the panic response and send love and healing to the thought forms trapped and or stuck around that being.  Once you do that, you can see who really is underneath it all and can then start to form, build, and grow a real relationship with them, if you both still want and choose to do so.”  The students all seemed to be getting it and still had as of yet a long ways to go, but they were definitely on track to learning it.

Alvin was very pleased by all of this and had a twinkle glint of hope in his eyes and a smile on his lips. He was relieved and glad I was there to help the rest of these students.  He’d come to the end of his knowledge stores and was now letting it look like I was a long term guest speaker.  I didn’t mind, because that relieved me from the pressure of being ‘the’ teacher.  This new arrangement would work out fine for both of us until it was time to shift into the next phase.


This is the key foundation for all the transmutation work I will be teaching each of you.

Sweet dreams and may you all manifest beautiful rainbow spheres of love and light for healing and transformation.

Thursday, February 22, 2018

2018_01_22_JAN Greatest Showmen

I have been working extensively in the soul-spirit (dream) realms with a particular group for their protection and awakening. (#shaman) When I began my journey in 2006 I had no idea it would lead me where I am today.  Over the course of time, I will continue to share of my dream experiences and the many Waking 3D Life connections I have seen.
So stay tuned for many, many more, very exciting, and magical adventures.  
What I do in dreams realms . . . you can do too . . . it’s simply a matter of love, truth, and desire. . . if you have those 3 things in order, much can be accomplished . . . .

2018_01_22_JAN Greatest Showmen (22 Jan 2018)

Question 2:
Need to know. Who needs my help tonight.  Love, Unity, Peace, Joy, Twin Flame and Me W3DL.

@6:46 AM

I was at some type of event.  It was a live performance show event for Gorik, set up like a circus show. The audience was divided from the performers by an invisible curtain sheen, the purpose of the sheen was two-fold: keep the people in the audience from directly interacting with the actors and to keep the sense of division where the actors were intentionally leading the people to believe they were better than them and knew more, when in actuality they knew less than the people in the audience.  But, they were “showmen” and wanting to keep their illusions.  The people were unwitting giving their consent and power away by being lead to believe they were not as good as the actors up front and that they had to go to the event to ‘see magik’ and ‘powers’ and were being lead to believe these ‘showmen’ actually had real magikal abilities, but they only had and used sleight of hand along with stage setup to give the illusion of magik.  
Gorik and the Earth INC Media group of guys had organized this very big show to be broadcast all over the world via major Television networks as part of the plan to show the world the ‘great re-entry’ of Enoch now incarnate as Gorik.   
I sat in the audience crowd with my parents and daughter quietly observing them.
Their show was about to begin.
Goode, Corey. “Ancient Builder Race - Recovering Humanity's Billion-Year Legacy.” Sphere Being Alliance. 13 Jan 2018. Web. 15 Jan 2018. <>
I will share multiple dream connections with this update and that I shared with SBA via email prior this update.
A very tall Black Maya man was announcing the start of the show in a very big circus-showman-style way to hype up the audience of what they had planned next.  I also noted on stage the very tall half human – half giant with blond hair.  
I went down to the sidelines of the stage area nearer the half-giant.  The stage area also reminded me a of a small scale grassy football field.  A whole group of circus performers entered onto the stage area. The giant began answering my questions from a blog post regarding how giants and humans ‘bred’ per say and for a human to give birth safely.  He was indicating he was the evidence they had been successful and that it did work.  He next told me about what it’s like for him walking around in 3D amongst the humans and being so tall.  His ego liked that the humans viewed him as a ‘god’ and as being knowledgeable simply because he was tall.   I was not impressed, though I was fascinated by his height.  I seemed to only come up to his knee caps with my head.   He was very slim and trim, but not skinny.  I mused in 3D he could always pretend he was a human walking around on stilts like an old family friend used to do. But, I could tell he was a real half-giant made of flesh and bones and not a human on stilts.
I decided I better go back up to the audience seating area as the show was about to begin.  I located my family in the audience seating and made my way back to my seat. The audience area was set up more like a Disney studio with live audience seating.  My parents both knew the truth.  I had more magik than any of these showmen, Mom especially was aware of this.  Dad was still deciding if he fully believed me or not and if I really had magical abilities. But, he trusted me over the showmen. I arrived at my seat and sat next my daughter Lexi.
The Maya announcer felt to be the off-world being named Tearance energetically.  He was narrating as though telling a story and saying how he was talking with somebody right now about how great the show was going to be and how he and the aliens were speaking with someone . . . it was . . . Enoch . . .  
I knew why . . . they were preparing the world for the big announcement to present my Twin Flame Gorik as the next ‘non-savior’ savior.  I was very unhappy about this.
A few animal trainers with a variety of unusual animals entered the stage and began leading the animals around in a single file line.  The animal parade was to further hype up the crowds on how great their show was by ‘wowing’ them with these very odd and unusual non-Earth type creatures. This would then lead into the big sha-bang announcement of presenting Gorik, as Enoch.  
I decided it was time to test my magical abilities, to ensure they would penetrate through their divisive curtain veil of lie codes.
I chose a cat-like creature to test on.  I decided to attempt petting its nose hairs with my magik through the veil. I focused my heart intention and mildly moved my fingers, remaining seated in my audience seat and I saw the creatures fur move upward on its nose.  I was successful.
However, I still wanted to test further to ensure I had indeed rubbed the nose hairs up and that it wasn’t just part of the animal’s show to move its nose hairs up like that.
Another trainer now entered the arena who looked like Hugh Jackman from the Greatest Showman film.  He was very tall and was leading out onto stage in a single file line about a dozen creatures that were tall like camels, but definitely not camels. They were very big creatures built more like a cross between a llama, with the llama fur, and thick barreled bodies like a horse with a very slight ridge on their backs.   

I motioned my finger at the creature leading the line and made him break his formation. He began to turn and walk in the other direction.  The trainer thought it was an animal mistake and said to the creature, “Hey, what are you doing? Get back in formation. You’re supposed to be going the other direction.” and he began to work on getting the creature back in line again. This animal seemed to be the most intelligent of the dozen and was why he’d been chosen to lead the others.
Dad leaned over to me across Lexie and asked, “What are you doing?” I said, “They are never gonna believe me unless I prove to them I have magik in a way they cannot deny.”  Dad replied “By ruining their show?.” I said, “No . . . by saving it . . .”
The Hugh Jackman trainer now had the tall brown creature back in its spot, so it simply looked like an animal mistake.  
I began to test further and motioned my left index finger in a counter-clockwise spin and the animal broke formation again, he began walking in a tight counter-clockwise circle as if chasing his tail (even though he didn’t have more than a bob tail there).  The trainer was again perplexed and said to the creature, “What are you doing?” and tried again to get “Rudy” back into formation and succeeded in getting the creature back into formation the second time.
I then motioned my fingers even more and made the animal turn in circles, again, and again, and again. Since the first two times could still be deemed animal failure I began to turned my finger even faster and the animal began spinning like a top or as if in the wash machine on the spin cycle.  He was spinning so fast he was a motion-blur to everyone’s eyes, definitely not something possible for the creature to do of his own accord or by ‘mistake.’ I spun and spun the creature around 40 to 50 times (he was not harmed in any way as my magik also protected him).  The crowds noticed something was going on and the showman also became aware that ‘someone’ had performed real magik.  He didn’t know who. He was trying to ‘save face’ now and keep the show moving forward as if nothing happened. After all, they still had the big ‘Enoch’ entrance planned and were working up to their big sha-bang moment.  
I stopped the animal from spinning.  The trainer now got the lead animal and close following animals (clones?) back into formation to finish parading them around, according to the plan.
Enoch was set to enter soon from the same off-stage location the animals had entered from.
Now the announcer began to present info that coincided with my emails to SBA regarding my 500+ dreams where I’d seen one to five daily affirmations from Gorik via public postings that coincided exactly with something within the dream group I’d already shared, including the Vatican break away group.  The announcer began to narrate the story, like my dream story info shared, “The aliens were talking about someone named Enoch…” then he began to speak words sounding to be from some ancient Gaelic scroll texts that were supposed to be magikal words containing power, but he only spoke them from head knowledge devoid of heart and passion, which simply rendered them just as inert as the rest of their ‘magic’ show.
Gorik made his BIG entrance and walked out on stage like a god for the crowds to praise and adore him as worshipping ‘fans.’  I was disgusted. The special effects showman now brought up the fake winds to give the illusion of magik (they did this because I had shared about the winds that came up for me in the prophesy dream that belonged to me) and sprinkled fake rains to say ‘the gods saw Enoch and smiled down upon him.’ The rain were also symbolic to the Adrian Monsoon christening I witnessed from another dream.  The showmen’s stage story was that there had been drought in the lands and now that the chosen one, Enoch, was there the rains came.
They began to try to release the rains fully now from the ceiling rain-misters and piping, instead nothing happened because I motioned my fingers and plugged up all the spray spouts.  The showmen were all looking up again perplexed about yet another thing not going according to their plans and thinking this must just be another mal-function. I motioned with my hand and let the rain-mists descend normally. I noticed the showmen giving visible “whews” that it was working again.  They started to also present Enoch as if he may have also been Noah and Moses.  They spoke about Moses being like a savior leading the people to freedom and then of Noah and the deluge.  They were planning a big visual with the deluge with a staged flood, to make Gorik look even more god-like to the people.
The main announcer now vibed of being Robert Jackalonie, a well-known announcer for the “Game Changes but the Destination Remains the Same” slogan Radio show (I met and spoke with him in another dream and months later met him in Waking 3D Life).  They were getting ready now to literal release TONS of water,  giving the fans the illusion they were gods with magik that could actually call forth real rains.  
Their veil of clear lies, separation, and deception continued to remain in place and I continued to perform magik through it as though not there.
The showmen were still telling themselves all these things were just glitches or that someone from their own ranks (on their side of the veil) had performed the magik and they’d resolve who it was later.
The special effects guy, Patrick Trillion, stood at a sound looking type booth under a lower roof overhang area and pushed the button to release the flood rains . . . and again  . . . nothing happened . . . because I’d plugged up the spray spouts again with barely noticeable finger and hand motions. Around a dozen showmen came out the stage and stood directly under the area where the flood waters were supposed to pour out from above and were looking up at the spouts.  
They were completely perplexed why the flood waters were not being released and still trying to make people believe that Gorik had powers to call forth the rains . . . So, I continued to hold them back. . .
To save face, the showmen began to tell the story as if the Rain-Maker had to first dance and pray to call forth the rains.  I continued to hold back the waters.  
The flood waters above their heads had been building up inside the clear force-shield I had put in place and the force-field was getting very full now.  I estimated there be even around 1,000 gallons of the clean clear blue water being held above their heads and inside the field.  The showmen continued looking up at the ceiling and the waters, highly perplexed and asking yet again amongst themselves, “What is going on?! Why isn’t the water dropping right!?”
They were becoming extremely frustrated and some were saying, “Aw come on now!” and “What’s going on with all these systems.” I looked over at Patrick in the shadows, the semi-famous film-maker within the metaphysical and spiritual communities as aired on Earth INC Media TV or Earth TV, he seemed to be amuzed.  The showmen were getting even more frustrated and saying, “Come on RAIN ALREADY.” To which I replied, “You want it?” You got it…”
And I flick turned over my right hand from being palm up to being palm down . . . and the thousands of gallons of water dumped out . . . directly onto their heads. . .They reminded of the kids who got slimed in the old Nickelodeon Gack “You Got Slimed” scenes.  They were all completely stunned . . . and drenched!  Things had NOT gone according to plan!  They all lookedvery foolish now and like ‘gods’ without magic.
Dad leaned over to me again and said, “Are you sure about this?” I said, “Yes, Absolutely. They need to see my magik to fully believe me.”  
They were still trying to blame it all on ‘malfunctions.’  I wasn’t even close to done yet . . .

I stood up from my background audience seat and walked down to where their veil of lies curtain was.  I placed the palm of my right hand on it to test that I could pass my hand and palm through the ‘codes.’ My hand passed through. Then, I tested with my left hand, it also passed through. My arms were through the curtain veil up to my forearms now.  I waved my forearms around to ensure I could pass through this veil too by rearranging my atoms, like I do with walls and the like when I pass through them and to an outsider seemingly am one with them momentarily.   
The performing announcer, Robert, noticed my hands through the veil right away.
I decided to pass through the curtain using my hands and a phase shift instead.  Since this was a veil of lies, I did not want to ‘become one’ with it and chose instead to remain pure and not blend my energies or merging with it. I used my hands to pull back the clear veil of lies like pushing aside a massive theatre stage curtain and walked through it.
Robert, the performers, and Patrick (likened to being the Wizard behind the curtain in the Wizard of Oz) were all stunned by what I’d just done!   They wanted to know how I’d cracked their veil codes!  Apparently, their best and brightest ‘computer’ programmers had programmed that shiznit and they still couldn’t keep me out!  The programmers were geniuses with ridiculously high IQs and here I was moving through their coded-veil like it was nothing but mere child’s play to me.
I walked down to the main stage arena where the showmen and performers were and onto the grassy stage with them.  One of the showmen said to me, “What are you doing!?” You’re not supposed to be able to do that!”  
They were thinking to shoot me with a gun to get rid of me.  I reminded them of the other dream where the government goons had already tried to do that (shoot me) with hundreds of bullets, thousands even, and how they’d failed miserably and couldn’t touch me. Instead the hundreds of bullets shot at me almost point blank just crumpled onto the ground around me and my daughter Lexie as if hitting a force-field. I indicated they could try, but it’d just be a colossal waste of everyone’s time.  
I motion now with my hands and began to speak in one of my many sacred tongues.  I was speaking the same or similar language to the Gaelic sounding language the announcer had just used a little earlier; only I was speaking from my heart and directly to the curtain of lies. Magik was generated; I motioned with my hands and willed the curtain to spread fully wide open. The curtain was the matrix codes, invisible to the naked eye, but I saw them clearly.  I motioned and moved the veil aside like a massive theatre stage curtain being pulled fully back with golden ropes to reveal the stage and performers. The performers asked me, “What are you doing with the veil of lies?”  I said, “Setting them aside, so everyone can see you as you really are and decide if they want to actually follow stage magicians or follow real magik.” I continued speaking my Gaelic sounding language as I actively changed the veil codes  . . . and thus I changed them . . . and thus it was done. . .
The performers were flabbergasted!
No one should have been able to do what I just did!  
It was time now for me to rise up into the air, like I had done in the Preventing 3 Wars dream and where I had commanded everyone to hug. I was going to do that again.  The audience people were seeing for the first time the truth about these performers just like the Tongans had in another dream where I removed the veil of lies from around Earth and the many people were seeing truth too for the first time.
Deschamps, Justin. “Global Mind Energy Report: Impact of Mass Meditations HIGH Today -- October 10th, 2017.” Stillness in the Storm. 10 Oct 2017. Web. 10 Oct 2017. <>
Preventing 3 (World) Wars” dream emailed to #SphereBeingAlliance  01 Sep 2017
Since this dream we have seen multiple (world) war attempts by the cabal fail and continue to fail.  I will share this dream when the time is right. The most important aspect to know about this dream is the beautiful power of love and hugs and everyone can do it and without fighting.  Please read Justin’s article for scientific details regarding hugs and why they are so powerful. :)
I rose up now into the air as a lady named Grundy grabbed onto my left leg and arm.  She was a fan smitten with me and clinging on.  I told her, “No.” to the clinging and fan worship mentality. She needed to see she possessed these abilities inside her own soul and self as well.  My lift off was now caty-wumpus with her hanging onto me and I couldn’t seem to pry her off, then I was up too high with her to pry her off safely, so I began lowering back down toward the ground.
All eyes were watching me.
I told the crowds, “This isn’t about worship, or division, or separation,” like Gorik and the others had done with the veil of lies and celebrity statutes, “this is about unconditional love and not like the Anchar who claim unconditional love and then live in hate, fear, division, and separation in their time anomaly bubble.” I then proceeded to tell the people the truth . . . that they could do all this too.  
I reached the ground with Grundy, she was laying on the ground now as if drunk and still clinging onto me.  She was fan love-sick for me.  I said, “You see this? When this happens they need the light you bring and have to give.  Its my job to share it because she came to me and I can access it for from the stores of the Universe for her until she learns how to do so for herself.  The more heart and love you have the more power and magik you are.”  Grundy was fully drunk laying completely enamored on the ground.
I knelt down beside her with her still clinging to my left hand.  I said “When you truly love unconditionally this is what you do.” I then emitted a warm yellow light through my hand and into her body to flood her with the light she so desperately clung to me for.  She finally released me and had the hugest smile now on her face.  She looked as if she was someone just ‘slain in the spirit during a Benny Hinn show,’ only she had the real deal.
I stood up and said, “That is real, true, and unconditional love, it does not shun or put up curtains of lies to create separation and division while claiming it is love.”  
I could see Patrick in his Wizard of Oz booth area totally wondering how I’d done it. I could also tell he was rather amused by the water that had been dumped on everyone else’s heads.  He was open to switching sides (to mine from supporting the showmen) as to him it was really more about whichever side he felt was stronger.
Another new group of group of non-performer men now entered the stage and came over to me. One felt to be Alvin the rather well known military astral teacher along with 3 or 4 of his very best and top level military guys, one of those military guys vibed of being the spectacle wearing MIB guy from my “Giant and Game Changer dream.”  They were asking me verbally and energetically, “How did you crack the (veil) code?”  I replied, “What? Did you have your best, smartest, and brightest genius computer programmers on this job to write the veil codes? Even the best and brightest in the nation?”  Alvin said, “YES!” and then, “HOW did you do it!?”
I responded, “Heart.  Don’t ask me to add 2+3 math in Waking 3D Life (W3DL) or how to add 3+3 to get a size, I can barely even do Earth math . . . but . . . the codes of the Universe . . . yeah, easy as cake, I can do that.  My mind . . .” and I pointed at my head, “doesn’t even know what’s going when I perform vast magical mathematical calculations of the Universe on and it can’t even hope to keep up.  But, my heart. . .” I pointed at my heart and raised my voice as loud as I could for all to hear, but it was like I had laryngitis so I could only partly project my voice as I placed all my fingers on my right hand onto my chest heart area and rubbed in a clockwise motion and then closed my fingers into a fist and rubbed in a counter-clockwise motion and continued, “But heart . . . Heart . . . Always knows.  It’s always just inside and knows exactly what to do. . . so follow that.  I feel it . . . and I can do it.
Another guy came over to me, vibing of the salesman I purchased my vehicle from in W3DL and he showed me his cell phone held horizontally and told me, “You’re on national (live) syndicated television you know.”  I responded, “Yeah, I know”  He was thinking I might get wigged out or nervous about being seen all over the nation.  But I didn’t care anymore what this group or other people thought of me so I was completely calm. Getting the truth out was far more important than any of those fears.
The showmen and 4 or 5 media news men began gathering around me and asking more questions of me as to how I’d done it. I told them I could and would teach them all ‘how I’d done it’ and more.  It was about following heart, passion, love, light, and dreams. I continued speaking to the media, showmen, and military men, “Dream are real and not what everyone has been lied to and told they are.”  I was still having voice problems and not sure the crowd could hear me but maybe a few. “They aren’t useless drivel of subconscious panderings, but are actual reality and real events taking place.  Its where souls visit souls to discuss what they are going to do in the physical reality.”  My voice began coming back as I was physically waking up in my bed and audibly spoke the last line, “Would you like to see how it works?”
I was going to show them far more magical abilities then they’d ever even hoped to have seen before.  They seemed to be salivating and smack chomping at the bit (lips) for this info . . . they were eager . . . ready. . .

After my, 22 Jan 2018, dream I came across this well written article:

Raines, Eric. “Spiritual Narcissists and their False Light Propaganda.” Unleashing Natural Humanity. 31 Jan 2018. Web. 31 Jan 2018.
This article by Eric Raines is a solid explanation of what happens when spiritual leaders forget what they are here to teach and wind up operating solely in their heads and forget to listen and follow their hearts.

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