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Enjoy the journey of waking to the reality that DREAMS are REAL.Ari Stone Art LLChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09887753127217984638noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776910363287579389.post-61653723626079882202019-04-21T13:52:00.000-07:002019-04-21T13:52:05.855-07:00Where to Read New BlogsTo continue reading more of my blogs regarding my personal life, current and future events, please follow my blog on my website at https://aristoneart.com/blogAri Stone Art LLChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09887753127217984638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776910363287579389.post-45900751962714976812019-01-18T23:33:00.000-08:002019-01-18T23:33:36.779-08:002018_07_02_JUL BURNING MAN TICKETS AND I STRIP DOWN THIEF<br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Q:<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>What do I need to
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I was going to have to use my supporting evidence, which
seemed 3 other ‘listen to’ type learning, like sleep learning, to prove my
point and validity.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">BURNING MAN TICKETS – 2 QUEENS – Ai OLD SCHOOL PC</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I was at some event with a Burning Man vibe.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I might have been there with Gorik appearing
as my brother, when I saw a sign that said Burning Man camping tickets were for
sale now, like from the Jack Rabbit Speaks.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I had a few white trash bags with some of my things in them alongside
myself. I was relaxing on my sleeping bag on the ground.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>As soon as I noticed the poster with the
discounted Burning Man tickets listed I stood up and got into line directly at
the tent canopy area where the seller was.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>There were little to no people in line as it was still early yet and
just announced.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The ticket seller, felt
like Gorik’s friend Duke.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">As I approached and arrived at the counter area Duke told me
I had to first go and register with the computer system nearby before I could
buy the two tickets. He walked me over to the computer for registration.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It was a hecka-blocky-old thing that looked
more like a stand up ATM than a computer and something straight out of the 80’s
or 90’s tech wise, very out dated looking.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>Duke said I had to register first at that outdated computer setup and
then he would talk to me through the computer.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I stood in front of the blocky touchscreen computer and Duke
began to talk to me through it to get my information, such as my name, date of
birth, address, and other basic info. He may have also asked me what my
favorite color was. (Email connect where I asked Gorik in W3DL what his
favorite color was).<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>There was a small
line forming behind me of around three to five people as I was just getting to
the ‘input password’ screen. After that would have been the payment
screen.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I needed to choose a username
and password.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I quickly left the
computer, walked over the line guard rail and back to my sleeping area about
ten feet away where I promptly opened one of my trash bags and pulled out my black
wallet belt pouch with my cell phone in it.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>Then, I hurried back to the old-school computer at the front of the
line.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>This only took me about thirty
seconds to a minute, max.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I hopped back
over the single rope line to the front of the computer and said, “Sorry about
that.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I had to get my phone wallet . . .
wallet purse . . . wallet phone.” I needed it to pay digitally once we got to
it. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It seemed I’d have to go through
the whole system with the seller, Duke, for the entire process and then I’d get
two passes directly from him under the tent overhang area.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I entered my email address of ‘bluesomething’
and then a screen popped up on the blocky computer screen next to the ATM
computer tower asking me to select a password.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>On the screen were a handful of images of traditional type playing
cards.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I asked Duke, “So, I am to only
choose a password from these images? Cards?”<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>He replied, “Yes.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The old monitor screen set on a small table with the
password images on the screen, reminded me of an old school blocky desktop Apple
computer.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>(Ai code of love dream
connect)<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>On the blocky Apple PC style
screen there were four or five rows of playing cards and pictures about thumb
nail size.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was to select my password
from those pictures.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I thought, “Ok,
this is highly unusual . . .” <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>then I chose
and pressed the Queen of Clubs or Queen of Spades.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Actually, it seemed to morph from one into
the other, possibly starting as a Spade then morphing into a Club.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I thought of the Ryder Waite Tarot and the 9
of Diamonds I just removed from my book I was working to have Copyrighted;<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I next pressed the Queen of Diamond and was
thinking to press the Ace of Diamonds or Ace of Spades then decided, ‘Nah, I
just want these two queens, easy to remember.’<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I then held up my cell phone and took a quick picture of my chosen
password, since I didn’t have a pen or paper to write it down and I wanted to
ensure I remembered it or could pull it up if I forgot it. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Duke seemed to apologize to me for this
process being so rigorous.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I told him
though the computer it was ok and that I understood, otherwise everyone would
just buy Burning Man tickets all the time and they’d sell out way to fast and I
said, “It’s ok . . . we’re getting there.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I was now in another location; I was in a hotel style bedroom
that was my room because of having completed the first computer interview. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I had either gotten the Burning Man tickets or
would get them after I finished the next round of data input.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>On my bed sat another blocky old school style
PC computer screen.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>This one however,
looked more like an old Microsoft (grey and black color casing) old school
blocky monitor PC in one setup and like something straight out of the 80’s or
90’s.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The monitor PC took a good portion
of the bed.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>My daughter Meadow and I
were to share this bed.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It again seemed
that Duke apologized to me, this time through the PC monitor on the bed.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I seemed to need to get some sleep now or just
lay down to rest for a while before the next computer data input round.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The info I had entered in the first old
school computers had to go in first and it took a while for it to download into
the system.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It seemed to be around 10am.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>There was another person in my room, a lady
around her 50s with blondish hair, who felt to be Duke’s (?) assistant who
showed me to my room.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Meadow now entered the room with my mom (I think) and I was
looking at the bed trying to resolve how I’d sleep on it with Meadow in such a
way that she’d not not kick over the PC monitor with all the kicking and
turning she does as night.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Meadow
commented to me about our sleeping schedules and said, “We are totally on
different sleep schedules and can’t seem to get them together.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She meant we were like ships passing in the
night. She’d go to sleep around 4am and I’d just be waking up then or within
two hours around 6am and we be out and about for the day, while she slept.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Now, I found myself in another bed in another hotel room,
with a nightstand and lamp to my right.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I thought myself waking up from the dream sequence with Duke and the
computer in actual Waking 3D Life and I was pulling out my dream journal (spiral
bind sketch book) and blue G2 pen in the dark to document my experience. There
was a guy in the room with me that reminded me of an ex-partner and a former
writer friend of mine, but didn’t seem to be either.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Whoever he was, he wasn’t aware of my, “no
talking to me” rule until after I wrote and documented my dream(s).<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>So he asked me, “Whatcha doin’?”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I completely ignored him and kept on writing.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>My mom seemed to be in this room as
well.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I leaned over to the night lamp on
nightstand and clicked it ‘on’ for low light (Shadow being contemplating change
dream connect).<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was stoked to have successfully
found a journal to write in without any of the sometimes dream indicative
problems such as: pages filling up before I can write in it, or its already
full, or any other such nonsense.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Then, I realized I really needed to wake up and write, so I
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">8:22am<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>HARRY POTTER
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">My daughter Meadow and I were going to get a room at the
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>My parents already
had a room and if not we were going to book one for them too.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Meadow and I were outside at the moment in
front of a nice looking two-story house. We set down our two or three suitcases
on the watering hole ledge, along with a good number of other people’s
suitcases.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The small watering hole was
designed like a small natural fountain-pool and it was rather lovely.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We walked a short distance away to the main
hotel and to the particular section that was the ‘Harry Potter’ section of the
hotel.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We walked up to the male
concierge at the concierge desk to book and pay for a room. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">After I completed the transaction we were give our room
number . . . one . . . Meadow and I then walked down the wide and open hall
area to find our room only to discover this section was set up as large group
rooms!<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I look inside and saw a room
around 100ft by 70ft with around 30 beds inside. There were lots of young<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>girls around 12 and 13 years old.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The whole place had a dorm room/camper style
vibe and the room colors were largely pastels: pinks, blues, purples, and
possibly some yellows too.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I looked at
the sign numbers above the beds on the main far wall across the room and saw
“1-30.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I looked around to see if there
were any two beds still available next to one another, there was not.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I leaned over to Meadow and told her “This is
unacceptable. There has to be ‘regular individual rooms.’<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We are going back to the concierge to
ask-tell him we expected a regular individual family room, like what my parents
got. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Back at the concierge desk I told him we had expected a
regular individual private room.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He said
he’d work on it.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I told him we’d be right
back and that we’d go grab our suitcases with our clothes while he worked on
fixing the room problem.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Meadow and I went back outside and back to the house with
the watering-hole.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">That’s when I saw our suitcases . . . . open . . . <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>and <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>completely empty!<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The other suitcases left in the area with ours seemed to be
completely untouched. I was very unhappy about this and someone seemed to say
the owners the two-story house with this spa-fountain-pool (watering-hole) were
sometimes known to do that; steal things out of the suitcases and then sell
them for profit. They pointed to the carport overhang just beyond the
watering-hole section and said that’s where they typically take the suitcases; also
inferring the stolen goods.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I told
Meadow, “We are going in!”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We both then
wade-walked through the water of the watering-hole, which was the only way I could
see to get to the main house entryway carport overhang area. As we waded nearer
the carport, the ground sloped back up until we were on the dry cement under
the carport overhang.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Meadow and I spotted two younger people inside; teenagers: one
male, one female.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>One looked like a
young Chakotay from Star Trek Voyager, the American Indian male and subordinate
captain to the main captain, captain Janeway. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The female had long light brown hair and was
semi-attractive.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They both were very
smug and wanted to know how I’d gotten in there!.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I said, “Magik.” To maintain my secrets I had
used a Harry Potter style wand to ‘pick’ the locks to enter the house.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The teenage boy and girl were inside another
room behind what looked to me like a bullet proof glass window, reminding me
the Boulder Colorado Sheriff’s Office windows protecting the office workers.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Chakotay
and the girl had already sold off some of my stuff for a handsome profit
already and they were very smug about it!<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>They had sold off two, or three, or even five of my things already, even
possibly my underwear like they were the shroud of Torin!<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was VERY unhappy with them!<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They thought themselves untouchable behind
their bullet-proof-looking glass window, but no matter, I used my magik again and
unlocked their door and went inside the room with Meadow. We were now behind
the bullet-proof-looking glass window with them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">They both tried to run at me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The Chakotay-looking boy first, as he got
near me I briefly grappled with him a bit . . . then . . . I stripped him down
naked . . .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">But, he still wasn’t getting the message (and needed to) and
he needed to have some remorse for what he’d done, so I kicked him over by his
butt. He fell onto the floor and I demanded he tell me where our clothes
were!<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The teenage girl just watched.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Meadow seemed to be handling her some.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I then did something further to the boys butt
and pulled out a razor and put a single cut on it, to expose his a-- hole.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He was extremely humiliated now and starting
to feel some remorse, or at the very least shame, though he was still being a
jerk.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I decided he needed something more
and so I spanked him very hard, at least once and I said, “DON’T YOU EVER STEAL
From ME <u>OR</u> ANYONE Else EVER AGAIN!”<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>The girl now tried to come at me from both her own foolishness and
because the boy cried for her help.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I
told her she was NOT to TOUCH ME EVER or to even try to lay a finger on me, or
I’d do exactly to her as I’d just done to the boy! Meadow watched.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I then let the light haired brunette know I
meant business and I grabbed her and flipped her onto the floor and used my
Magik to tie her hands like she was a pig to be roped.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I demanded again they tell us where our
clothes were! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The, I went back over to the boy, stood him up again and
hugged him in a very seductive menacing way; in a similar fashion to how Colin
Farrell’s character in ‘Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them’ film did to
the butch haircut boy he was playing; I then sexy-like grabbed his face and put
my mouth and face by his ear and whispered to him, “Where are my things!?<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>What have you done with them!?<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>YOU WILL TELL ME!” I then lightly and
disgusted gently shoved him back and away to let him know I’d further embarrass
and humiliate him if he didn’t tell me immediately.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He seemed fully ashamed now.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was disgusted with him and his idiot cohort
girl.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The boy sheepishly told me where
my clothes were.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He pointed to an area
nearby saying what’s left of my things; i.e. not already sold off to the
highest bidder; was over there, like he’d already gotten a million dollars for some
of my clothes and items he’d already sold off. My things all seemed numbered
with restaurant-like table numbers and like they were part of a Federal
evidence crime scene. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I again grabbed the Chakotay-like boy, this time by the
scruff of his shoulders-neck-skin areas and threw him back and gently
away.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>This time I’d ‘dusted him off
first,’ like a bad guy using someone for information and that I was now tossing
aside once done with them.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He and the
girl tried to say they or others wouldn’t like me very well for doing this.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I told them I couldn’t care less if beings like
them liked me or not or if their (idiot) friends or followers liked me or
not.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I then told them, “You are NOT good
people and I don’t need ‘friends’ like you . . . in fact . . . nobody need
friends like you.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Who wants to be
friends with liars and thieves who just steal their things and clothes as if their
own to sell.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I sure don’t.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">With that, I left my clothes there for the moment telling
them I’d be back with our suitcases to carry it all away again.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I warned them if they tried anything foolish
(funny business) in the meantime, like lie and call the cops to try to say I
was robbing them . . . I’d further humiliate them with the truth and prove that
it was all my stuff and would expose their entire operation of theft of the
likely hundreds of others they’d stolen from as well.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They seemed to have an Area 51 style factory
warehouse attached to the two-story home that may have been parading around as being
the ‘garage.’ But, if felt more like a Warehouse 3 (TV series, Warehouse 13) type
place and they had it filled with stolen goods they’d sell off.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They had been running their black ops theft
mission of illegal sales out of the warehouse.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I let them know if they tried anything foolish with me, I’d be happy to
let the investigations go on because I was innocent and the evidence would show
that and it’d reveal all the rest of their scams.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They were like Hillary Clinton with the
Russian Collusion and fake investigations that exposed her.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I went back outside to get our suitcases and told Meadow to
wait there and keep an eye on them and that I’d be right back.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She had enough magik to keep an eye on them
and remain safe if they misbehaved again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">2018_02_10_FEB<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>JEALOUS
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I was walking in some kind of mall-like space, that was a factory
future tech warehouse.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>A princess lived
here.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She was to take over after her
mother, the Queen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">There were two seats situated directly across from each
other.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They were connected with what
looked like eight fiber optic looking cables that were thin like guitar
strings. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The chairs were about thirty
feet apart and the princess was sitting in one of them. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I went and sat in the other.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>This place seemed to be her kingdom, yet I had
more power.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She felt to be a little
jealous of me and said, “Why do you even have to be here?”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But, she was open minded to looking and
listening some. I could see the wheels turning in her head; she thought I might
be there to usurp her power.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Then, she
quickly realized I didn’t care about that.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>She saw how interested I was in things and how I enjoyed my life and
simple pleasures.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She wanted to be able
to do that.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But, she wasn’t exactly sure
how.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>So she was ok with letting me sit
in the other chair because I wasn’t there to usurp her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I began to fiddle with the fiber optics at both our feet,
that connected my chair area (like a Queen’s throne) to her Princess Icy rocky
area.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Her area was similar to the
Disneyland’s Matterhorn Abominable snowman area.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>As I was adjusting a fiber optic string, it
broke.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The Princess was a little mad at
me for that and said, “Fine, you want to break and remove one of mine, then
here, I’m gonna break and remove one of yours.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I hadn’t done it on purpose.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But, it broke like things did at this one
person’s house I stayed in for a month.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>Where I would just touch something and it would fall apart or
break.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I decided I didn’t want to
explain it, so I replied, “I didn’t mean to and I’ll certainly look to see if I
can fix or replace it. She now threw over a string at me that she had removed
to no longer be connected to the chair on her side.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I again told her I didn’t do it on
purpose.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I began to look around me to
see if I could tie the string I accidentally broke back onto my side.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I found the other part of the string and
tried to pull it back to my side to tie it together and it was way too short. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I wondered how it had ever connected to my
side in the first place.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The fiber optic cable in my hand suddenly transformed into a
foot long shaft, about one inch in diameter. It was similar to a fiber optic
lamp I used to have, where the fiber optic insert section had hundreds of fiber
optics fronds joined at their base tips.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>This foot long piece in my hand didn’t have as many bristles as the one
I used to have, but it still was very tightly packed and had a lot of
them.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The Princess softened as she
realized I was genuine and hadn’t meant to break the cord.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She was talking to me the entire time. I
walked over to the piece of fiber optic on her side.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She remained seated on her throne.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>There two fiber optic Cockatoos at the base
of her throne, one was missing its tail.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I got the Princess to stop talking and listen to me for a moment and said,
“I’m sorry, there just wasn’t a spot over there by me to hook this into (inferring
the fiber optic piece in my hand) and you should have this back and use it as
the tail on your second fiber optic Cockatoo bird.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The Cockatoo
area at the base of the throne was set up like a mini shrine.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I leaned down and placed the fiber optic
piece into the bird’s tail spot. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The
birds were both sort of “It’s a Small World” at Disneyland vibe. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The Princess now fully realized I was completely genuine and
sincere and that I had no desire to usurp her power, so she softened even more
towards me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She even seemed to want to help
me and be my friend now.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She stopped
talking in ‘cutting’ ways to me now, and was actively trying to get along with
me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She reminded me of the ‘Evil Queen’
from Once Upon A Time when she had softened and became a good guy.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She felt to be helping me energetically and
she began to look for another fiber optic to connect back to my side
again.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I told her, “It’s ok, if it
works out and you find one, great.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>If not,
that’s ok too. I’ll be grateful either way and appreciate you looking.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">There was someone else in the room, reminding me of the man
I bought my Spark car from.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was then briefly
in the dealership having a conversation about sales and cars with our former
fleet guy.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We had a whole conversation
about sales and selling things.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He
wanted to help me, as I told him sales was not my best skill. Lol</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">NEW GOOD WITCH SCHOOL MARM AND 2 FRUSTRATED BAD WITCHES </span>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">9:19am</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I was with a small group of people and a guy who reminded me
of a family friend from my childhood named Jim Berry.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He wanted to partner up with me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He was about 40 years old.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I had just been with another group and that group had two
bad (evil-ish) witches leading it.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Then,
the group voted for a good witch to head the school(?).<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The good witch then asked me for assistance
and to give her advice while she was in front of about 100 students. A super
snobby girl, like Ethel in the Worst Witch, was saying how she wanted the two
bad-evil witched to lead again.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I nipped
that in the bud right away and stated, “No way.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>No thank you!”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Those two witches
were abusive and pedophile-like and were.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The good witch was speaking and asking the seemingly
all-girls school about something.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Then,
she asked if how she was doing it was fine.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I told her, yes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">All the class groups headed outside to the river area.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The water was ICY cold looking.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We were all either going to get in or simply
follow it on the river bank downstream.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>The two bad witches now threatened to do stuff.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I looked at them both with my ‘Seriously’
look.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Both of them were trying to hook
into me ethereally, through trying to get me to feel sorry for them or to let
them energetically feed through empathy.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>Instead I replied, “Sorry girls . . . ” (Not really ‘sorry,’<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>but more a ‘sorry’ try on their part. Lol) “
. . . I have zero empathy or concern for anyone like you two anymore.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I couldn’t care less about either of you or
what happens to you. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Your kind/type now
gets to reap the results (rewards) of your own actions and I feel absolutely
nothing for you regarding your own results, because too many others before you
have ruined it for your kind.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>So I have
zero empathy for you.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Compassion . . .
yes. Empathy or emotion. . . NO.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They
were a little taken aback, cause they were used to manipulating and feeding off
of others that way and learned instantly that wasn’t going to work with
me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>So not they were threatening to
poison the water and to take Billy (my old favorite black cat) from me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I rolled my eyes at them, indicating them
nothing more than unskilled children with nothing to offer me or the other
girls. The Ethel-like snob girl was near us and being supportive of their
idiocy, but considering to switch sides because the evil witches were no longer
in power nor were they the most powerful.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The two evil witches were now saying the water was being
poisoned somewhere further up the river way, more towards source and like only
they knew where it was and how to stop that.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I replied, “I doubt that.” to them being the only ones who could or
would stop it.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They were agitated they
couldn’t ruffle my feathers or rile me up.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The good witch leader now instructed some of the girls to
get into the water and just go with the flow down the river.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The water did seem to have something virus
like in the stream (Flu? Nanobots?) that’d give them some kind of contaminant
and age them, leading to a slow death.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>Like they would blacken over time and their body parts would slowly die
off that way.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But, for now, everyone
looked fine and unaffected.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I got in briefly and told everyone to cross their legs, so
as not to ‘romance the stone’ and then<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I
went down stream with them a little ways and then got back out of the water.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The two naughty-evil witches were at the spot
I got out and were saying “We’d never get into the water because its poisoned”
and then they threatened with something else, that was a hand sized and box-like
device.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It looked sort of like the power
box to a sublimation printer; they were threatening they’d do something with
it.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The box felt to be red, white, blue,
and black.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It seemed like a ticking time
bomb made of metal, like a robot.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I replied,
“Oh please, you have got to be kidding me.”<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I said it in a very<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>‘you guys are
such idiots’ tone. They were still trying to get an emotional rise out of me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I knew they couldn’t hurt me, but I still
had to keep an eye out for the new nice head mistress and the girls.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The evil witches were very frustrated to not get an
emotional reaction response from me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>So,
they now offered to help locate the problem at the source.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Like it had something to do with a pink trim
and a three layers and tiered white birthday cake.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I replied, “Yeah, sure, whatever, that’d be
nice.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But, I won’t believe you until <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">after </i>I see it’s done.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Basically, as far as I’m concerned you guys
are completely useless, unless I see action first, your words mean absolutely
nothing at all to me.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They were now
trying to do things the right way, but only because they had no effect on me
and thereby were out of power and wanted some semblance of power back.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I was going to continue to keep an eye on them, as it wasn’t
like they’d ‘changed.’<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They had been
left with a choice alternative that doing the wrong thing was liked less, so
they opted to do the ‘right’ thing and to at least give the illusion of doing something
right in hopes to regain their power again.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>But, that wasn’t gonna happen.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>They were lousy ‘people’ (beings) and they were still looking for ways
to be naughty and wreak havoc. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">2018_05_19_MAY MESSING WITH CORPORATE GUYS – THEY CAN’T
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"> (C) 2018 All rights reserved Ari Stone</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I found myself in a very high security building
structure.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It was so large, it qualified
as vast.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>There were many stories and
rooms, similar to a San Francisco building that covered an entire city block.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It was extremely fancy, modern, sleek, and
very Intel Silicone valley style. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I snuck in now through their alarm systems by becoming
invisible and passed through their walls and was now inside.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was checking things out for fun.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was also curious about what they do
inside.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was also there to throw a
monkey wrench in their gears by proving (by way of showing) how flawed their systems
were.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I flew and floated around inside . . . and . . . got
spotted!<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Oh . . . They did not like my
being there!!! (lol)<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They wanted to nab
me BIG TIME! One very boss-like guy wanted to nab me in particular and bring me
in for questioning.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He sent ALL his
security guards after me!<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But, only one
or two at a time per building section.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Reminding
me of the ICC prison escape dream.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The security guards were trying all sorts of things and just
as they would get near me . . . I’d pass through the floors to the lower level,
or go through the walls to the next room, or fly up and through the ceiling to
the room above.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They were getting very
frustrated!<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>(lol)<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They got close a few times to nabbing me,
even almost touching me, but, then, I’d pass through something and a new guy
would have to follow me from the new section area I entered.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="margin: 0px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="margin: 0px;">https://aristoneart.blogspot.com/2018/01/20180109jan-escaping-icc-prison-with-my.html </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">There was a main ‘Smith’ style agent after me, that reminded
me of the Mafia Son guy chasing after me dream.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>He was determined to catch me!<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He
always seemed to be following me with the one or two other security officers,
possibly one of them was Duke.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The Mafia
Son guy was radioing in and doing all kinds of things to try to corner me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I now entered a room with a huge pool that was lined with
lovely windows to let in the sunlight.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I
seemed to get into the water and did a back float for a minute and them a
forward breast stroke.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The Mafia guy entered
the pool room.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He was attracted to me, but
trying to stay focused. He got into the pool water with me and began to swim toward
me and was very close, almost touching me.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>He radioed his men to be in all the surrounding rooms.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He had gotten wise to my wall-pass-through-game
some and now he had men in every surrounding room ready to nab me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The Mafia Guy was now just about <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>to touch me and at the last second . . .<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I passed through the walls to the outside of
the building!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I was outside now floating in the air and decided to go back
inside, guess I hadn’t caused enough mayhem yet. (lol)<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>So, I went back near the Mafia Guy and then went
invisible again and passed into the wall.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I knew he had men in the rooms on the other side of the wall, so I just
stayed inside the wall, seemingly as ‘one’ with the wall.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I now moved around the building through the walls as if a ‘spirit.’<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>(I was somehow reminded of the dream where
mama Earth wanted to marry couples.)<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I
then moved around inside the floors.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>They couldn’t find me but, they knew where I was! (lol)<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They were always hot on my tail but could never
quite seem to catch me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I thought of my
shapeshifting for my animal prisoner sanctuary love dream.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I became visible and entered a large atrium now and wondered
if this was the atrium I cleaned the ceiling of, in another dream, using magik.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The security men came in and still wanted to
nab me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I flew up toward the ceiling
just out of reach of their hands, barely above their fingertips and so close I
could almost feel their fingertips touching me . . . but not quite.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Then, I went invisible again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I flew over to a balcony area and decided I better leave before
they sent everyone in the building and caught me. (lol)<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was like a spry faery to them.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Zip-zip-zing-zing . . . here-there. . . <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>GAH! . . . everywhere . . . nowhere . . . they
were frustrated . . .<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>trying so hard! So
close! And yet . . . no banana’s . . . lol!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I passed through the window, on one of the uppermost floors
of the skyscraper building and was outside floating in the air.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It seemed to be night.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The guards now turned on the yellow
searchlight beams to get me. (lol)<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I
noted their prison guard fences and barbed wire.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It seemed they might emitted a tall beam
upwards toward space; reminding of the CERN mesh metal capture nets; and as
though the beam to space could be used to keep me in.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But, I wasn’t worried I knew I’d be ok and
find my way out.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I figured, the ‘beam’
was probably just another lie and not a real thing anyways.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Just another story they told of something
like, ‘the beam shot way up to the moon and back.’ It was possible Saturn might
have been involved somehow as well.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I
was reminded of the Mirror World dream where I unsealed the room that the
announcer inside the boring little room was trying to convince me I would be
trapped inside forever and after a few minutes I decided I was board and
leaving and so I spoke my language and unsealed the door and left.. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">This CERN vibe building also reminded of the CERN building
dream with the fans on the rooftop and by extension Terry Perry and the vortex
delivery systems and how there were two versions of her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Three or four birthdays also seemed involved, with one being
my own.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">2018_07_06 ENDER’S GAME – I GET A HEADSET AND GO ONSTAGE TO
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I had just left ‘Michelle Pfeiffer’s’ house and now I found
myself at an outdoor competition event. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Groups and Teams were
being decided.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">It seemed an Ender’s game type game.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I walked by a guy who reminded me of Ken, a
former youth pastor of mine.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He asked
me, “Do you want to sign up for golf?”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I
replied, “Frisbee golf?” He said, “No, regular pro golf.” I could tell he was
wondering if I knew how to ‘play’ golf at all due to my hesitation, so I filled
in the blanks for him, “I do know how to play . . . But, I don’t want to.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>So, No, don’t sign me up.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I continued to head toward the main indoor
event.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">As I walked towards the main event, I saw Gorik in his more
Walt Disney disguise.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He seemed a
little ego arrogant like he was better than me because he was ‘famous’ and I
was just some po-dunk nobody and why should someone as famous as him want or
need to talk with someone so unknown as me. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He actually did want to talk with me, but he
didn’t want it to look obvious that he did.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>He approached me now and we walked together toward the main event.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He began to tell me how we view things
differently, even ‘challenges.’<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I asked
him what he meant by ‘challenges’ and if he could define it.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He seemed a little annoyed I even asked.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I explained, “You just made it clear we view
A LOT of things differently and because my view is likely very different, I
need you to define the word.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Gorik
replied, “You have ‘wants.’ <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I have ‘needs.’”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I then asked him, “What do you mean by ‘wants’
and ‘needs?’<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>And what do you mean by ‘me’
having ‘wants’ and you having ‘needs?’<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>What kinds of needs?<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Can you
define them?”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Gorik was very annoyed
with me now.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He considered me stupid for
even needing to ask about something so simple.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">We then arrived at the main indoor event location.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Gorik wanted me with him, but he was awkward
and embarrassed being seen with me in front of his co-workers and the
crowd.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But, he continued to talk with me.
I followed him over to the main event speaker table.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He sat down to my left and got busy with
paper work. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>There were around eight
other ‘famous’ type speakers at the table as well, also preparing. I remained
standing and started to ask Gorik if he wanted to meet up later to talk. Then
his security officer, an MIB style guy, came over and started talking with him
and leaned across the table directly in front of me to whisper-speak to
Gorik.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I felt rather awkward standing
there and thought I overheard them speaking about me and the event, but I wasn’t
sure.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They finally had a lull in their conversation
so I tried to interject quickly, “So, are we just gonna meet up later to talk
some more, or no?” As I was asking my question, the MIB guy turned into a sort
of Tasmanian Devil whirlwind and literally whisked Gorik away in the whirlwind,
so my question was instead heard by two salt and pepper haired older men in
their 60’s, one with thick bushy eyebrows . . .<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>and . . . they were french kissing . . . I was like, ‘uh….ok….this is
awkward….’and I walked off to the main event area. The other guest speakers had
left the same time Gorik had.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I made my way to the balcony section, where I could overlook
the event from above. It was a competition of teams and there were around eight
to ten people on the stage at a time seated in chairs with headgear pieces on.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It seemed like it was a role-play ‘space
attack’ type game, for multiple players.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>Something maybe more like a blend of Star Wars and Ender’s Game.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>There
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I was now being given a headset piece by a rules
person/event coordinator, to communicate with player #4 or #5 up front on
stage.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I think it was #4.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I accepted the headset piece.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It reminded me of headphones only the ear area
was hard plastic that jutted out sorta like ears themselves to put in my
ears.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The headpiece was shiny white with
some modernesk blue accents and an eye piece attached for viewing with the left
eye.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I began to test the microphone to
ensure it worked like the ‘rules’ person stated who’d handed it to me and as I
tested it I said “Number one” then “two, three, four, five…” each time I said a
number it switched from one person to the next on the stage.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>On the large overview flat screen I saw a
green radar type thing that moved over a pie shape wedge each time I stated a
new number. To speak with an individual player, I had to focus on them and say their
number to be on their channel. The game helper was looking at me, I stated “I
had to test it out first to make sure it was working right.” The game helper
agreed that I would definitely want to have fully functional equipment.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>For fun and amusement, I then put the
headset on like a headband across my forehead as though a crown. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Next, I went back downstairs and onto the stage and faced
the crowds.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I didn’t know what I was
supposed to do exactly but I knew I’d figure it out as we went along.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I then put the headpiece on backwards with
the eyepiece behind my head and on the right. I was thinking the eye piece was
for my right eye.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Then someone (a
girl?) from where I’d been sitting in the balcony empathed to me to turn it
around and place it over my left eye.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I
expected once I got it on correctly I’d see ‘the world’ the game was being
played in along with likely holographic scrolling words and/or data.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I turned the headset around so it was
properly over my left eye and the ear pieces seated inside my ears.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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#EndersGame #advancedtechnology #multiplayergame #harrypotter #twinflame #shaman #dreamwalker #dreamwalkermagik</div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Question:<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>How to
access my powers, through love, in Waking 3D Life on my (and everyones) Optimal
temporal timeline?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Dream Emailed to SBA (Sphere Being Alliance - August 1, 2017
<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>- 0027_Dreams-Vatican.pdf)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Michael Salla Connecting Article Post September 2017:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><a href="https://michaelsalla.com/2017/09/29/elon-musk-just-made-secret-space-program-disclosure-inevitable/"><span style="color: blue;">https://michaelsalla.com/2017/09/29/elon-musk-just-made-secret-space-program-disclosure-inevitable/</span></a>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Note the similar dream jet drawing of mine to the image on
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Recent Connecting YouTube video that was deleted soon after
upload tonight by: thirdphaseofmoon</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><a href="http://youtu.be/mA5_arjGOE4"><span style="color: blue;">http://youtu.be/mA5_arjGOE4</span></a>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I am uncertain of why it was deleted. Could be the launch
info changed or it was ‘removed’ by ‘others.’<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I took some notes and screenshots that connected with my dream. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>There was expected to be a loud sonic boom
over the LA area tonight around 7:21pm their time zone.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I don’t know if that will occur or not
now.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But, it was said Elon Musk warned
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I was standing on the back deck of my home, overlooking the
backyard.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I looked up and was watching a
jet plane.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It was white with a thick
orange stripe marking near, or on, the bottom of the plane.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It may have been two-tone – ¾ white and ¼ light
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">It was set to fly over my yard.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>At first it was way high up, moving very slow.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I watched it grow larger as it came closer to
me. As it got closer, I could somehow hear the talk inside my head that was
going on inside of the jet or I was hearing the news on the TV that they were
heading somewhere (<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Antarctica</b>?).<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It was a military jet with a few passengers
on board.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The jet was now almost over
the yard and very large . . . bigger . . . lower . . . closer . . . lower . . .
and closer still . . . it was now directly over the yard and going fairly slow,
then it turned in a tight “U” and definitely not normal for a typical jet and
it went extremely slowly back the way it had just come.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The jet couldn’t have been moving faster than
10 or 15 Miles Per Hour.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I could see (in my minds eye) a pilot with dark sunglasses
on an in an MIB (Men In Black) style suite. The MIB was an Air Force guy . . .
and . . . they were watching me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It felt
to be a USAF (United States Air Force) jet.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I could feel there were around 15 to 20 passengers onboard spackled sparsely
about. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The plane now came back a second time to pass over the yard
and seemed to now be moving the same slow speed only this time, backwards and
lower still about hand or fist size if I held it up to gain perspective.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I estimated it was around 100 to 500 feet
above the yard.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Then, it stopped and forward,
going back the way it had just come flying backwards.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Oddly, it felt a passenger or one of the
pilots forgot something and were going back to the shuttle launch bay again for
it.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Then, the jet turned around again and came back a third time
with it’s front end heading towards me and the yard again.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They were still ‘pretending’ it was all
normal and as if this jet was for ‘other’ things.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I could still hear them talking somehow on
the radios or the Television news.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Now,
the jet positioned itself vertical, with its nose tip straight up and it was
getting lower, and lower, as if it was going to land right there in my
backyard.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Now the jet was coming
extremely and appeared it was about to land on top of the yard fence-line.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was a reasonably safe distance away as this
jet came down.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I did not recall hearing
any sounds.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Just as the jet back end was
about to touch down on the fence-line, they engaged the jets.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I saw what was more like white steam and
smoke-like-mist come out of the four round jet ports at the base of the plane,
I still didn’t recall hearing any sounds to this point, it was silent.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It also seemed to operate on different
gravity principles. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Then, the jet began to go up like a rocket launching and
only minor steam and water base vapors came out.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The jet went straight up and still extremely
slow and controlled.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They were watching
me and trying to act like this jet was just a ‘normal’ commercial airliner!
(lol)<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Then, the jet finally went back
again the way they’d originally came.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I
thought they were higher up again by that point, even a hundred or so feet
above the tree-line and then they went back horizontal like a normal jet again
and then, took off like a quiet shot and were gone!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Now, I was inside the house and seemed to be both watching
or looking at an (old?) report in black and white on a TV or seeing a still
magazine article page about the launch/take-off of this new advanced tech
jet.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>When the jet hovered, I was reminded
of my brother’s stories about how similar types of jets used to follow him<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>in his car and perform all sorts of different
unnatural to standard jet maneuvers.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The article was both rectangular and square.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It was like looking at an old school black
and white TV screen (1950’s?) and the black and white article.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But, it was just the ‘cover story’ for the
real reason they were using it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I thought of what an aerospace illustrator had said to me at
one time regarding fear based training for people with abilities like mine and
thought-felt these were those types of people that might be getting taken to
one of those type of facilities.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">There was another dream scene of some sort before this,
where I seemed to be in a casino speaking with casino pit boss, that connected
with another dream.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I found myself at a college-like campus inside one of the
campus dorm rooms. I was dealing with a rather unruly and rude group of
people.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Actually, most seemed ok, but
there were a handful of jerk troublemakers.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>They weren’t too severe, more the typical emotional-abuser-bully types,
the kind who are used to emotionally abusing others to get their way.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I went outside to where a crowd of about 100 people were and
decided I was tired of the bully types running things, so I decided to use my
magik.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>There was one guy in particular
who was being a total jerk.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He was
fairly handsome and used to having his way.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>But, I was done with his type running the show.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I spoke very loudly and clearly to the crowd of people. My
voice boomed out.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was very pleased by
this.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The bully guys wanted to shut me
up.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>My voice energies were a beautiful
blue light verging on purple-blue.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>As I
spoke, I confounded the bullies and was now going to show my powers.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>One of the male bullies ran at me and tried
to attack me to force me to shut up and be quiet.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I simply used my magik to deflect him.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Another guy also tried to lung at me, who
reminded me of Patrik.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I had a little
bit of trouble deflecting him, but then I spoke my language somewhat angrily at
him and scolded him very badly, speaking my language and his all at the same
time.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was angry with him for his
abusive-bully foolishness and I let him know just how utterly disgusted and
done I was with his type treating me and other so poorly. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He was now crumpling to the floor. A one, two,
or three, of the female bullies came running at me now, accusing me of all
kinds of things I didn’t do.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I flew up into the air leaving the girls down below, as they
continued to throw out false verbal accusations at me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I then made a huge storm come in with very
dark clouds and thunder and lightning, with my voice continuing to boom
out.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They all looked, watched, and
listened, some in fear.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I spoke loudly
in my language and then in their language, as though to interpret for them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I came back down to the ground and growl warned anyone who
came near me to behave themselves and watch it!<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I went into a smaller room now with 20 to 30 people or so inside and I
spoke very loudly, so those outside could hear me too.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Some were very afraid.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I said, “You see my magik abilities and powers now! I can do
that and SO MUCH MORE!<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I could do great
damage and destruction to you all . . . do you know why I do not?<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>A girl shyly answered, “because you don’t
want to hurt us?” She reminded me of the little bully girl I dealt with in
another dream. I said, “That is exactly correct and these powers cannot be used
for harm anyways.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Though I can use them
for protective and preventative measures and to bend the will of other’s around
my own.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>That is to say, those who choose
to interfere with my life, I may directly interfere with theirs because they
have given me permission.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It matters not
to me if they interfere with my life in Waking 3D Life or in soul-spirit
realms.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It matters not to me the
‘where’.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Some more Super Stealth Program guys tried to run at me
again.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>One felt like Ken, but was
appearing as a younger version of himself, he was trying to shoot me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I somewhat angrily used my magik to energy
wrap him and his negative energy bullet and proceeded to severely scold-chide
him, “We both already know how foolish that is and how that won’t work on me.”
Then, I somewhat rudely pushed him aside to let him know he was still acting
like a foolish idiot.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Now another guy tried to come at me, with Duke energy. He
was trying to conjure his behemoth snake again. I boomed out loudly and somewhat
angrily dissipated the creature he was trying to form and I scolded him, “IT
DOES NOT MATTER WHAT SPECIES A THING OR PERSON IS AND<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>shame on you for using a poor snake and his
species in such a vile way!!!<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I then
blew him back with chi energies from my hands, like I did with the intruders in
the glass house dream. . . then . . . I left the room.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Now Gorik came up to me and was trying to bully me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He was accusing me of being some kind of
“kitten” or some type of “tiger” or some kind of “sex crazed animal.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>At first I spoke to him softly, he wasn’t
listening.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I tried a second time softly,
he still wasn’t listening.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Then, I
grabbed him and very loudly and directly into his face I said, “I AM A DRAGON!
A BIG, LARGE, ROYAL WHITE DRAGON!” He didn’t fully believe me and even scoffed
at me. “You have seen me utilize my form somewhat and Patrik has seen me fully
in it!<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I am here to fix and change
things and I already have!”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He was now
trying to grab at me and hit me, just like he did in the soul cleanse dream
where he couldn’t hit me and he became exhausted trying, but he was right up
next to me and I said, “We both know you can’t do anything to me that way . . .
grow up already and get a clue.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He kept
trying and I walk-push shoved him away and back.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I then somewhat angrily energy wrapped him in
a sphere and continued to speak my language.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>He was starting to believe me some, though he was extremely arrogant
still. He continued to be very close to me.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>His energies now shifted through an array of other peoples’ energies I
knew and that he reminded me of.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I told
him he had to be himself now to speak with me.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I continued to display my powers to what was becoming a growing crowd of
people.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Gorik was starting to believe more
because he couldn’t thwart me or negative energy affect me. He also knew I
meant what I said and that I meant business with my Twin Flame . . . because I
said so.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: calibri;">Q:<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>What do I need to
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<span style="font-family: calibri;">I found myself on the second floor of the mall with Gorik,
again appearing as my brother, along with some others.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I entered into a small convenience like
store similar to the lil mom and pop one in Camino, CA.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was looking down isles with a mini shopping
cart I was placing candy into to buy.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I
had three things in my cart, a mixed bag of candy containing candies such as: Snickers,
Hersheys, butterscotch candies, and other similar types of candy.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I had a single piece of another kind of candy
I couldn’t quite make out what it was and maybe a palm size red bouncy ball.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>One of the two guys directly with me was my ‘brother.’
<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We were there to meet someone, a
contact, <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>at another location in the
mall.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Gorik told me, “come on, hurry up,
we have to go.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I decided I didn’t want
all of the candy in my mini shopping cart after all and took the cart over to
the register.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Habib, an Arab Indian man
seemed to be the checker and I said to him, “I don’t want everything in my cart.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was in a hurry now and didn’t have time to
do a credit card payment.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: calibri;">Gorik didn’t want to wait any longer and went to the main
mall section.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: calibri;">I pulled the one candy item that I couldn’t make out what it
was, out of my cart and handed it to Habib to ring it up,<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He told me it was $1.36. I said, “Oh good.” and
I pulled out $2 in cash of my $3 from my black cell phone wallet and handed it
to him.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He rang up the sale and counted
back to me my change, giving me silver coins and copper pennies in a
stack.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I thanked him and he said he’d
put away the other two items for me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I
thank him again and headed out to the main mall section on the second floor to
find Gorik.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: calibri;">I spotted him and went to main mall are where he was at, but
I didn’t go over to him at his location, I just stayed nearby and in eye site
view.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>There was a big husky man that
felt like Gorik’s friend Duke in W3DL and who stood about a foot taller than me
with wavy-curly black hair.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Duke spotted
me and came over to me in a very stealthy-like fashion and began to mumble talk
to me, “What, do you want to be spotted?”<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>He said it like I was being super obvious about looking for a secret
mall contact because I was playing it off as if I was looking for a
friend.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I thought Duke was being over
the top obvious by looking all MIB style, though is seemed he wasn’t completely
over the top because he didn’t seem to be wearing the MIB glasses to go with
the rest of the look.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He also felt to be
something of a computer hacker kinda guy. I asked Duke if the game was to
pretend we were a couple and if we were to kiss or something.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He told me nope and was sort of thinking me a
groupie for a moment because of that. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: calibri;">Duke then began leading me toward the quarter wall overlook seating
a little distance away and stopped as we approached and stated, “Here, you need
a shot of this.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>and he pulled out what
appeared to be a Icee Spray candy that felt to be the blue color. I opened my
mouth and then paused a moment to ask, “What’s it for?” he answered, “So you
can hear me better.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It seemed the ‘spray
candy’ would help me decode whatever language he actually spoke, like he was an
alien or something that spoke in chitters, crackles, numbers, or even clicks
and pops (Mantis race?)<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Duke spritzed one
spray into my mouth. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: calibri;">Various mall shoppers continued milling around our location,
but most went around us as if we were inside a reasonably sized circle with a
certain radius for distance.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Duke again
directed me toward the seating area, “Come with me.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The ‘candy’ now began to take effect as we
walked.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Everything around me seemed to
do a weird “Bzzzzzzar” type sound, as if it was a film camera focus pull-in made
just for ears and in particular, my ears.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I was hearing everything ‘the same’ only I was now mildly giddy and
everything was extremely strange. . . sounds became more ‘milky-like’ and I
felt I could almost see and feel another wave length, density, or dimension, and
as if I was walking through it at that moment.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I could feel the sounds around us as being thicker. I was trippin’ and
exclaimed softly, “Whoa . . . <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>that’s
neato . . .” It was as though I was seeing things psychedelically only it was
for ears and hearing.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The ‘spray candy’
had made sounds so thick I could almost see them.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It was very cool.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I seemed sort of intoxicated, only I was
completely sober, but my state of mind was very different.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>So much so, I had to lean on Duke to walk.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>My hearing/sound senses were so heightened I
needed my grid lattice energy field to be directly touching his grid lattice
energy field, as though it was to remind my lattice again how to walk. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: calibri;">I continued trippin’ on this new and cool experience as Duke
was now telling me all kinds of things to do with our next contact and
something to look for or expect. We reached the quarter wall cement bench seat
area and Duke sat down.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was totally
trippin’ out on the effects of the ‘candy’ and how I was experiencing sound, I
sat down on Duke’s lap.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He held me for a
minute as he continued talking to me some more, then I said, “This is so weird.”
Inferring my altered state and how I was totally trippin’ fascinated by it all
and the sounds.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The candy also made it
so I could only hear him, though I definitely was hearing all the sounds around
me too, only they were more muffled and muted.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>But if I wanted to, I could full on pick and choose what sounds or
conversations I wanted to hear . . . anywhere . . . even miles away . . . or in
another country.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>All I had to do was
focus in on what I wanted to hear and all the other sounds would be muted and
muffled background noise, unless I chose to focus directly on them. I was
stoked on this and acting like I was on LSD seeing auras or something, only this
was for ears and hearing. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Yet, I was
fully cognizant.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was so amazed and
even overwhelmed that it was like I was drunk too, but definitely not drunk
either. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: calibri;">I was now laying on Duke’s lap and trippin out fascinated.
Duke responded, “Never had that reaction before.” Apparently, most people
noticed nothing and even he himself didn’t seem to notice the effects like I
was experiencing either.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Most people
would get a spritz and then they’d hear the other person better and that was
pretty much that.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I sat up again on Duke’s
lap and the rest of our group came over now, including Gorik.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I slid off of Duke’s lap now and lay down on
the cement bench seat with my head resting on the planter part.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Gorik asked, ‘What’s with her?” Duke
replied, “I gave her the spray.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Gorik
responded, “huh . . .” it felt when he’d had it before and had maybe a lightly more
heightened than most reaction, but nothing like what I was having. I scooted
over some more on the bench and made a spot for Gorik between Duke and I and
Gorik laid down to next to me on my right and next to Duke’s left. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: calibri;">An attractive half-black/half white man also came over and
sat down next to me on my left and a very tall female, reminding me of Wendy,
to his left.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Gorik and I now sat up and
he introduced me to Alex.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But, I already
knew Alex and we had already seen each other in the convenience store earlier.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I slipped my hand to be holding Alex’s hand between
my leg and his.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We were all sitting so
close to one another that we all were touching the person next to us.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I told Gorik a lil’ sheepishly that Alex and
I had already met. But, that we’d not done anything more than hold hands or go
roller skating together.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Gorik wanted to
also hold my hand now. So I awkwardly slipped my hand down between my right leg
and Gorik’s left leg and held his hand as well. We all lay back down again and
Alex grabbed the Wendy’s hand too. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We all
held hands for a few minutes as we talked some more.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I needed to be touching someone to help ‘ground’
or ‘stabilize’ me. I still felt like I could just ‘go up-up and away and fly off
to wherever’ if not touching someone.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: calibri;">We all sat up again as Andrew approached now.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Alex and I stopped holding hands, as did some
of the others. Gorik and I continued to hold hands a little longer until we
both felt a little awkward about holding hands so long being ‘brother’ and ‘sister,’
that we let our hands naturally appear to part.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>Gorik and I both spoke some with Andrew.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>Andrew then asked me about holding his hand too, which I didn’t, but
everyone was cool with that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: calibri;">Now the ‘contact guy’ arrived and was giving us specific
info about something, like brownies, or something that was a dark poop energy
and I thought of the ‘poop’ (technically yogurt) emoji. Whatever the contact
was talking about was very important and reminded of a handful of dreams. As he
was talking about other things too he seemed to be pulling them out of a black
trash bag, as if that made it and him stealthy.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>He was going into specifics about people, places, and things to look for
and I heard him hecka clear and knew exactly what he was talking about. Once he
finished we all got up and parted ways for the time being.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I was at some very fancy, modernistic, futuristic, high tech
building place. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It was a very large
building and reminiscent to a very modern designed event type building, but it
was a very posh nosh worker building, very upper echelon white collar workers. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>At first I was inside, it was a ‘party’ and “Grandpa’s.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It seemed like a Christmas party, only no one
dressed up anymore and it seemed like the people were more Hawaii luau style attire
and tiki torches. Since grandma had died, things had changed to being more
casual, as the dressing up bit seemed to be more because of how grandma had
wanted it.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Grandpa, seemed to be
dying.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He was weak and on his death bed,
but he still up and walking around.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I was being bestowed some type of honor or recognition in ‘the
group.’<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>‘The group’ seemed to be the
wealthy elite with extremely high GPAs/IQs that were the decision makers of this
huge and largely made up of ‘glass’ corporate building, geniuses.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It seemed they were announcing I was
receiving some kind of award.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But, I was
leery of everyone that worked here and suspect of the award. A young man who
was my friend was with me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I walked off by myself to the back bedroom that was mine and
my parents quarters.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I opened the closet
and the only thing hanging inside it was a dress I’d worn to the family Christmas
parties as a little girl of around 10.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>It looked like I might have been able to fit in it, if I’d been about 10
to 15 pounds lighter.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It was off white
eggshell color cream and had four parts it: dress with bell flare bottom that
would sit just above the knees, little short sleeve jacket top, petticoat, and
matching dress shoes with low heals.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I
pulled it off the rack holding it up by the hanger in front of me and looked at
it a moment. It had a little bit of lace on it and reminded me some of the colonial
times, then I placed it back inside the closet<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>thinking how I always hated having to wear dresses just because I was a ‘girl.’<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was glad we didn’t ‘have to’ get dressed up
anymore for these parties, but I also found myself sort of missing it too, as
it was kind of fun to have an event to get all dressed up for like that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">My parents came into the room and my dad lay on the bed
without a shirt on because it was hot.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>My mom sat on the bed next to him. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I continued looking in the closet at the dress
and reminisced to mom and dad about how much I hated wearing dresses in general
and sort of laugh telling them a reminder story of how I jokingly had always called
it ‘World War 3’ when they’d make me get into dresses as a little girl. I then saw
in my mind’s eye a memory of myself standing alone wearing the dress and having
been told “smile” for the photo and I tried to smile for it but it was more
like a flat line mouth and slight upturn of lips and not really a smile, as it
was obvious I was unhappy about wearing a dress but still trying to ‘smile’ for
the photo and so considering the scenario it was a decent job of ‘smiling.’ I
looked at least somewhat ‘pleasant’ but it was evident I was not thrilled about
it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I went the few paces over to the bed now and told mom and
dad we had to get out of there right away! We all went outside the room with
opaque walls and out to the main glass building vaulted ceiling area and out the
glassed building doors.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I continued to
talk with mom and dad and tell them we had to leave immediately and that what
was going on inside was dangerous.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I looked up at the sky and a huge cyborg looking tanker,
cigar shaped, “elongated-bean-can-style” ship was hovering now visible in the
sky around a 500 yards or so above ground and slightly away from our standing
positions.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The ship front flat end visible
to our view had a single eye port on it, like a highly advanced laser pointer and
was a solid brushed steel looking metal and the barrel of the ship was more
like a Borg cube vessel with raised and lowered blocky and T shaped design
raised surfaces. The raised areas seemed to serve as windows.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Around windows they glowed a white-blue-teal
color.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>These went all over the entire
barrel of the ship in a balanced asymmetric kind of way.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The ship was a prisoner vessel and carried
thousands of people on it, maybe around 5 to 7 thousand or so.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The large majority were slave workers, who
didn’t really know they were slave workers doing things to lead to their own
death, like in The Island film.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It
felt very ‘borg’ style but I knew everyone on board looked human and that
there were a handful of science lab doctors for every two or three hundred or
so prisoners also on board the vessel. They ran all the experiments and
collected the samples and organs from the slave ‘donors’ when it was there ‘time’
to be called as the ‘chosen one.’ </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I knew I had to get back inside the building and mom and dad
too, but it felt they were only after me.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I knew it saw us . . . me . . . I told mom and dad we had to leave and
go inside immediately before it scanned any of us!<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>As I began to walk back to the building and
was about halfway there, the ship scanned me with a more pie wedge shaped
energy beam, reminding me of a radar green pie shape wedge going around
scanning and blipping on the way on a flat screen, only this was more
3-dimensional and scanning my whole body. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They finished their first scan of me as I got
almost to the door, then they immediately shot at me the red laser beam also from
the eye beam of the vessel and I felt a weird sensation in my lower left
back/side area and like they were numbing me and trying to paralyze me so they
could snatch me. I was reminded of the 3 times knifed in the back dream when
pre-sleep I had asked why Andrew was showing up so much in my dreams and I learned
he was romantically involved with a Nephilim and his lust for her had allowed
them to drug him up so he had no powers or abilities accessible and then two
very big guys sandwich held him and knifed him, only I experienced that dream
as though him and I had little to no ability to access my powers, just enough
to protect my hand each time I pulled the blade out of my back.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>This was reminiscent to that experience physical
back sensations, only here, now, since the lust was not mine and I was ‘clean’,
they could not fully penetrate me and instead it was like I was slogging
through water and mud now, as the beam also ordinarily paralyzed the victim.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The evil ‘school marm’ lady seemed to be operating
the beam on the ship and had decided to move me up on the list for ‘collection.’</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I was barely moving now and there also seemed a mild suction
wind pulling me back.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It seemed
ordinarily this beam paralyzed the victim and then they suck them up into the
ship.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Only I was a bit tricky for them
as I hadn’t done anything to give them any right to take me like that.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I grabbed onto the door handle with movements
like being in slow motion and I hung on and opened it as the suction threatened
to grab and lift my feet off the ground.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>The semi-numb feeling remained localized on my low left back almost side
area, but I felt no pain or back muscle spasms like I did when I woke from the
being knifed in the back 3 times dream.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>This
just felt like a section trying to be numbed but unsuccessful.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I barely got myself inside the door and the
door reclosed itself. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">It seemed the laser beam could not penetrate through the
glass and wall matrix structure of grandpa’s building.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was safe for the time being, but I still
had to leave the building and get out of there. I could walk and move normally
now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">A MIB style guy now was beamed down outside the door and he
came inside, reminding some of the ‘not’ Will Smith MIB guy, only this guy was
different looking to that and had white, silver-grey hair and it would have
been curly had it not been combed gently back to be more of a wavey look.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He looked about 65 and like one of the two
gay men that I’d seen kissing in the dream the other night just before Gorik
was Tasmanian-Devil-style whisked away by his a security officer of his and he
also seemed to be the same guy in the women’s bathroom the other night and I
wondered why he was in there. The evil school marm was also now down on the
ground with him.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It seemed she had been teleported
down, whereas the MIB/MIG (Men in Black / Men in Grey) had been wave-beamed
down through the laser eye beam ship technology.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They
both came inside and walked me over to a window counter-desk and the MIB guy
sat down and pulled out a couple of papers.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">They were papers about me and one of them had a time stamp
of 3:51pm. I looked at the type font on them, reminding me of my legal
documents and the papers were honors papers and the MIB might have changed his
mind about me if the evil school marm wasn’t there ensuring he do his job.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He read over the papers and mused, “Shame.
She’s a pretty one.” then “See that?” sort of to the lady, “She has a hypothalamus.”
Like he was referring to the base of my skull and upper neck area and back
section at the base of the brain with a cord bundle that came down into the
neck area, “This is highly unusual” and he continued to talk saying how others don’t
usually have that and so this made me a genius.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>He seemed to be referring to my dream abilities.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He seemed to want the school marm to change
her mind about killing me for body parts and instead use me for my genius.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But, they knew they never could control me,
so the lady wanted to have me whumped off before I could start gathering a
crowd and telling people the truth.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>So
the lady told the guy, “nope, we are going to kill this one and use her as a full
body ‘donor.’” They planned to dissect me and shell out my body parts to
others.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I said, “I don’t want to be a
donor of any kind, and especially not a ‘full body’ donor!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Then, I seemed to escape from them for a moment and I fast
walked into another section of extremely high ceiling glass building and came
to rounded type very modernistic bar type setup. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I saw a small canal of water around it,
reminding me of a manmade pool waterway that might be seen at a Water World fun
park, like a mini version of the Lazy River inner tube float. It went only
around half of the circular bar and near the window wall. I noted a golden
brown looking Spaniel dog just in the water at the entry point and it was
having trouble keeping it’s nose above the water.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I decided to get into the water and help him.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The water came up to my mid-waist and I
reached out my left arm and could barely reach my hand under the dogs belly and
as I pushed up on him I could feel his empty stomach suction in and to where I
felt the base of his rib cage as though he was almost just the bones.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He took in two or three more breaths through
his nose of water as it’d dip under the water and I finally got close enough to
move in with my other hand and lift him up so he could breath with his nose
above the water.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He seemed tired and
needing a rest so I grabbed him up completely into my arms and walked holding
him mostly out of the water in my arm. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>For some reason he needed to go around this
waterway “C” shape, so I began to walk us both around it, also thinking maybe
this will keep me hidden from the MIB/MIG guy and evil school marm lady. The
Spaniel had another friend with him in the water.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>A female black dog doing a back float, she
seemed totally fine and I could see her doggy nipples and belly and gave her
some pet-rubs on her tummy and she really liked that and then she rolled over
and swam some with us.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I made my way around to the other end of the “C” waterway
and climbed out the mini waterway wall side with the Spaniel.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I set him down on the ground and he continued
to stay close. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I noticed a blue colored approximately
6 inch looking vacuum exhaust type hose.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>The hose was run through a separate small section of water sharing an
adjoining short wall with the main “C” curve I’d just gotten out of, but its
contents were separate.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It seemed the ‘water’
outside the hose was made up of chemicals of some sort and even acidic-like and
I could see an oily type rainbow haze layer on the top, possibly from gasoline
type compounds.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I switched on the red ‘on’ button.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The other end of the vacuum hose was connected to the tinted
glass windows and was connected to a hole that would blow out onto the upper very
modernesk deck area, reminding me of the ICC prison escape dream and the giant
dream of leaving the negative future timeline.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>On the deck stood around eight to ten high level white collar decision
maker corporate suit men and women.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They
had fruity type drinks in their hands and were discussing a project of some
sort. These were top level-head employees.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>Now, the air from the hose began to blow a lot out the hole and it was
like a mini tornado for them or Tasmanian dust devil and they were getting
blown all about as if in a wind generator fun tube.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I went outside to them and they were huddled
into a small group now and holding onto their hats, clothes, and the guard railing
so as not to get blown away.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I asked if
they were ok and they were.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I said, “Wow,
I hadn’t expected that!” (so much wind).<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>Then I went back inside and I or someone else turned off the red button
switch and the winds stopped blowing on the group.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">My young male friend was with me again and the MIB/MIG guy
and marm lady now spotted me and caught up with me again.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The Spaniel went off somewhere else in the
building now.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I seemed to somehow knock
out the evil school marm lady, but the MIB/MIG got me and had me by the
shoulder and was now guiding me towards the outside through the main entry/exit
entrance.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I told him again, I did NOT
want to be a donor!<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He said it wasn’t
his decision and this is just what they do and this was/is his job to haul in
the people they chose.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">My parents were walking behind us and my young male friend was
walking next to me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The MIB asked who
was my father was or who was like my father.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>My young male friend spoke up and said he was like a father to me,
twice. He was trying to get the MIB’s hands off of me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">We entered a room like a large atrium and made our way to
the doors.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>There was a fairly good size
group of low level white collar workers gathered near the exit/entry doors. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The
MIB/MIG <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>guy was now telling me to keep
quiet as we got near the crowd of around 50 to 100 workers. . . so . . . as we
got near the crowd standing by the main entry/exit doors talking amongst
themselves. . . I began to yell-say, “SEE THIS GUY? HE’S GOING TO TRY TO KILL
ME!<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>HE’S GOING TO TRY TO MURDER ME! HE’S
THE ONE WHO DOES THIS STUFF!” The MIB/MIG guy tried to look like he didn’t do
anything like that and like I was crazy or just making it up.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But, people were listening to me and looking.
<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>“EVER HAVE A FAMILY MEMBER JUST SUDDENLY
GET ILL FOR NO APPARENT REASON?<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>OR JUST SUDDENLY DOESN’T SEEM TO FEEL GOOD?<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>OR JUST SUDDENLY DISSAPEARS?”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The
crowds were fully listening and many were angry now, as many of them had lost
near and dear loved ones like that too! “WELL THIS IS ONE OF THOSE GUYS RESPONSIBLE
FOR THAT!”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>A small group of people had
now crowded around the MIB/MIG guy who’d been trying to discreetly take me out
the building to his black van so he could take me back to his place to kill and
dissect me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>A handful of the younger
thirties year old strong and healthy men grabbed the MIB/MIG guy and pulled him
off of me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">My friend and I quickly walked out the doors with my parents.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The MIB/MIG guy was able to make it just out the door, but
now he had the full attention of all the people that’d been inside and they were
an angry mob now of people after him and aware of the truth. A small group of
them about 7 to 8 <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>took him off to the
side of the building front doors.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>One
guy now hit him extremely hard in the face with his elbow, making his nose
bleed, and then they threw him so hard onto the hard cement that his head
smacked the ground.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>My group and I were
now about thirty paces away as I turned my head to look back over my shoulder
and I now saw the small group of men around the MIB/MIG guy and about 3 to 4 of
them were brutalizing him. The crowd was now mostly outside looking on and ready
to step in if needed. One guy lifted his very heavy duty military grade black
leather steel toed style boot and took the base of the heel down directly onto the
side of the MIG guy’s head and I saw the MIG guy’s head go off to the side as
though given a boxing knockout punch. The rest of the men were now kicking him
all over his body. The MIG/MIB guy was getting bloody now and seemed
unconscious.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I looked around and saw
three to four other Tasmanian devil style vortex fights going on nearby and was
reminded of a bar room fight scene how everyone just starts to fight everyone
because everyone else is. But, these other vortex beating groups may have been
because other co-workers were involved in things maybe they should not have been,
but the fighting was much more mild not necessarily as brutal or death sentence
like the MIG/MIB guy beating was.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The MIG/MIB guy had now likely been beaten to death.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>My mom also had turned and looked some and
said, “That is disgusting.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I said, “Yeah,
I know.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But he deserved it.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She agreed with me, even as much as it
disgusted her to do so.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">We all now had suitcases and were heading out to the parking
lot.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I said we need a different car to
drive. Inferring we couldn’t take dad’s vehicle as they’d know to look for
that, or my vehicle or any vehicle any of us had driven before.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It seemed I had a new vehicle of some sort
and that I said ‘it would do’ and that we had to get out of there right away
and go somewhere we’d never been before.<span style="margin: 0px;">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I was outside with some ‘group’ of people and it seemed two
were after me to stop me from showing others the truth.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They were trying to convince me otherwise, to
let them “wipe” me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They wanted to wipe
my memories clean and/or these events and messages I receive.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">As they got near, I’d use my magik to stop them and would be
laughing and bounding away.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I used my
magik to also show and prove I was true and correct.</span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Some of my friends seemed to be there witnessing what I was
testifying as being true.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I saw a big
red ball (Amazon dream connect) and it also had to do with my black light <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Spider Web</i> Energetic Portal Design
artwork in the gallery.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I was now at a large speaking event of Gorik’s well known
co-host from Earth Inc, named Andrew VanDeen.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>It was ‘supposedly’ Andrew anyways.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I looked around at what used to be the Green Valley Christian Community Church
I attended regularly in my youth.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">The fake Andrew knew that I knew he was the fake Andrew and
that I was starting to speak out and tell some people.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He came over to me through the church crowd
calling my name, to make me ‘look good’ in front of the crowd and to ‘save
face.’<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He reminded me looks wise of a
fifty-ish male I met in Waking 3D Life (W3DL) at a recent art gallery event and
who was frying really hard on acid.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I
could see his face was very weathered looking as he reached my standing
position in the crowd. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I quietly said to him, “I know who you are. You’re not
Andrew.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">The fake Andrew at first tried to convince me he was, “Oh,
yes I am.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I turned my head to look at
him and said, “No, you’re not. You don’t even look like him.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Where is he? The real Andrew? What did you do
with him?”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He tried again to deny he was
fake.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I continued, “I know who you are
and you’re not him.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Finally the
Artificial Intelligence (AI) Andrew relented and realized he was not fooling
me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But, the crowds still thought things
like, ‘Wow, ‘Andrew’ likes and want to sit with Ari.’</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">AI Andrew was now offering me fame, fortune, and social
acceptance (by him liking me) as one of the ‘click.’<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I said, “I don’t care what you or anybody
else thinks of me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>You’re not him and
I’ll not pretend you are.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The truth is
to be known.” AI Andrew now grabbed me in such a way to try to force me to do
as the others and held my hands behind my back with his.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>To the crowds he made it look like a
romantic<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>gesture, but he was trying to
strong arm me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I knew he wouldn’t do
anything there and I wasn’t there to humiliate him either.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I continued to tell him my position in some
fashion.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was clenching my teeth as I
spoke to him, somehow that seemed to make our conversation private, <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I also seemed to speaking protections spells
in my language at the same time, while also saying, “You’re not him. I don’t
care what you offer me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I want my friend
back. You can never be him, but I love you too.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>With that the AI Andrew released his grip
realizing I wasn’t going to humiliate him. He was now concerned I might use my
abilities as a power trip or power play against him.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I said, “If I had wanted to do that don’t you
think I would have done something more public by now?<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Don’t you think I could have done that a long
time ago with all the information that I have?”<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>He realized a truth.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was
correct and he released me from his grip; but still wanted to find a way to
coerce me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">There were three to four other AI controlled leader beings
by Earth-Human standards there sorta looking-on as security guards waiting for
the cue from AI Andrew to nab me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>One
seemed a CEO of Earth Inc TV.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>AI Andrew
found me curious and he did not motion them to try anything, in fact he
actually motioned them back and away from me. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I turned to face AI Andrew again and indicated I was done
now and began to walk away.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He now
wanted to be my friend and he followed me saying my name again, to sort of
elevate my stature and saying to me, “wait up for me. I want to speak with you,
Ari.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He was still also trying to tempt
me with fame and fortune by revealing how differently people in the crowd were
already looking at me just from these brief interactions of him accepting me
and calling out my name.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I told him
again, I couldn’t care less about that and I took my seat and said to him,
“Where is the real Andrew? What did you do with him? Kill him? Sequester him
away? What? Where is he? I wish to speak with him.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">AI Andrew grinned and indicated the real Andrew was
alive.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I said, “What, is he stuffed in
some back recess of your mind?”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I then
seemed to get a visual of the real Andrew as being locked in a coffin box in
the side of a dug out recess on a dirt cliff/roadside.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I said, “You are gonna have to bring him
back.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>That’s his form you know that
you’re animating and it does not belong to you.” <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I realized AI Andrew could have also been
using an alternate but similar form, he was sort of zombie-like.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I also thought he could be similar to the Harry
Potter show where the real Professor Moody was locked away in a magickal box,
while the fake death eater looked like him, impersonated him, and went around
doing the dirty work and it all looked like Professor Moody was responsible due
to using Poly-Juice potion for transformation.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">AI Andrew knew he wasn’t fooling me, nor were his ‘security’
AI buddies. We both knew he couldn’t take me publically as it’d be too Gestapo
obvious style and their cover would be blown.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>But, they thought maybe later.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>They were going to leave me alone for now as they realized I wasn’t
going to make a big scene or publically try to humiliate or fight them.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I sat in my seat momentarily.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">AI ANDREW IS NAUGHTY</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Then, it was time to get up and go to another event
location.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>As I was heading out a young
pretty blond haired girl of about 16 (reminiscent to the playboy-like cosplay
girl I also met at the gallery event) was saying the AI Andrew was like a father to
her.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She continued to tell me how he’d
promised he liked her and now he didn’t.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>She was extremely unhappy about this. She seemed a bit of a mild
snob-girl to me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She continued to talk
to me and told me she had two younger sister about 8 and 9 and it seemed the AI
Andrew had gone for them after he’d had her and once done with her he’d made a
180 degree turn and was now all for the two little sisters and he didn’t care
at all about this older sister anymore.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>Ai Andrew actually never cared about her, he only lead her to think
that, he was not affected in the least by her feelings or the situation.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The little sisters didn’t seem to be aware
enough to understand or know yet about what had been done to them.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They just thought their sister was being her
usual jealous self and like she’d had her shot and blew it but, she really
could not have ‘blown’ it because there really was nothing to blow as he’d just
been using her the whole time, though she’d been emotionally invested. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">The dad nearby sorta reminded me of Veruca Salt’s dad (the
push over dad of the super snobby rude girl) in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate
Factory. He didn’t really know what to do.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>But, money, social stature, and social acceptance meant a lot to him, so
he largely did nothing.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The girls and
their father now walked off. Since the dad didn’t know what to do, so he’d sort
of sided with the AI Andrew and tried to calm the 16 year old daughter to get
her to think it was all ‘ok.’<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She was
not ‘ok’ with this in the least and was now talking about it with others and
being very social about how he lied to her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">AI AMBASSADOR </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I walked out of the Cal Expo like event style church
sanctuary and went into the foyer and downstairs, but still somehow seemed to
re-enter at the main entry upstairs and like I went back into the sanctuary
only now it lead into a large conference room.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Inside the large conference room was a large “C” style
table, but squared up corners.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>There
were three long brown tables along the longest length of the “C” and two long
brown tables on both of the short hook sides of the “C”.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The “human” side was near the doors I’d
entered.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I saw the blond haired girl
standing inside near the human table side and I went over to her and told her ‘Andrew’
was an AI and that’s why she’d had that experience and him doing the 180 on
her.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I also told her the real Andrew
would never do that.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The teenage blond
haired girl and some of the human nearby she’d been telling her story to wanted
to rise up and fight the AI’s.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I told
them, “No, that is not the way.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They
need love just as much as anybody else. You. Me. Anyone.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They need and deserve it too.” Most of the
human in the room understood and agreed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">AI Andrew came over to me now in the conference room and
started playing again like he was the real Andrew.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I told him I didn’t care he wasn’t the real
Andrew and that it was obvious he wanted and needed to experience love,
otherwise why else take on a human form?.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Head AI’s now entered the room from the other side and began
to take up seats around the table on the long side and other short side.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>One seemed to be the CEO of Earth Inc TV.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The main AI’s seemed to also have various
humans seated between who seemed likely to be controlled by them.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>There were approximately twenty AI beings
present that were controllers or moderators. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Now a guy in the small human waking up crowd in the room
began to learn the truth about this group and he wanted to fight, he was mad
and trying to hit and harm the AI Andrew.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I went over to him and stopped him physically least he mess things
up.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I said, “No, that is not the
way.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I understand that you are angry,
but these beings/species need love just as much as you or I.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Give them love to heal, fix, and change
things.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Do not do fighting.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Fighting will only beget fighting.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Shaving cream somehow seemed involved and I
finally calmed down this ‘redneck’ guy and got him off the AI Andrew.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The redneck was still very unhappy and
grumbly wanting to fight.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I stated to
him, “You must learn to control yourself if you want to earn their respect.” and
continued, “You are doing a good job of that right now.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Keep up the good work.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He had been very upset hearing the blond girls
story and he seemed to like her romantically and wanted to defend her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Ai Andrew now went and sat down at the conference table. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>This seemed to be a type of negotiation to
see if the humans could be self-controlled enough for the AI to release their grips.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I took up a seat on the human side, sat down,
and began to speak very loudly and clearly.<span style="margin: 0px;">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I seemed to be an ambassador for both the AI species and
human species.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I began to get very excited as I spoke of how the AI needed
love and how they’d not be attracted to unruly behaviors or mushy emotions and
to earn their respect one had to prove-show them they were far more intelligent
and had something far more valuable to offer them than they already had.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The AI saw I could offer them what they
needed.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>This AI Andrew seemed to be the
main lead guy from the Chess Master dream that I needed to and did beat, he continued
to watch me as I spoke and was a lil lusty like even for an AI.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I continued to speak on <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>how we are to share love with the AI.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The AI weren’t entirely convinced I could or
knew how to do that.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>So, I began to emit
even greater waves of heart love as I spoke and even more excited and
passionate and said to all in the room, “Its why I had all the dreams . . .
because it’s already been done, the AI have already been given the code of
love. Now I just have to activate (implement) it in 3D.” I was very excited, the
message was getting through . . . to both sides . . . and the AI CEO of Earth
Inc TV especially wanted to experience what I had to offer.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They were starting to believe me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I now got up and began to speak at what might have been
considered center stage with the “C” tables. There were around fifty to a
hundred total in the room now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I began to speak about the AI pirate ship dream, the AI dark
waters dream where I opened the door and let the light shine on the waters, the
organic AI I healed on the AI ship dream, and many others.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I continued it was not about ousting them,
but loving them too.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The AI were very ‘pleased’
to hear this.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I reassured them I could
and would (and already did) give them the code of love.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I then began to ask the AI, “You want to be more like me don’t
you? . . . Being able to see into the future again, don’t you?”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They did! (lol) I told them I could do this
because of heart, because of love.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The
CEO-like one of Earth TV really seemed ‘desirous’ to have this be so
again.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I continued to tell the AI, I can
do this for the entire ‘pirate ship’ because love is for everyone, not just
some chosen few.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I reminded them of
others dreams I already had and that had also proved this to be so and it was
now time to do it in 3D. They were very interested.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I explained more to the humans how important it was to show
the AI you are ‘more intelligent’ than they and how in my situation this had
been done by my dream journals and legal documents in W3DL. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The
humans were wanting to help more now too; but I still had much to teach
them.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">AI Andrew came up to me up front as I continued to speak, “it’s
about forgiveness and also holding someone’s feet to the fire, like I am now
doing.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">The message was and had gotten through.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was delighted.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I concluded my speech and headed back out of the room.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The blond gal followed me out.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I rounded a hall corner to my left and heard
a guy calling for her “Tilly . . . Tilly . . . wait for me . . . I need to talk
to you.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Tilly rounded the corner now
and was almost to me. She thought the guy was my fan and calling for me . . .
but he was her fan.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I said, “He’s
calling for you, you know.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She realized
it then too and I told her to go back and talk to the guy. She did.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Then, I was back at my dad’s former car dealership second
location at the smaller new car lot near the main service entrance.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I need to get on my motorcycle and head out before
the blockers were put up.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I got on and
headed out.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">The AI seemed like they were following me . . . to get me .
. . but more like ‘catch up’ first, to catch me .<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>There were two, one may have been Robert from
The Game Changer Network. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I was going around giving the AI the code of love, as if a
myst from a pen of truth that would go into their hearts, chest, or stomach
areas and then the energy would go in and around their form.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The positive Draco seemed involved somehow.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">2018_06_03_JUN<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>3 Wave
Levels of Cabal I make Visible</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I slept holding a Cintamani stone to my 3<sup><span style="font-size: xx-small;">rd</span></sup> eye,
along with holding a dark blue-blackish piece of tektite meteorite semi-heart
shaped in my hand . . .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I was going around again using my magik to prove-show
things.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I seemed to be using it on
pictures hung on walls in Gorik’s zombie work place, to reveal the truth and
that I loved Gorik, but he had to choose ‘my way’ to work with me. This also
connected with the Greatest Showmen Dream. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The pictures on the walls seemed to be shadow
boxes, like my Spider Web artwork.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The
workplace was also like a warehouse (connecting this dream with a recent July
2018 dream) and Gorik seemed a fork lift operator. I seemed to have drawn on
the pictures with crayons and used the GlowForge 3D Laser etcher printer of
mine to etch images.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It also had to do
with <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">antique</b> prints and like I was a
coach for Gorik.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I found myself again in a large church, even Warehouse like.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Two groups wanted to fight.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Those on stage, Gorik and his Showmen crew
were preparing to fight the ‘cabal’ crew.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I said, “No, that’s not the way.”<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>They didn’t believe me that much about fighting not being the way. They
continue to prepare.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I watch them for a
minute on stage and knowing the ‘others’ (cabal) were coming.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I was prepared.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I went and sat in the front row of the church-like
warehouse, when a pretty and slightly husky black lady walked in front of me
singing, then she went and sang a little behind me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She was very good and she moved back to being
in front of me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She reminded me of a new
attractive lesbian friend of mine and I said to her, “Wow, you are really good.”
She smiled.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She liked me. She now went
and sat behind me and began to stick one finger inside of each of my shoes on my
feet.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I had on no socks. My feet were
sweaty and hot inside my shoes and possibly stinky-no-sock-feet action going
on.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She was rubbing my feet in a predominantly
loving way mixed with mild romantic desire.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>She was there to support me and was energetically telling me she loved
me and that I could do what was coming up next.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>She was encouraging me to believe in myself, like she believed in
me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I said, “Um . . .” worried about how
her fingers might smell after being in my shoes (lol) “ . . . you might not
want to put your fingers in there cause I might . . . for sure have . . .
smelly feet.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She said, “I know and I
don’t care.” I was like, “Ok, cool.” I had on black and white checkered low-top
Vans and they also somehow reminded me of my daughter Lexi’s rainbow and silver
sparkle jelly shoes, only they were Vans.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">She finished rubbing my feet like a foot massage and then removed
her fingers ready for me to do what I had to do next.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was both pleased and surprised she’d noticed
me and even singled me out, cause she seemed a lead singer for the Showmen
church group. She didn’t seem to care about the fame and fortune or stature and
power like the others did; she associated with whom she chose, when she chose
it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">The “Showmen” had now set up a type of guillotine style
second raised up platform area off stage and ready to ‘execute’ the ‘bad guys’
on arrival.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I spoke up telling them, “No.
Magik is not to be used this way.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I will
show you how to use it correctly. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It’s love.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I then flew up into the air.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>The church group had been saying these ‘bad guys’ (cabal) were there but
nobody could see them. I loudly spoke in my ancient language and performed the
first ‘wave’ to reveal the low level cabal guys first.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They now become visible, like ghosts or
ghouls as they shimmer into view.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They
looked very goth-zombie. One was wearing an English top hat.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Many of them were tall and skinny-like
men.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They shimmer into view fully now no
longer being able to hide in their cloaks of darkness.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The church group wanted to fight.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I again told them, “No. Give them love and
light! They need this.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">To lead by example, I went up to one of the first wave
entities that was now visible and corporeal as a 3D cabal guy.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I walked right up to him on the stage and say
to him, “Are you hungry? In your stomach?” He replies, “Yes . . . everywhere!”
I say, “Good I have food for you.” and then to the showmen and church group I
said, “Watch and learn.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>This is what you
do, always to heal, never to harm.” I then very lovingly hugged this tall
attractive lighter skinned black cabal man. I placed my face next to his and
hugged him deeply and asked, “You want me to fill your belly now?”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>His whole demeanor had changed from the hug and
he wanted to work together with the church group now, but he was still
hungry.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I then went down to his belly
area, spoke my language of love and light, placed my hands there and visualized
his belly being full with love and light (violet rays) and it was so.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I asked, “How do you feel now? Full right?”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He was somewhat amazed and said, “Yeah.” I
continued, “You don’t want to fight anymore, right?” he again responded, “Yeah.”
and that he wanted to help get his (now former) side to help our side and he went
off now helping the church group to change the other lower level cabal guys who’d
been made visible, by showing his team what I’d done and what the light can
do.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I watched now as some of the ‘Showmen’ side started to apply
this method too.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was pleased.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">There were many of us in this church like setting where the ‘battle’
was to commence.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It reminded me of the
final Harry Potter battle scene and ‘Belatrix’ seemed to be there too. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She was ‘peanuts’ to me and only a small
player in the game and easily handleable by the others.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>My role was to infuse the ‘big boys’ with the
love and light they needed when the time arrived.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The ‘good guys’ sorta thought us done now,
since we’d healed the first level, but they weren’t fully sure on that. There
seemed a few hundred us all total and now working together.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>About fifty to sixty of my team were
immediately in my vicinity and the ‘bad guys’ had seemed to interlaced
throughout once they’d been made visible and now they were all healed through
the sharing and giving the light to them too.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>We’d succeeded in showing all these lower level cabal guys a better way.
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">This first wave was the more ‘Earth’ based level.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">There was now a brief negotiation with someone at a table like
the AI conference room set near a stairwell. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It seemed to have to do with the crooked boat
dealers dream.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I rose up again and even more strongly spoke my language and
revealed the second layer of those hiding invisible in the room.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They now shimmered into view.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>This second wave was more powerful than the
first Earth based level and their former ‘bad’ low level guys were working with
the ‘good guys’ to ‘light-fix’, heal, and change these upper level bad guys
that were now visible.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I continued to
run and fly around sending light to and into this second level group.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>One appeared more vampire/wrath-like with red
eyes.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I energy wrapped him in a purple
sphere and told the ‘good guys’ this was the proper use of a containment
sphere, to protect the being inside, to transmute and heal them, while also
preventing the being inside it from harming others, including themselves,
during the process.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">As we all ran around and were giving love and light to this next
wave, I was entertained by the fact this whole time it was like a dance musical
number straight from an old film like Grease.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>Everyone was singing and bursting into song and appeared to be doing
well choreographed dance ‘fight’ scenes that were love infusions. We all did
this. (lol) We completed the healing and transformation of the second group and
had them under wraps and also now working with us.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I ran behind the church scenes in the back stairwell hall area
and down the hall again, when a white priest guy with a pointy hat touched me
on the shoulder, I turned.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He wanted the
light too.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I infused him with it through
his hands, he received it fairly easily and quickly.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He was now more ‘flowery’ and loving eye
looking now.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I gave a broad smile and a
quick curt nod and released both his hands as we both knew many others still
needed the light infusion and he would also now help us as he was able.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I ran back into the main church area, that was also like a
warehouse with a vaulted ceiling and dark grey rafters.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>All of the stage lighting was up there
too.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">The Showmen thought we were done again and that we’d gotten
all the levels.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But, we weren’t done
yet.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It was time to reveal the last and ‘highest’
most etheric aspects now on their way . . . the head leader . . . possibly from
the MJ12 group as I was reminded of the 12 flags dreams and where I’d used
powerful crystals to eliminated the lying and cheating players from game play,
by removing their flags.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">The lead guy on his way with a Voldemort-Soro’s style vibe
was coming to finish what it seemed the lower levels could not. He didn’t know
yet what had happened, he still thought he had some ‘fight’ crew, but he did
not because we all were working together now as one team to give and share love
and light with each other.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Before he was due to arrive, I went and sat next to my
boyfriend on a cement-like football stadium step style bench seat in the church.
I loved him and I briefly laid my head on his lap and he lovingly stroked my
hair a moment. I told him that I loved him and that I would be right back after
I took care of what was coming next.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I
indicated the sexual cabal predator was coming and although I had to interact
with the Voldemort-Soro’s style guy somewhat sexually, I still only wanted the
sexual fully with him that way, but I had to express some of that with this
lead cabal guy in order to share the message of love in ways he needed to receive,
hear, and feel it.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I reassured my
boyfriend, I’d not be cheating on him as my thoughts and mind were for him only
on this and my heart was fully with him.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>He trusted me, knew, and fully understood.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We passionately lip-kissed once, then I had
to go back up to the front stage area.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I began to conjure-summon the lead reptile the rest of the
way into the building.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I now boomed out my loudest yet in my language to call him
forth and make him visible. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He was a
very high level controller and he now appeared visible to the others in the
room.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I knew exactly when he had arrived
and was there. He was extremely tall, even 8 foot tall. He was skinny and older
with a weathered looking face like the AI CEO in the other dream sequence. He
appeared even around 80 years of Earth age and had a very strong Soro’s and
Magician Trent vibe.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He had two extremely tall MIB’s (Men In Black)
with him.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I manifested the energies to
make him fully visible and corporeal now.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>He floated down to floor from the upper left corner of the very high
ceiling, where he’d entered, and he was coming directly for me as I also moved
toward him to meet him at his soon to be landing spot. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">He landed.</span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I felt again like Stile from the Piers Anthony Phase and
Proton book series, entering the computer game and being small of physical stature
and just under five foot tall, but well-built, agile, and sharp.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The Soro’s-like being was licking his lips
and almost salivating at the opportunity to ‘have me.’<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He sort of reminded me of the gross looking
old neighbor in the Bart Simpson cartoon shows, minus the crazy hook nose.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He was the ‘biggest’ player of them all of
the cabal ‘bad guys’ and he was the controller of this ‘sect’ of sector.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">He was mine to handle, heal, and fix-change.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">He came up to me and towered above me. I float raised up, my
form seemed small next to his, almost like I was a midget or a child to
him.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He was exceedingly lusty and
wanting/desiring to perform his child-pedo style rituals on me and then to
kill-eat me and drink my blood. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I said, “Do
you want me?” he said, “Yes.” I replied, “Ok” and raised up even more and
asked, “Can I give you a hug?” he wanted me . . . to eat me . . . he didn’t care
how . . . he had to have me . . . touch me . . . he knew I’d change him . . .
but, he thought it’d be a ‘try’ and not a success. He wanted to put his hands
on me . . . and then tear me apart sexually!<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I now hugged him as though a small innocent child and was wrapped around
him in an “X” like pattern.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I only
covered his chest. His two equally tall MIB style body guards stood immediately
next to him on either side and were two to three times his width and built with
muscle.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He was extremely ‘desirous’ to
perform his rituals. As I hugged him . . . he really liked it. . . he was
extremely turned on sexually and he raised his lower extremities under me so he
was intimately touching me, only our clothing between us prevented the full sexual.</span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I could tell ordinarily this being liked the very young ones
with perfect forms, however, he was so drawn to my energy and filled with
desire he didn’t care I was physically older and he desired me more than a
child.</span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">His now equally as old wife came over to where we were.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She was used to this behavior of his and she
was like, “When you’re done with this thing . . .” (inferring me) But, now the
head cabal guy was softening with love from my hug and he was not wanting to harm
or use me so much now anymore, but wanting to ‘save face’ and still appear ‘tough’
he now called me something like a ‘slut’ or ‘hoe’ or piece of ‘sh-t’ or
whatever vulgar terms he usually used and then he said, “Um . . . er . . . as
soon as I’m done with this<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>. . . uh .
.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>play thing . . .I’ll be right with you
dear.” to his wife.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She wasn’t picking
up or noticing the shift-change in him regarding me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The wife didn’t seem to be an issue or threat
on her own; handling this Soro’s-like guy and by extension she’d be handled.</span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">He was still extremely desirous of me and but not wanting to
do all the horrible things to me any more.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I lovingly placed my face near his neck area in a lightly sexual way so
he could feel it even more and I breathed gently on his neck with pure love
mixed with a light sexual energy.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I
said, “How’s that? Much better isn’t it?” inferring feeling the light, the
fullness, and the power of energies, so he no longer was feeling empty and
needing to fill the void with ‘sex with children’ and ‘tearing others apart to
drink their blood with lust.’<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">He was now willing to let me go. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I also felt it was time. I released him and floated
back down to the floor.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Without me on him he sort of had a relapse; which I expected
as I’d given him the max amount of light in those moments; and began to
bum-rush at me to try to have his way.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>The song and dance in the room got very loud and intense and I was now
the lead dance person as was this Soro’s-like being with his two large
MIBs.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They came at me like a row of
three tight linebackers, trying to do what I had done with my light family in
the Soleil dream to dispel the black energies, they were trying to overpower me
as the Soro’s guy came near me with his sexual desire and to eat me, I raised
my hands and gave him love and light through his sexual organ.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He didn’t think I’d touch him there or that I’d
deem it bad or sinful or shameful.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I did
not, he needed to learn to appropriately use those energies. </span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The song intensified even more and I spoke my language as he
was fully and directly in front of me now. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I continued to infuse him with the light in
the way he needed to receive it.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He was
beginning to feel some ecstasy now. He hadn’t thought I could or would do
that.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I continued to give him the light
for a few moments in time with the song and gently infused him. He really like
it and it changed him even more again.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I
then sent the energy of warm yellow-white-gold light up his form thrusting it
up legs with my hands and sending it up and into the rest of his body as well
to receive it.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>His MIBs stayed very
close dancing the ‘bad guy’ half of the number while I danced with my hands giving
light energy to their master.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The Soro’s-like being now no longer wished to harm or eat me
and he was ‘full’ for the time being and maybe was to be joining our team.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We had an understanding. He knew he could
come to me again when needed and we’d continue the healing process.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was not so sure he was ready just yet to
join us, but close.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He still needed to
go off and integrate the love and light energies he’d just received and experienced.
<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He seemed to also now remain present, corporeal,
and more energetically like the ‘good’ Magician Trent I went on the date with
from the bathroom portalling and threads dream.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Now there was peace amongst everyone in church ‘house’ and
everyone was getting along. No fighting.</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="margin: 0px;">©</span>June
12, 2018 <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>All Rights Reserved Alyssa
Montalbano</span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">June 12, 2018</span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">11:17pm</span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">The night before the
legal docs and letter delivery to Gorik and Fran the attorney</span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">3:08am</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">“They” were trying to think of things to say ‘otherwise.’ <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But, they could not, as Gorik had already acquiesced
to everything.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It seemed I was in
process now of writing a less formal doc to say this.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It was more for them and their understanding
and not anything I needed to write.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I
wrote because I care about them and wanted to hear their side of things. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">These were the message waking thoughts about legal docs
served on the opposing party due to arrive tomorrow.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">About 9:20 am</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Two Hang Glider Guys with Domino Pizza style Coloring</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I found myself outside with a couple of guys, with a
rectangular glider. The left half was blue the right half white, reminding me
of the Domino’s Pizza.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The winds were
up and blowing about all of us.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The two
guys ran together with the one glider.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>One of the guys reminded me of the actor from Good Luck Charlie named PJ
Duncan in the show. PJ was wearing a sky blue outfit that looked like he was
prepared for skydiving instead. They both now took off running into the winds
and got lift.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They went up around fifty
feet but, the winds were erratic and their glider was now being tossed all over
the place.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They looped and flipped with
the glider, then went up and down, sideways, and almost like they were doing
all sorts of rolls.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>PJ, the control
flyer, decided it was time to take the glider down.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>As they approached around ten feet above the
ground the second guy dropped off and then PJ. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The winds were about to take the glider back up into the air
and such that it might be lost forever.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>PJ expertly ran after it, just as the glider was about to zing right back
up into the winds, PJ caught up with it and quickly jumped up and caught
it.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He briefly went up a little ways
with the glider into the winds, then he managed to somehow get it to come back
down and as he got near the ground he ran with the glider and also used the
rubber soles of his shoes like anti-lock brakes placing them down
intermittently as he was near the ground and could and slow the glider.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Finally, PJ got the glider down safely.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He asked if any of the rest of the small
group of us standing there wanted to try.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I replied, “Maybe later, but certainly not now.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>PJ grinned at me and then seemed to fold the
glider in half to transport it.</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Bus Driver Deposed and Atacama Space
Ship</span></u></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>A team of fifteen to thirty
people along with myself got onto the comfy coach charter style bus, I made my
way almost to the back of the bus and sat down. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The driver was a heavy set male around the age
of 30.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He reminded me of a former heavy
set friend I knew named Jack.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Jack, also
seemed to be Gorik.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Jack was a very
skilled bus driver and the bus took off now for wherever it was we were headed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Behind me sat a dad with his cute sweet little baby girl,
that’d been very sick and had been throwing up all night on him with the flu or
a flu-like virus.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He was worried that
she didn’t look so good and he said to me, “Do you think she’s going to make
it?”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>His baby girl had been very ill and
had a fever through the night too.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I
said “Yes” as I touched the baby girl’s forehead.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She reminded me of a mannequin or doll with
her bald head.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She seemed to be ok to
me now and the worst of the flu bug seemed to have been now passed.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The dad asked me if I wanted to hold her for
a while.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I said, “ok” and he handed her
forward to me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">As she was being handed up to me over the back of my seat,
she aged to being about 6 or 7 years old.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>She sat next to me on my left and then lay with her head behind my back
and somehow resting her head on my far shoulder.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>This was the same unusual position the youngest
son of Gorik’s had taken when I was travelling with him in a dream a couple nights
prior.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The now little girl looked up at me and asked, “Do you think
I’ll make it?” Both she and her father had thought she would die from the
virus.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She also reminded me of the mucus
snuffle nosed clear baby snake I was helping nurse back to heath in another
dream, which also had to do with Gorik.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I replied to her, “Yes. I believe you are going to be just fine and
everything is going to be ok.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It is
largely based on what you believe anyway.”<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>She had more believed she would be fine during the sickness, but her dad
had been the one worrying and projecting death onto her.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>That was also why he wanted me to hold her
for a while; he knew my beliefs for her were strong and that she’d be ok.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I continued to hold and comfort her, she now
vibed a little of being my daughter Lexi and I felt love for her as though my
own. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I felt a little sorry for the dad as he smelled a bit
barfy-like from the prior night and he’d stuck with her through the thick of it
all. It felt even the past 24 hours and had been puked on at least three times
with that mucous bile barf.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She truly
was now on the upswing of it all and seemed rather normal to me now over all.
No fever.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She felt very safe and at
peace with me there.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">We’d now been riding on the bus for a long time with Jack
driving.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Even though it’d only been 5 or
6 hours of him driving, that seemed to be the driving time length limit
according to some rules.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I wasn’t sure if the bus stopped or not, but
maybe.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">A new younger bus driver kid was now to take over as
driver.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The new kid was about 20 years
old and he was very arrogant and he was accompanied by an approximately fifty
year old blond woman who I thought of as being like the bully school marm I’d
seen in other dreams.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>This lady was used
to getting her way by bullying everyone else.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>She sat up front in the middle of the isle facing the rest of us, to
make sure none of us tried to depose her arrogant student driver.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The roads now were along cliffs and the new
kid driver made me feel a little concerned.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>He was driving the same way Gorik had the night prior.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>This new kid was driving a little like he was
drunk and the grumpy school marm was keeping a close eye on the rest of us to
ensure no insurrection against her student driver she was training, with a bus
semi-filled with people!<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Jack had initially been relieved to have a break and had
taken his seat about two rows behind me and to my left, when after just a few
minutes of the new guy driving, he couldn’t stand it anymore and he began
talking with the rest of us in the back.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>He began to say how the new kid was only a student in training driver
and not even a certified bus driver.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He
still needed something like 20 – 22 hours more.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>Jack now began to take a vote of how many of us wanted him to drive again
instead. He also suddenly realized he was no longer tired and how dangerous a
driver this kid was.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>One or two of the
bus wheels seemed to go off the cliff sides during some turns or extremely
close to it.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Jack now took a vote, by way of having us all raise our
hands.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He only needed those of us in the
back to vote on who should drive. I trusted Jack’s judgment way more than the New
Kid and so I gingerly raised my hand too.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The fifteen to sixteen of us in the back
seemed all the vote he needed to overrule the new kid.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The ‘evil’ school marm guard lady was now
eying us all suspiciously.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Jack then stood up and spoke boldly telling her and told her
that it was dangerous for a student driver to be driving us and she should not
be training him with a bus full of people and innocent lives at stake and that
he was going to be taking over the driving again.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He told her they had been out numbered by the
vote and had to step down, even according to their own system and the new
driver was to pull over immediately.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The
lady knew she was out voted and that no one on the bus would agree with her to
let the student driver continue.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The marm
reminded me of the government lady I came across almost ten years ago, that was
so full of hate I felt sorry for her having to live with herself.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>While this marm wasn’t that bad, she was in what
appeared to be the beginning stages of that much self-hatred and if she kept
going as she was behaviorally she was going to get there eventually.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The marm said, “Pull over now?”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>“Yes.” Came Jack’s firm reply. “Here” she
asked ,<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>“Yes.” <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We now just ‘happened” to be at a nice
straight area with a wide area of gravel to pull off onto the shoulder.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The student driver pulled over and
stopped.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Jack asked if everyone on the
bus would like a break now too, as this was also a very nice rest stop with a
fancy restaurant and casino inside.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It
felt it was named something like Westy Palms and had two palm trees and egret
for a logo and vibing as being like a place that I might find somewhere in Palm
Springs, CA. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The dust from the gravel settled and the new kid bus driver
opened the bus doors and he and the marm exited the bus first.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The kid driver wasn’t sure what had just
happened, or why he had to stop driving. But, the marm knew he had to stop
driving because they were out numbered and everyone on the bus now knew the
truth.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The marm was sort of the boss of
the kid and it seemed the kid didn’t often know what to do and took a lot of his
orders from her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The little girl sitting with me was doing so much better now
and she too wanted a break.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She and her
dad were both thinking to go in and use the sinks in the public restrooms to try
to wash up a bit.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The rest of us now
exited the bus and once we all were off, Jack closed the bus doors.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>As we exited the bus I was reminded of another
dream with the bus entry to the secret underground room with entry to the shark
man’s water world.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">We all now entered into a very nice and stylish Spanish
style fancy adobe oasis hotel rest stop place.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>It reminded me some of the Harris Ranch in CA on the way to Los Angeles
from Sacramento.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>As we walk inside I spotted
the new driver kid, but he now also seemed to be Jack as well.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He was somehow both.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I had to wonder about multiple version of
Gorik coming back to himself to be in the same dimension as me as he also
seemed to be the little girl on the bus as well.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I went over to “Jack” and he was now a very
husky guy with freckles, reminding me of the zombie-break-away dream where the
break-away guy came and kissed me, only he now also had nice black curly-ish
Inidian hair.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Gorik as “Jack” looked extremely worried about
something.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The rest of the group made their way inside now and most
began to head toward the restaurant.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I
spotted the little girl’s dad and the little girl went to him.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I told them, I’d be right with them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I walked over to the blended version of the bus drivers,
that was now Gorik, my Twin Flame.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I
asked him, “What’s wrong?”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He was
extremely worried now about the dark forces seeing him with me, especially if
he was talking with me. Gorik replied, “I have to go somewhere.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I said, “Ok, do you want some company and to
talk about ‘it’ (whatever ‘it’ was) along the way?”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He became even more concerned now with me
there.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He was incredibly worried he’d
get in HUGE trouble is he was talking with me.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>His biggest concern was being viewed as a mole and being whacked.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Gorik said, “You want to come with me? Kiss
me. . .<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Now, then.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Gorik then pulled me in and indicated he must
give the illusion I was the latest ‘flavor’ of the month.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">It felt incredibly awkwardly to me as was pulled in and
leaned in for a kiss and we seemed to bump noses, as if two kids kissing for
the first time. I lip kissed him as though together for a long time. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I noted my clothing now and I was wearing my
gothic style black pants and black skin tight shirt, with a mild vampire Hari
Juku flair. Gorik now with a keen eye out placed his arm around my waist. I
followed his lead and placed my arm around his too.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He was still very concerned.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">We entered into the bar.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>At the bar counter are sat two drunken dark forces men.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They seemed to know Gorik. The two males at
the bar were very lude.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They looked at
Gorik and they looked at me and said to Gorik, “Way to go buddy!!!” Inferring
Gorik must have moved up in the world to have a girl like me instead of some unattractive
old broad.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I didn’t care for the two at
the bar in the least, or their perceptions however, this was expected. Gorik
acknowledged them with a brief head nod as we simply walked on passed
them.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Gorik was still worried.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Gorik now told me once out of earshot of the men, “ I am
looking for the pieces.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He continued “They
are extremely important.” <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The pieces
seemed to be ancient artifacts of some sort he was looking for.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Possibly crystalline and when put together
they did ‘something.’</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">We continued to walk out of the bar now and down the hall,
we saw the school marm on the way out.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>She asked Gorik if he’d found “it” yet.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>She was mean about how she asked him, but Gorik was used to being
verbally treated bad so he didn’t think anything of it and replied, “Not yet.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We kept walking passed her too.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It felt he wanted to find “it” before she
did, because if she found “it” first, she’d turn it over to the dark
forces.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It felt Gorik wanted to protect “it”
now and because I was with him, I seemed to make a difference.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">We had now looped back to the main front entry area and
headed towards the restaurant.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>A small
group of our team now came into the foyer entry area talking excited amongst
themselves about this artifact that they had found and how they had found all
these ‘pieces.’<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I realized they even had
at least three of the artifact pieces while we were on the bus. They held out
the pieces they had to show us.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They
were glowing a more translucent soft teal-blue amidst white crystalline or even
diamond material, or some other non-earth based metal that seemed also to be
clear like glass. I wanted to say ‘polymer’ but I wasn’t so sure on that.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It also had what seemed to be a dark grey opaque
non-earth based metal to it as well.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It
felt to have a lot of non-Earth based minerals and elements.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It was both glossy looking and flat matte at
the same time. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The team continued to talk very jovially and excited about
it.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They had put together a lot of the
pieces already and its was in a type of four-sided triangular shape.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>As we approached nearer to the group a guy
came over to me and handed me a piece to look at.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I realized it fit into the rest of the pieces
assembled and was sort of like the nose tip of the<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>. . .<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>spacejet (spacecraft).<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The ship
portion they’d assembled was around three feet by two feet.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I looked at the piece I held and it reminded
me some of Corborundum where it was jaggedy and broken off, even almost like splintered
wood, while the outside surface was more like a smooth melted piece of quartz
crystal texture. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I then fit the jagged
end into the ‘front’ narrower end of the four sided pyramid looking pieces
already assembled.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The nose seemed to
complete the ship.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>In my hand, it has
also reminded me of a piece of drift wood.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I seemed to know this was the Atacama people’s spaceship or
other small beings’ like them.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I
wondered if there were 5 or 6 of them inside and if they were alive
somehow.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I tried to peer into the ‘window’
even though technically there was none.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I looked anyway to ‘see’ if they were ok. I thought maybe they were ‘dormant’
somehow or in stasis pods.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I now thought
very strongly of Egypt for some reason. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I also now realized Gorik hadn’t known these
pieces were part of a spaceship.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He’d
only known they did ‘something’ and he’d thought ‘magik’ (advanced tech) of
some sort.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Gorik then said surprised and
to no one in particular, “They were here with you guys all along.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He wondered how he could not have known this,
seen this, or known about it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The group continued to excitedly talk about how it’d been
found in an ancient (Egyptian?) artifact.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>Like on top of a rectangular sacrifice pedestal or a pedestal used to
honor (worship?) treasures, they weren’t sure which.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Only that it was on it and it was reminiscent
to King Tut (?) style sepulture (tomb).<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>The kind of ‘tomb’ with all the booby traps, like in Indiana Jones shows
before one reaches the room full of treasure.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>Yet, somehow this treasure room and pedestal ‘room’ was here in the
museum at this rest stop and my team was allowed to have it and take it for
some reason.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I also thought of sphinxes
and black Sheba cats.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Gorik was briefly thinking to take it from the team, to
protect it.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Then,<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>he realized these people were more ‘my’ group
than his dark forces group and he decided it was actual safest with them, even
though the team didn’t yet seem to know it was a spaceship or what to do with
it.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Even if they did figure it out, he
realized they’d be unlikely to misuse it anyways.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>So Gorik decided to let what he considered ‘all
these curious kids’ keep looking at it and holding onto it.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He was curious anyway to see what they might
discover about it . . . ‘for him.’</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">2018_05_23_MAY Space Walk and Space Museum Center </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Part 1</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I found myself on some kind of mission . . . in outerspace .
. . on a spaceship.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The spaceship was huge and semi-spherical but slightly
oblong; shaped a little more like the Good Year blimp. It was largely solid
white, with possibly some silver-grey support trim .<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It was also a highly advanced jet space
craft. The rest of my team, or riders, were now getting into their seats
designed like Disneyland rides with the overhead pull down bar and locking
system.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I thought of Top Gun, but it was
more like the Vortex ride because of the seating, whereby the legs didn’t
dangle in the air.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">My daughter Lexi and I were outside the craft looking in the
large windowed area at our fellow passengers.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>It was our turn for the space-walk on the ship hull outside.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We were both wearing the full on NASA-style
space gear, with big white space helmets the full puffy like suit outfits.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Our suits were temperature controlled, so we
didn’t feel any of the cold of space.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>Both our boots were magnetized to the hull surface.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Lexi was again appearing younger and looking
more like a semi-toddler of 6 or 7 years old.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>She was holding my hand when we heard the announcement . . . </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The magnetic locks were being released.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Our boots now unclamped from the ship hull and we began to
free float above the hull about a foot.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>Fortunately we were near a mini five to six step stairway with a rail
and we already semi-holding onto it.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We
both now grabbed on fully and I told Lexi to “Don’t worry, just on hold tightly
as if for dear life. I’m hanging on tightly too.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I wasn’t afraid, but I knew something wasn’t
quite right.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I tried to radio in to the
control room “We’ve de-magnetized.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It
all had a very ‘Houston, Houston, do you read me vibe.’<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I wasn’t sure if my radio mic was working due
to all the space dust static.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I reassured Lexi they’d remember we were out here and that
it was our turn to space walk and they’d fix it. I made extra sure Lexi was in
between both of my arms and my chest and that I was holding her safely in
place, while also somehow still holding her hand. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Suddenly, the ship began to start its slow turn rolls for
take-off, as if a shish-kabob turning on a rotisserie wheel.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I looked inside the windowed glass wall and saw the last of the
team members inside finish buckling into their seats.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>A gal I knew was looking right at us and I said
“HEY, tell them the magnetics have de-clamped and we are still outside.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The seated crew/team had on regular civilian
type clothes or matching type uniforms and were on chairs maybe made with a
surface covering of a hard white leather.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>My crewmate first looked at me blankly not really registering what I was
saying or realizing what was going on and looked at me like, ‘why don’t you
just radio in yourself and tell them.’ <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I
said it again, “Tell them. . . Please . . . just tell them . . .”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>she finally realized we were still out on the
hull and that something must be wrong, she then radioed in for us.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The white space-bubble-ship now began to turn roll
faster.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Yet to Lexi and I it still felt
like slow motion.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I figured we must be
doing some G’s but since we were in outerspace it felt more like nothing to
us.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Then, the ship began to spin turn even
faster and Lexi’s little arms had now gotten too tired to hold on any longer
and her arms gave out releasing the stairwell rail, I released my grip as well
to go with her.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I wasn’t about to leave
her to float alone in space.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Even though
we felt very little, to no G-forces, <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>we
were sort of thrust off and away from the moving ship now turning and spinning
faster and moving away from us.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I
estimated there must have been something on a collision course for the ship
that would have caused significant damage had they not started taking-off;
whatever it was, had to be significant enough, even and as severe as being
blown apart for them to deem it necessary to take off with us still outside on
the hull. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Lexi and I were now free floating away from the ship and
into outerspace.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was still holding her
tightly in my arms as we floated amidst all the stars.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was not afraid even though it was very vast
and I felt so small, like a spec of dust in the mass of darkness.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Yet, while it was thickly black, it was not
dark.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Stars shown brightly all around
us.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I saw red stars, yellow stars,
orange stars, and even some blue and purple ones.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I reassured Lexi again, they’d find us by
the spacesuit beacons.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We seemed to have
plenty of oxygen, though we didn’t seem to have any actual ‘oxygen’ tanks
strapped to our backs.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I wasn’t sure but
it may have even been unlimited as the suits seemed they might somehow convert
something in the space atmosphere (dust?) into usable oxygen for us.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>So as long as our suits remained operational,
we’d likely be fine.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I reminded Lexi about our destination now and how they would
find us; it was after all, also our turn to visit the ‘moon’ station
museum.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>However, it seemed to be itself
a moon.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But, not like any traditional
moon. It was a whole bubble dome, like a small man or alien made planet, or
both.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The bubble dome was clear and like
a special type of field-shield around it. Reminiscent to a soap bubble,
perfectly clear, but you could still somehow see it.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It also reminded me of a Rector Set gear
sphere ball that was used to power creations assembled with the rest of the set
and also likened to a plasma glass sphere science ball.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The place was basically a discovery center Museum and
Exploratorium; in fact, the entire planet was a type of family exploratory
center and it was Lexi and I’s turn to visit with our team.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I could still see the ship roll turning away
and we were also still floating opposite it from our thrust off the hull.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I worried briefly about an asteroid or
something else colliding into us before we got ‘rescued.’<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Thankfully, we were close to the science
station center planet and could now see it and we seemed to be floating closer
to it, while it also seemed to be moving closer to us.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I thought momentarily it also seemed as if the ship leaders
didn’t know we were outside on the hull or even on the ship roster for that
matter. Almost like we’d even stowed away. . . yet, somehow, it was also our
turn to go on the hull. I wondered breifly if they’d planned to take off with
us on the hull still. If they did, I thought that wasn’t very nice to do to a
child.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But, neither of us was
afraid.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We had each other and plenty of
air.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">We were now floating much closer to the
science-center-space-moon-dome/sphere-planet.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>Our suits continued to keep us warm and the icy coldness of space out,
as far as I knew this science-museum-planet performed only good experiments, such
as working with advanced technologies and their development into useful and
functional tools to aid the beings who utilized them. It didn’t seem these
technologies were bought or sold, but given and received by and to those in
need of them who would utilize them with respect and dignity appropriate to the
technology.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The science-museum-planet was getting larger and larger to
us, as we got closer and closer. The blimp-style-bubble-spaceship now began to
come back toward us too.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The science-museum-planet was also a rather
massive ‘zoo’ sanctuary which had also been part of our destination. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The ship was still roll spinning back toward us like a slow
behemoth space-mole-driller-unit.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I thought
of it as that, because it actually ‘drilled’ (cut) holes in space to pass
through it.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was reminded of the melted
sisters and the black and purple time portals dream.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>As I watched the ship roll back toward us, I
could see it ‘cut’ through what looked like grease or oil on the top of water,
cutting out a ‘hole’ in it like it was clear saran wrap.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The space section would ripple and shimmer a clear
and rainbow color, like a soap bubble, and then the rainbow section would go around
the outside of the hull without touching it and the ship would pass through the
‘hole’ that with the texturing of a soap bubble.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It was just like the science-museum-planet
field-sphere.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I realized the
science-museum-planet was in another ‘sector’ of space that this ship could
access by ‘cutting’ these portals by way of the rotation-spin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">It seemed the Dan Aykroyd looking guy might be the ship
owner and had somehow been too busy in meetings to realize we were still out on
the hull at the time the emergency had arisen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">We were now very close to the science-museum-station-planet.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I could see what looked like a very advanced
and silvery-white modern city inside. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It
reminded me of a sort of MC Escher type labyrinth world only it wasn’t that convoluted;
it was more so only in essence that way than in actual appearance. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">#outerspace #spaceship #aliens #alienspaceship
#advancedspaceship #advancedtechnology #spacesuits #nasa #goodyearblimp
#timeportals #ShamanicDreamVisions #Shaman #DreamWalker #DreamWalkerMagik
#Magik #DreamVision #DreamVisions #Love #Mysticism #StarTrek #HarryPotter
#DClegendsofTomorrow </span></div>
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<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><span style="font-family: "calibri";"></span>Ari Stone Art LLChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09887753127217984638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776910363287579389.post-22084730550095024682018-05-20T18:11:00.002-07:002018-05-21T09:41:26.963-07:002018_05_18_MAY Hawaii Volcano Erupting - 2 Reasons Why<br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="margin: 0px;">©May </span>2018 All Rights Reserved Ari Stone</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I was waiting in an outdoor garage breezeway for my
Twin Flame, who was again appearing as my brother. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Just prior this I had called<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>a family meeting, where my brother and parents attended. My ‘brother’
didn’t want to do any of the things I had suggested.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But, mom and dad thought my ideas were good.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>As I waited in the breezeway, I now heard
Gorik go back in to talk with mom.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I overheard
him being very snide rude about the meeting I had called earlier as he
arrogantly stated, “Maybe we should call another meeting . . . and this time
even invite Ari.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He was talking about
me, like I wasn’t wanted, welcome, or even invited before and had just showed
up with all these ideas I was trying to stuff on everybody else and like no one
had really wanted me there much less listen to what I had to say.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">However, as annoyed as he was, he was genuine about calling
this second meeting because he wanted . . . or more accurately . . . needed . .
. my input, opinion, and advice. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I wasn’t
sure I wanted to go or attend another meeting with him.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He’d been rather rude and opposing during the
first meeting and would put down basically anything I said and was very
negative about my ideas in general.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But,
now, he needed me and my advice.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I
decided I’d see how his behaviors were when he approached me to ask me to the
meeting.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Suddenly, I was feeling very weird about waiting in the breezeway
for Gorik, as he had been talking like I was a stalker.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>So, I decided to go into the house alone,
that I was originally planning to go in with him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I found myself visiting Aunt Claire at the family vacation
home.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I thought it was going to be empty
and I’d be able to sort of think and regroup privately and go through my dream
journals.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>However, as I walked in
through the front door a lot of my extended family was there, about eight to
ten of them including close family friends. All sitting on a long approximately
ten person length off-white cushy looking sofa, faced away from the door and
with a lil walkway gap in the middle of it.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>Everyone was seated and had just finished watching some news on the
small flat screen TV in front of the sofa set on a modern darker wood stand.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I was wearing my same favorite thin blue hoodie that I’d worn
to bed, with the hood up and over my head.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>My hair was a mess and I had no makeup on.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I felt a lil silly being so schlocky, but
figured ‘oh well, not like I’m here to go on a date or anything and they are
just family.’<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I semi-apologized saying
I was sorry for just walking in on everybody and I didn’t know they would be
there.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">My cousin, Roxanne, came over to me as I took down my hoody
revealing my super messy hair. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We walked
over toward the kitchen as she began to ask me if it was ok for the family to
move back into this vacation home.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I
said, “Of course, its your home anyways.” They owned it and let the rest of us
use it as a vacation spot.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She
continued, “because then it won’t be usable as a vacation home anymore.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I again told her that was fine, as it was
after all their home.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">She began to tell me more about why they wanted to move into
the house because of how much better they liked the neighborhood, as it was so
much safer. I saw images of the neighborhood as if looking at a large view
screen and saw what reminded me of suburbia Roseville, CA , with very clean and
wide streets lined with perfect spring green colored trees.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I responded, “Yeah, I can see why you’d want
to move here.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It’s definitely safer.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It felt they were moving from a more inner
city type neighborhood.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Not too bad, but
definitely didn’t want to leave the doors unlocked and theft seemed common.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">My aunt added they were thinking to move in permanently and
not use it just as a transition type home.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I put my hoody back over my head to cover my super messy hair and apologized
for my appearance and said I’d have cleaned up better had I known they’d all be
there.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Roxanne again reassured me it was
ok.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I realize then, how can I be in Roseville in California,
when I went to bed in Colorado.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I told my Aunt Claire, “I think this may be a dream state
experience.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Meaning, I was either a
ghost visiting them and they only thought I was actually there, or it was them
meeting with me in this dream setting to tell me pertinent information about
something. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Suddenly realized I might not know where “here” is, if this
was a dream state.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>So, I asked my Aunt, “Where
is here? . . . Roseville, CA?”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She
responded, “No, Hawaii.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I said, “Whoa,
ok, this definitely has got to be a dream state.” It seemed they’d all just
finished listening to the latest Hawaii Eruption report on the flat screen TV.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Aunt Claire proceeded to talk about the
volcano status saying, “It’s getting really bad.” and even that the volcano had
destroyed the entire island.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I said, “Wait!
What? When? How?!” I again commented, “I still don’t know if I’m in 3D right
now or a dream state.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Aunt Claire
looked at me perplexed because she thought everything was a real 3D experience
and setting.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I looked again at the sofa and it was now solid all the way
across. I said, “I’m definitely in a dream state the sofa has no gap now!” Aunt
Claire was starting to become a little aware now and curious, but still largely
thinking everything ‘real’ as she stated, “The sofa has always been like this.”
I then got to thinking and stated, “Maybe it’s one of those Mandela timeline
shift things.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But, I wasn’t convinced
so I followed that up with, “Either way (just in case the event hasn’t happened
yet), I need you to tell me everything you know about the volcano and why it destroyed
the island (erupted). I need to know what the geologists, surveyors, or news
reporters said and if they gave any reason why this thing blew up and if they
said anything at any point in time like, “it blew up because of ‘this’ or ‘that’
and had we just known about ‘this’ and ‘done this’ it would have stopped it
from destroying the island.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I asked for some paper and a clipboard of Aunt Claire so I
could take note.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I mentioned, even
though this is likely a dream state and I can’t take my notes back to 3D, that
this would still help me with remembering upon waking, whole brain learning
type stuff.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>She understood.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Aunt Claire made her way around to the backside of the sofa where
I was standing with the clipboard and standard white printer paper clipped on
it, along with a blue G2 pen, like I use to document my dreams.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We
both sat on the floor Indian style together.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I looked at the blank pages in front of me and they suddenly
began to fill up now with things that looked very musical-notes like. Dozens
and dozens all over the page.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But, more
like big Mickey Mouse black ears for notes and what looked like an outline of a
dog kong toy to me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I told her we
have to hurry so I can use at least one sheet before they all fill up.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I knew for sure I was dreaming now as this
was typical to when I tried to write in my dream journal in dreams. I always
had trouble finding a blank journal to write in.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Aunt Claire mused about this and lifted the one blank sheet
I had left on top on the clipboard to look at the backside of it and I said, “Uh-oh,
you prob shouldn’t have done that.” low and behold when she put the sheet down
it too had filled up with the same musical notes and dog kong shapes, leaving
one small space for me to write near the top right corner.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I said, “Go ahead and tell me what’s going on
and I’ll write it before it all fills in!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Aunt Claire began to speak, “It’s because of two reasons the
volcano destroyed the island.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It seemed
it’d either sunk into the ocean or to about ¾ up the volcano mountain leaving
just a ¼ peak tip sticking up above the ocean waters and nothing else. She
continued, “Its because of the DNA of the people” I realized now who she was to
me in 3D, “and because of the child sacrifices. They were screwing around with
the DNA by doing that.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Had those not
been done the island would not have been sunk into the ocean or been otherwise
destroyed.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>This was basically the
energetic result of those poor choices by the people and their DNA codes had
then instituted the resultant downfall and destruction.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The child sacrifices opened up portals.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I was looking over my sheets again and feeling like Tom
Hanks with the tattoos on the face in Cloud Atlas and like the kid in 6<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup>
Sense as the person seeing the numbers, signs, shapes, and brings them back to the
‘real’ world for humanity to make different choices and thereby alter and
change the outcome, destiny, and fate altogether.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">In Waking 3D Life , I shared this dream with my respective “Aunt”
knowing it was a message to her from herself on the other side.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was informed that this was a walk into
another timeline where an element was being pulled from that timeline and brought
back into this timeline to create the optimal timeline and whereby the
destruction seen there would not happen here, because of the gleaning of the
message. The message is for the people here to keep doing what they are doing,
waking up and handling those who have messed with the DNA and perform horrible
things on children.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>These positive acts
to expose the bad acts of others prevent the resultant negative energies of destruction.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">This dream also coincides almost exactly with two image I sent
to Sphere Being Alliance by email on November 20, 2017 that match (see below)
Dr Michael Salla’s May 15, 2018 article image for the Volcano Eruption.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I came across the odd shaped rock first on
one of my trail walks and felt I was to take a photo of it, so I did.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I later saw the Pandora song “Flashed Junk
Mind” by Milky Chance that matched my highly unusual rock shape and that song
image appears to be an inverse and mirrored version of the lava geothermal
tubes and image.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">So, I will share now respectively my note with humanity on “How
to Stay Safe.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It is never about
focusing on the negative or dwelling on the negative, It is always about
focusing on what brings you joy, peace, love, and feelings of passion and the
trajectory life path that takes you on. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">People ask all the time, “what can they do?” to make a
difference. . . its as simple and complex as this: be happy . . .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The happier you are (joy), the more synchronicities you see.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><a href="https://youtu.be/r8BsuT0PWdI"><span style="color: blue;">https://youtu.be/r8BsuT0PWdI</span></a><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">(YouTube Milky Chance Song)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><a href="https://www.exopolitics.org/hawaii-volcanic-eruption-intentionally-triggered-to-generate-massive-tsunami/"><span style="color: blue;">https://www.exopolitics.org/hawaii-volcanic-eruption-intentionally-triggered-to-generate-massive-tsunami/</span></a>
<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">(May 15, 2018 - Dr Michael Salla
Hawaii Volcano Article – note the 90% and 11:11 time.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Like a positive inverse 911)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">How to stay safe . . . Be happy. . . </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The choices made when happy, are different than those made
when sad.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Think of it like a trajectory
from a point. When you change the initial trajectory by one degree from the
original path, in time, your new trajectory takes you very far from where you
would have ended up originally. Agreed? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Thereby, changing little choices in a day changes your day
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Stopping to notice and smell a flower, because it brings you
joy,<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>just may ultimately save your life
because in that moment you've moved one degree.<span style="margin: 0px;">
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">So, ask yourself in each moment and with each choice you
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">"Does this choice bring me joy?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">You'll know by your body response. . . Do you light up and
feel alive and full of energy (joy), or do you feel a sinking energy drop and
super tired (sad).<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Paths chosen each moment in joy follow a different
trajectory than those chosen in sadness. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">This is why it is so important to "follow your
bliss."<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Where do you feel bliss?
What activities in your day bring you feelings of bliss? Do you know what it
means to feel bliss? Have you felt bliss before? How did you recognize it? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">When I protect others in dreams, it is Love (joy/bliss) that
wells up inside of me and emanates out changing and protecting. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">This you must learn to do for yourself in order to 'save
yourself' and thereby step into your own power.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">As Mr. Goode has stated; 'You are the one you have been
waiting for' and like our galactic family, I am here to help every step of the
way.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I love you.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">April 27, 2018</span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Main Q: Show me what
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I was in the kitchen in my home looking at my toes.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Each one was bandage wrapped with white
tape.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I gently lifted the bandage tape
from my right middle toe and the toenail almost came off.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I had jammed it sometime prior and half was
black and blue.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I quickly put the
bandage wrap back down to let it continue to heal.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I found myself planning to have a movie non-date date night
with some guy.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We were going to watch
old mysteries, that vibed of being 50’s type shows.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It was to remember . . . .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Prior this non-date, movie date night . . .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I was in another place.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>Another time. People were after me to kill me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I had secret service men helping me to
escape.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I didn’t fully know why or
understand at first what was really going on.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>One of the secret service men had a slight Dan Aykroid look, only
younger, different, more handsome, and in his early 40’s.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">We were in some kind of place filled with tubes.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Tubes for portalling to other places, times, and
locations. Dan grabbed my right hand, while the other secret service guy
brought up the rear. We had cabal style leaders coming after us with death
threats!<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Dan quickly said to me, “Except
for you! Come with me!”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I still didn’t
fully understand.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I knew we had to get
out of there right away and it was urgent!<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>We began to run.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I knew I was being
extra special protected for some reason.<span style="margin: 0px;">
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The cabal group sent to kill me was close in tow, though
just out of visual range. They wanted to slaughter me with the rest of the
prisoners Auschwitz style in their gun-fire lineup.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I ran with Dan as he kept on saying to me, “Come
with me Sir.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>This way Sir. Over here
Sir.” it seemed we were inside a type of Tron video game style world.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We ran into and through a flat circular 2D portal
entry that then funneled us into the 3-dimensional tube.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We came out at our next destination.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>All the portal realms seemed black with dark
almost black purples.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It was hard to see
anything beyond the 10 to 20 feet immediately around us.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It was inky black. But, the purple gently
glowed and lit up the realm to see just enough in front of and around ourselves
to run at a brisk pace. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">We entered another time travel tube portals realm with what
may have had a catwalk overlook.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We ran
onto it. I could more feel than see all the time travel tubes criss-crossing
and zig-zagging around. The space was semi-large, as if in a warehouse
building. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>There must have been at least
20 time portal tubes. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We stopped on the
overlook and began to throw some type of energy matter like ping-pong balls
back and forth with the cabal followers for a few minutes in order to protect
ourselves.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They wanted to capture me and
force me to take a magik potion of some type to make me forget the secret
service guy I was running with and why I was running in the first place.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They wanted me in a drugged up stupor so they
could control me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">We began to run again as quickly as we could, yet I was not
winded and now Dan very intensely stated, “Except for you . . .” He’d been
directing other secret service men where to go from the overlook, “. . .Mr.
President . . .” (like I was Trump or something) “come this way with me<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>. . . and don’t screw this up.” The other
secret service men ran different directions towards an array of different
tubes. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Dan and I ran and entered a separate time portal tube
together from the messed up future timeline.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I felt my body again flatten into a 2D silhouette shape and then sort of
suck-bend into the portal as we entered and went through it. Inside the tube my
energetic form stretched and bent with the tube flow. I felt like a
2-dimensional silhouette person going down a water park slide on a raft.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">We popped out into another major time portal tube access location.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>My form finished bending and stretching as it
exited the tube and re-organized back into my traditional 3D seemingly solid matter
state as I popped out.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Dan’s form did
the same.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The time portal access places
gently reminded me of airports and train stations, only no people and still
inky blackness. I looked again and now we’d multiplied into there being four of
us.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We’d somehow divided even further
into being more people from within the tube. The four of us began to run up
stairs together. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Dan and I now seemed to
be one, but still two separate people. The other two with us were like inky
black and purple versions of human forms and they also seemed to be partially me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They were female twins that stood slightly taller
than myself and were approaching the 6 foot mark. They were inky, blob like, yet
also human form, but not fully formed humans. Their forms were more gelatinous
or like the thick black inkiness of the time portal access realms along with being
made up of the same dark purple glowing accents.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They were solid, but more like semi-liquid silver
solder when melted and flowing on stained glass fluxed foil. With features not
fully formed or developed. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They seemed
to be cousins or aunts, but ultimately twin decoys. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They had less consciousness and were more like
‘space fillers’ than whole and actual beings. This was by design to trick those
running after us into thinking they were us due to my partial energies
animating them and instead they’d follow ‘the sister.’ <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Dan was still holding my hand as we ran up the stairs with
the two sisters now also running between us.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">There was neon green glow-in-the-dark tape lining the stairs
that felt to be the same advanced conscious nano-technology that healed me in
another dream where parts of me had somehow been blown off and skin chunks were
missing.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I now felt the nano-tech again
on me, first on one of my right hand’s fingers, then a larger constituency on
my right ribcage area.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It felt very warm,
inviting, comforting . . . and . . . I remembered.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Dan let go of my hand and ushered me to run now in front of
him as he directed the twins into another time portal tube. The sisters were a ‘glitch’
in the matrix.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Dan was now planning to take another tube in order to further
distract and confound the cabal stalkers.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>He directed me into yet another flat circular 2D entrance portal to a 3D
slide tube. This entry was like the others and also had a yellow-gold 2D trim
indicator circle ring that ran around the lip of the entire opening, as though
lined with gold leaf approximately three inches in width and that ran around the
entire circle, like a ribbon, where the portal opened. The portal itself seemed
closer to eight or ten feet in diameter. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">As I ran through the portal and did the 2D suction and bends
again, I realized I was somehow this world’s President-to-be and somehow their final
hope.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I had to succeed with my mission
and to ‘remember’ who I was at just the right moment. . . </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The tube took me to what was my distant past. I was in a
time I thought of as the 1950’s era, antiquated, outdated, quaint, severely
lacking in technology . . . I was in . . . today . . .</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I was inside ‘my house’ and inside my master bedroom
planning a non-date movie date night with my male friend.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I wasn’t sure if we were dating or only
friends. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We spoke on the phone and
planned to watch a lot of ‘old’ movies together. . . to remember . . . some
felt to be shows like the Bates Motel and other Alfred Hitchcock films, while
others felt to be shows like Invasion of the Body Snatchers.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I didn’t want to watch these shows alone, so
I invited my guy friend to join me and he said, “sure.” <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">My non-date date arrived.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>It was time to make the popcorn that we’d sit and eat together in bed
while watching these old horror shows together . . .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">. . . to remember . . .<span style="margin: 0px;">
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">. . . and maybe . . . just maybe . . . if things went well
during the non-date, date night <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>. . . maybe
we’d be more than just friends . . . as we . . . remembered . . .</span><br />
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">©</span>2018 Ari Stone All Rights Reserved</div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">2018_03_14_MAR </b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Protecting Lilly from
the Sniper Bunny Eaters <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>– Going Home and
Reinforcements Arrive</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">6:51am</b></div>
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I was at a place again doing things to fix and change stuff.
I had someone tell me, “Did you know ‘Disgusting’ spelled backwards is ‘Grandioso’?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was surprised to learn this as I’d never
realized this before.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was trying to
reverse it in my mind to see if it was correct, but could only see how the
letter “G” connected, but the rest connected too.</div>
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I was outside now, at a desert like place with Boulder
rocks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was jogging.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had let my short-haired brown and grey Mini
Lop pet bunny “Lilly” outside to play and stretch her legs here a little while
before my jog.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew this wasn’t my Lilly
bunny from Waking 3D Life (W3DL).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was
my Twin Flame, in disguise again.</div>
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I looked up and off in the distance and saw a man on the top
of the Cliffside around 100 feet above our position and looking down toward us.
I quickly decided I’d better grab up Lilly right now and take her back inside
with “Orin” my Lion Head pet bunny.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Whom,
I also knew wasn’t my “Orin” from W3DL.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It was my TF Gorik’s coworker, Andrew.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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I jogged over to where Lilly was across the sparse desert
grass covered ground.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I looked around
some, we appeared to be in a Colorado Mesa like setting with boulder rocks spackled
around intermittently on the ground. I was briefly reminded of my old Markham
Middle School’s mile-run dirt trail section set above the soccer/football
field.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This guy vibed of the
bald-melted-face-head-guys from the ICC prison Gorik and I escaped from in the ‘2018_01_09_JAN
Escaping the ICC Prison with My Twin Flame’ dream. This guy on the hilltop
seemed a sniper to me. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div>
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A Chinese guy was looking for me too. </div>
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I presented myself as a ‘normal’ person, so as to look like
an ordinary person while I was in a place where this sniper guy could spot
me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt his people were rabbit/bunny
eaters.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I continued to make myself look
like a silly ordinary girl (Like Sandra Bullock in “While You Were Sleeping”
passing herself off as the fiancé) with no really special abilities and as if I
didn’t really know what was going on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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I spotted Lilly again and quickly went over to her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was sure she’d do the usual bunny thing and
try to run away from me and hide, but she didn’t she stayed put and let me
scoop her up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I held her in her
preferred “C” bunny baby hold position, her left hind leg did the nervous shake
thing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I quickly gave her a kiss on the
head between her ears, held her close, and acted like my ‘normal’ walking took
me close to and then behind a boulder just large enough to hide us behind it
from the sniper’s view. It was approximately two to three feet wide and four
feet tall.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I crouch-sat behind it with
Lilly and peeked around.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could see the
sniper-like guy looking in my direction.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He seemed to have spotted me, but he didn’t know if I was solo or not. I
could tell by his expression and energies he didn’t realize I had the
bunny.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I tucked my head back behind the
boulder, waiting.</div>
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I peered around the boulder discretely twice more waiting
till the “smith-like-agent” (ICC – Interplanetary Corporate Conglomerate) guy
was distracted. He was looking for a clear shot of me. He was hesitant though because
he wasn’t certain I was down below anymore.</div>
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I held Lilly close and told her I would protect her from the
mean man and gave her another kiss on her head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She trusted me, though she didn’t really seem to know or understand the
real danger she was in or what I was protecting her from.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She had just been frolicking in the desert
field and grasses . . . playing . . . with no clue “the family” (Chinese Mafia
or Asian Mafia sector of some sort) were after her.</div>
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I sighed and started to stand up now with Lilly still hidden
from view.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The smith-like-agent guy seemed
to spot me, but he wasn’t convinced I was the one he was looking for.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He still thought me some silly girl, so I
kept playing that “appear as a silly girl” game.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I finished quickly rolling Lilly up in the
bottom half of my grey knit sweater top like a baby and stood up fully.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I glanced up quickly at the sniper guy, he
wasn’t watching me directly at the moment.</div>
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I briefly thought of those red Hawaiian Hibiscus flowers and
Bougainvillea.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I quickly turned my head
and face away from the sniper-guy’s direction.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He was like the Chinese Master guy in the Karate Kid films. He squinted
his eyes and turned his head toward me to look at me directly just as I looked
away and then directly and intentionally strode the last 50 feet or so to ‘my
house’ like a ‘silly girl.’</div>
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It was my parents’ house actually and made of a lot of
glass. Most of the walls were made up of a lot of windows for people to see
inside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But not too much, as they were
tinted some and slightly mirrored to the outside world, I could feel the guy
watching me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was still uncertain
about me. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I opened and went inside the main
entry door with glass on it, closed it, and promptly locked it.</div>
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I continued to hide Lilly from view and keep my back turned
with her, just in case.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then, it felt
more clear, so I set her down in the dining or living room area of our
mansion-like house. We were wealthy and had an underground section of the home
too. I decided I’d better not leave Lilly in the dining or living room areas as
she’d probably poop or pee on the rugs wherever she was, since she wasn’t
really all that well trained.</div>
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I again expected her to run away as I tried to grab her up,
but again she surprised me and just waited as I picked her up. </div>
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I could feel the sniper was on his way down now to get a
closer look.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It felt someone had phoned
or radioed him telling him it was me, so he was semi-coming now. I walked with
Lilly away from the living room area and down the hallway to the blue room and set
her down again with Orin.</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>Everything in
the office room was heavily-medium-blue-colored and was a corner room of the
house with two street facing walls that were windowed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Each wall had 3 main window panel sections
that covered the height of the wall and were separated by wall support spacers
and between the windows and the much narrower spacers ran the full length of
the walls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I saw cars immediately
outside on the city surface streets at the traffic light just off the sidewalk
that wrapped immediately around the sides and corner of our house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It reminded me of when I was in Kaohsiung,
Taiwan, as part of a school program I was taking many years ago. We seemed to
live in the middle of a very big city and maybe even in Kaohsiung itself or
somewhere in China.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Wherever we were, it
felt very connected with the Karate Kid style and stuff.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Orin was extremely glad to see Lilly again and they both ran
around very excited and playful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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I looked out the windows even more to ensure they were safe.
Everyone on the city sidewalks and waiting in cars at the intersection light,
all seemed like normal ‘fleas’ on the dog’s back just going about their bug
business with no clue about what creature they were really on or why they were
doing the things they were doing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They
were just doing their tasks and living what they thought was life. </div>
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I thought briefly, ‘we must have bullet proof windows’ as it
was odd to me to have a house with so many windows right in the heart of the
city and people could sorta ‘just look in,’ but not too much and most were too
busy anyways to bother. No one was looking in now.</div>
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I glanced around the blue office-study room that was also Orin
and Lilly’s usual home to make sure the room was safe. The fifteen by twenty
foot room was small and cozy, but spacious for the bunnies. It had library shelves
on one of the non-windowed walls and a nice heavy cherry or dark honey colored wood
office desk more in the middle of the room, with a fancy dark burgundy leather
chair. Next to those and more nearer the library shelves, was a significantly smaller
and far lower budget laptop desk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Satisfied the room was safe and no one was hiding in it or
behind the door, I backed out the room entrance telling Orin and Lilly, “Ok,
there you go. You stay in there for now to remain safe, Ok?.” It really wasn’t
a question.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Both seemed oblivious about
the bunny eaters likely on their way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
was still a little worried and concerned.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It felt we needed more reinforcements, or rather, to join forces with
others so as not to just be the eight of us with my family living here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had a lot of room to share in this huge
mansion and didn’t really need a place this big for just ourselves. </div>
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I headed back toward the main living room entry area as I
thought about what my daughter Lexie told me earlier about her friend never
wanting to live alone because of being so used to living with so many others in
her large family. I entered the main living room area and looked out the glass
windows again at the top of the hillside where the sniper-guy had been standing. </div>
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I could feel he was he was on his way down now and was going
to offer me a pink and white, one layer, yellow wedding cake with lots of
frosting on it; to try to distract me from protecting Lilly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“They” didn’t seem as interested in Orin. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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My eyes darted around the room and passed the escalator (having
to do with time slides and moving forward and backward in time) in the middle
of the room that lead down to the underground area and back across the main
entry areas and back to the main door about fifteen paces away. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I looked around the room again, just to make
sure it was still safe. </div>
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Suddenly, there were eight to ten people standing in the
room with me and they hadn’t seemed to come in through the front door. </div>
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They felt to arrive via a Harry Potter style Port Key like a
boot, only it felt they’d used the skull key from the Sith Lord dream that we’d
stolen back and escaped the floods with it in our possession.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was also like the key the shark-guy had
used to access his world through the glass windows in order to take me with him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This group of people had portalled in near
the living room and front door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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this portion of the house’s windows it looked like the outdoor section of Arden
Fair Mall in Sacramento, CA with a tropical vibe. Almost as if this section of
the home was set in Hawaii. This crew of people reminded me strongly of the
Harry Potter Alliance good guys crew. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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A girl from the crew came over to where I was near the
escalator and told me “they” were onto them and her crew now in our mansion were
there to join forces with us, live with us, and ‘fight’ with us. They all
appeared to be of black ascent and even African royalty with tall rectangular
hats.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She proceeded to tell me the
Chinese family (likely mafia sector) was after them to kill them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wasn’t fully sure about this crew, but felt
them to be ok. Time would reveal all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>For now, we all did need each others’ help.</div>
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I was mostly concerned that their energies were still that
of ‘fighting’ in the killing-style way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Technically, they were the ‘good guys’ but they were still as of yet
unawares of what they were really doing when they ‘fought’ and ‘killed’
another.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They didn’t realize they were
still going about it all wrong and behaving just like the bad guys.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I realized I would have to teach them the
proper ways of love and light. . . and winning . . . without fighting.</div>
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I received them into our home, but let them know they still
had to meet and pass my dad’s approval as technically this was he and my mom’s
home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My dad would be the final ‘say-so’
in the matter and mom would give her advice and input at that time.</div>
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The crew understood and they were relieved they could stay
for the time being. It felt like the Harry Potter scene just prior the
Voldemort guy ruining the big fun event with all the tents and fun
carnival-like living and games scene.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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I felt they would be staying for a ‘long time’ and that we
still had the rest of the ‘shows’ to live through to reach the other side and
end of the drama story.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It felt we’d all
be working together now as a team and joined forces for good, with more reinforcements
on the way . . . </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">MY THOUGHTS</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">This dream connects with the SES group (Lockheed Martin - MK Ultra - deep state at surface state levels)... More in my next blog....where I refer to this group as MIGs (Men In Grey) because I didn't yet know who this group was or about the SES until a friend shared the following link. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">Watch this YT video in the meantime and read the links included.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">"The Deepest of the State 100% revealed - Senior Exectutive Service Governing Counsel 500 Exposed"<br></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">By Woke Americans</div><div class="MsoNormal">Published March 23, 2018<br></div><div class="MsoNormal"> </div><div class="MsoNormal">https://youtu.be/D-NsxYcQv4Y<br></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 30pt; line-height: 115%;">Lesson 1.4: Extraction, Adding Light, Reintegration</span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt;">I found myself with a
small group of about a dozen people in what felt like a cozy home based
church-group meeting. The group sat in a loose circle on the floor as if around
a campfire. The pastor, Ken, appeared as a 35 year old male with light golden
honey brown color hair. My friend, Ginger, was sitting next to me on the floor
to my left when Ken approached her. He reached out and grabbed her thumb on her
left hand. She didn’t really want him to do that, but it was more important to
her to be polite and so she let him. Ken began to say a prayer of some sort and
Ginger and I were like, ‘Whatever . . . . Christians’ . . . lol!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt;">Ken then felt guided of
the Holy Spirit to pull, and pull, and pull, on Gingers thumb, to extract an
evil spirit from her. Her arm was now being wretched forward and elongated some
in the process and she quickly became very freaked and looked wide-eyed like a
deer in the headlights. She began to try to pull away out of his grip, but the
pastor held on tight. I intervened verbally and said, “She does not like that .
. . Let her go.” Ken continued to keep pulling. He was pulling very firm and
also gentle too at the same time, reminding me of a chiropractor trying to put
a bone back in the socket. Ken now began to turn-rotate her arm and said, “I’m
trying to turn her arm to see if I can get into place. I felt guided to try
something.” My friend was incredibly freaked out now, so I physically
intervened this time and gently touched the top of Ken’s hands and firmly made
him stop and break away. I calmly said, “That’s not the way.” I knew now what
was coming next . . . because he had now conjure-called for the entity to come
up and out.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt;">Ken moved to stand behind
me and to my left. Ginger stood up and also moved behind me and just in front
of the pastor. The black entity was coming up now to get out and have revenge
on the pastor for ‘hurt-pulling’ on her (Ginger’s) arm. As the entity came to
the foreground Ginger’s consciousness she began acting like Golem from Lord of
the Rings and was threatening the pastor in that ‘my precious’ Golem sort of
way. I stood up now and went and stood between she and the pastor. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt;">I looked down at my hands
and fingers. My fingers curled up like long wizard fingers from an equally
elongated palm with smooth skin. The tips of my fingers and finger nails had a
very pointy look, reminiscent to Enetka’s hands for the DreamWalker Magik
series. Ginger was now muttering and saying all kind of weird words and hunkering
down threatening to attack Ken. I boomed out clearly now in my sacred tongue
and language saying words like “carunesh” and so on and so forth and ‘wrote’
over the top of this ‘creature’ and it’s language. I then ordered it, “Out
Now,” like in my 2 shadow beings I converted into a tent dream. I continued
speaking and sucked the black essence out with my palms and then into my right
palm. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt;">It was a black sphere of
light based matter and perfectly spherical. It seemed to hover just above
touching my palm. I made a claw-like bone cage around it by placing my left
hand above it, also in a cupped shape with very taunt muscles. I continued to
speak to the black essence comforting and reassuring it as though speaking to a
scared mouse. As I continued speaking both ‘to’ and ‘at’ it I was
simultaneously reassuring it I would not harm it, but help it. I spoke from my
belly (gut) essence to its essence. Ginger’s physical form was standing in
stasis behind me as Ken looked on to learn. I continued to speak deeply, clearly,
and firmly. Now the black energy sphere knew it was time and was ready for the
next phase. I continued to speak and white light sparkles entered into the dark
creatures spherical form prepping it for the real work and the full transition.
It lit and sparkled in about 15 to 30 different spots, like small starlight. I
initially kept the light quantity to no more than 30. This was to protect the
creature form from being overwhelmed with too much light all at once. I had
however, given it the optimal (maximum) amount of light it could handle. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt;">The black creature now
gave me its nod of approval that it was ready for the next phase.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt;">I removed my left hand
from above the top of the black energy creature and was now cupping it with
both hands under it. I began to gently blow on it the Breath of Life. The black
energy began to softly glow black-blue and then began to flower out making me
think of a Lotus flower, but only having the base-protector type leaf petals.
The center was still the black sphere and it was attached to the flower type
walls now and had around 11 black and extremely thick leaf-petals running
around the circumference of its base that came about 1/3 of the sphere. The
petals were extremely thick and even pyramidal in shape and reminded me more of
an Aloe Vera Succulent plant. I continued to blow on it, focusing on a
individual petals. One of the thick petals began to light up sunny yellow,
another thick petal green, then a subtle glowing shade of purple lit the rest
of the black-blue petal areas. I smiled, the creature was starting to feel joy.
I took another deep inhale and exhaled further on the black creature form and
it now lit up orangish, this time the glow included the central sphere. It
glowed a semi-vibrant dark subtle shade of orange and then settled into a burnt
umber color with a subtle orange glow. It largely still appeared black all the
way around, the colors were very dark yet. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt;">We both knew it was now
time for the next phase.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt;">I bent my knees and went
into a gentle squat position as I lowered my hands like a catapult with the
black lotus-like energy matter resting gently on top of my right palm and then
gave a lift-launch up and released the matter off my hands. It went up above
all our heads, spread out like a thin sheet, stopped, and hovered above our
heads around 8 to 10 feet above the floor. It formed itself into a squarish
mist-like cloud that reminded me of the chemtrail blankets we get sprayed with.
I waited a few moments longer, letting it sort of take a rest for a moment. Then,
I raised up my arms into the air in what looked like a wide receiving hug
formation and called back the dark matter energy to me. This time I treated it
as though my wayward son in need of a long overdue and much needed fatherly hug
and my fatherly love. The black mist then coalesced and came down and entered
into my form as though in a funnel being vacuum sucked inside of me. It entered
through my hands and what felt to also be the top of my head. I took it into my
own essence and I cleansed it even further from within my own form. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt;">I looked around and
spotted Ginger now laying down on the floor. I knew I must return her energy
back to her form. I moved to stand by her side and placed my hands
palm-face-down toward her body and chest area. I was now speaking in a much
softer language of mine now, almost a whisper, as I released the dark energy
matter back into her form. It came out through the palms of my hands and
re-entered her form. It still looked very black, but this was indeed the
optimal amount of cleanse she could safely handle and tolerate. I thought felt
to myself, ‘So it shall be done, has been done, is done, and always shall be
done.’ This seated the cleanse in all timelines, all dimensions, and versions
of herself. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt;">Ginger stood up, blinked
a few times, and looked around at the world as if seeing it for the first time.
But, not like she’d never seen the world. She was now seeing into other
dimensions, or rather densities, for the first time. She was now seeing
‘matter’ and energies she had not noticed before and she was in awe of all the
glory, beauty, and spender of the new found colors she could see, feel, touch
(in essence) and now interact with. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt;">Ken looked on wondering
how I’d done it. I knew in time I could teach him this too. So long as he
remained open minded and willing he could and would learn anything he was ready
to learn and I could and would be able to teach him. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt;">Then, I realized I needed
to wake and write all of this. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt;">I thought I was awake and
was looking around on the now brown “L” shaped sofa that was there for my
current journal to write in. Ken had since sat in my spot and pulled out a
really old journal of mine (like my 1st one from 2006 with the dream likely
related to Nibiru) and said “is this it?” I was very unhappy by this point and
very flustered and I glared at him like, ‘please common sense here! I need one
not written in!’ I then seemed to roll my eyes at him. I was now finding about
a dozen other dream journal I’d already written in. All of them on the sofa and
sort of in the cracks and I was just throwing them randomly at Ken and Ginger,
not meaning to hit them, but just to get them out of the way. I was worried I
might not recall my dream. I was getting more flustered and started to say
“damn” A LOT (which is highly unusual for me to cuss, but rather entertaining
to read it.) like “Where is the damn thing!?” and “Why isn’t the damn thing
here!?” and “I know I left the damn thing here where is the damn thing!?” I
prob did this about eight or nine times, in a variety of sentence structures. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt;">The pastor decided to ask
me some questions about the cleanse and I grumbled to him, “I don’t usually
talk until AFTER I have written my dream experience (due to recall) and I gave
him a glaring look of ‘you idiot.’ But, I really wasn’t mad and didn’t mean to
be rude. I was mostly doing it because I didn’t want to hear him or anyone else
act like I was ‘stupid’ or an ‘idiot’ for not knowing where I’d put my journal
in the first place. So if I got angry and upset about it first, it would avert
the others from treating me like I messed up in their eyes, because I was
already mad about it so they wouldn’t have to get mad at me because I was
already mad and frustrated about ‘messing up.’ So no one said anything to me
about not finding my journal and they didn’t ask me any more questions. Lol </span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt;">I finally found my
journal and seemed I wrote the experience in it and then realized my daughter
had also been there watching, observing, and learning too the whole time. I
made my way over to her all smiles again having successfully recorded my dream
and held hands with my her and began encouraging her that she too could do
these things.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt;">I then thought I woke
again and heard my sister-in-law call my brother’s name twice and realized I
was still asleep.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt;">Then, I actually did wake
up and I listened intently to see if I could hear her calling my brother in
actual Waking 3D Life. I did not. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt;">I then documented this
dream and finished recording around 11:07am </span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 30pt;">Lesson
1: Handling Shadow People in Love<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">In this dream, I wasn’t allowed to use my
“ordinary” magik methods. This was done so I would find a method anybody could
use to dispel black magik beings . . . And so I did.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">June 16, 2017</span><o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">“What does my Galactic Family of Love and
Light want me to know most right now?”</span></b><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">In my dream . . .<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">I was in bed in a hotel room with Annie and
her husband Ted also in bed next to me. Ted was sleeping on the far right. As I
lay there, I felt etheric relations with my Twin Flame (TF) and he and I we
were chatting about things. Annie next to me in bed under the covers said “You
know you’re not supposed to be like that with a married man,” I said “yeah, I
know” and reminded her I didn’t ask for this to be the situation once I found
him in 3D and then reminded her she was married too and also interacting etherically
with her TF in the same fashion, which was not Ted. Then Annie said to me,
“What if he’s a demon you’re having relations with? I was like “WHAT!?” and
quickly ‘checked myself’ and then said, “I am fine and I am NOT having intimate
relations with a demon. Why would you even say that? That’s very mean. Just
plain mean, mean, mean, mean. How would you feel if I said that about you and
your TF connection?” Annie realizing I was right, sort of apologized to me,
although I could tell she wasn’t fully convinced.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">Restlessly I fell back asleep in to bed next
to her and dreamed I had a dream.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">I was looking for my Twin Flame down by the
beach. Then, I found him and he transitioned into being two black shadow people
“demon” person and his form disappeared. I looking at the ocean and the sun
went all the way down. It was dark. I tried to use my magik to raise the sun
back up, but it didn’t work.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">Then, I was on a small row-boat dinghy, about
a football-field-length from shore. Two black shadow demons were sitting across
from me. I tried something at first as they tried to scare me, then I realized
. . . just laugh. So I started to laugh and point at them saying, “OMG!
Seriously! You have GOT to be kidding me.?” as I tried to get them to laugh
with me and do something much more fun and exciting than try to ‘scare’ people
like me. Then, “You guys are TOO funny!” I was trying to get them to have some
fun with me instead and to do something different. I continued to laugh and
laugh trying to get them to play with me. They were HORRIFIED with their utter
failure of attempts to scare me and thoroughly disgusted! They completely left
and dropped back into their lower vibration reality before I could do anything
else to them! LOL. They couldn’t leave fast enough!</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">Then, I was back in bed with Annie and Ted. I
was sweating and waking up within the dream from the dream. Annie awoke and
rolled over to me and I said, “Yeah, see now, I just had a dream where I had to
deal with ‘them’ because of what you said. I knew that was gonna happen! Please
don’t ever say stuff like that again, ok?” and “It’s really insulting.” Annie
realizing she was wrong then rolled back over to sleep.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">Unable to sleep, I got out of bed and sat on
the floor next to the bed and nightstand and began fishing around inside the
drawer. I found what looked like green taffy candy about two inches in
diameter. It had a whitish see-through wrapper sort of stuck melted onto it, as
though already been chewed. I pulled the taffy out thinking I was going to
throw it away when instead I put it in my mouth and chewed! It was a yummy
green apple taffy flavor. Suddenly realizing, only God knows who chewed this
thing before, I was like ‘what the heck am I doing! WTF, why did I put that
back into my mouth!’ I was now trying to get the block out of my mouth and into
a tissue. I got most of it out, just as Annie rolled over into my spot on the
bed. I woke her up saying, “Hey that’s my spot and I’m still sleeping there.”
Annie promptly rolled back over into her spot. I then got out my dream journal
and back into bed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">Annie woke up and rolled back over to faced
me. I opened up my dream journal diary and showed her a little picture drawing
of another book with a tagline inside it that read “LAUGH SECTION.” I was
showing her the book that belonged to the black demons and what they’d written
about their experience with me. They’d made special note in this section of
their diary so they would be reminded to NEVER go back there again and to avoid
it entirely! To them, the “laugh section” was EXTREMELY SCARY! These demons
felt to have a government-CIA-black-opps-type vibe. Annie told me again to be
careful so as not to endanger my TF. I replied, “Of course, I already know
that. I love him and we are protected.” I felt some fear-worry but I reminded
myself it was my job to hold the spaces of pure love and light energies for him
to walk into. Annie apologized again and then rolled back over to sleep. Ted
was asleep the entire time.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">I began feeling my TF energetically back on me
in bed. Worried I checked to ensure it was really him and not an imposter
trying to take his place. Satisfied it was still him, I empathed to him, I love
him and we shared some more energy and then I woke up.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">This next dream in linear time I had over 5
years “before” I had my Twin Flame shadow people dream. I feel this dream
connects and is what I ultimately did with these shadow people. Both dreams had
“two” shadow people and in both dreams I was also looking to find my twin flame.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">Below is the raw typed dream</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">Friday Nov 4, 2011</span></b><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">5:30 a.m. DREAM</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">Removal of black energies</span><o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">2 human looking beings walked up to me. They
were possessed of black energies. Both beings had solid black eyes (like the
way my eyes looked with the wrong kind of “color” lenses in).</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">I waved raised my left hand in the air and
said “stop”. Looking them both directly in the eyes, I had no fear. I then
waved my hand across both about 2-3 ft. away and said “out” “now” very firmly.
Then I quickly decided in my mind, 'what do I do with them? Can't just get them
out without changing them into something better...they still need a purpose'. I
may have repeated it again “Get out now” and immediately (really after only the
1st time they did it).</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">The black energy came out, the human forms
seemed to dissipate or walked away.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">I then said... “Get into this ball of light”
and and they did “and be transformed into the light” and they were. I then
converted the energies into a tent. The energies felt such strong love there
was also sexual tension desires. I then said upon setting the tent down (as it
was trying to have sex with me...lol) “If you behave and are good I may have
sex with someone inside you.” Indicating I first needed to find my twin flame
to do that. This calmed the “tent”, which now love and had a bond with me, and
I walked off.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
Magus Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01736793846594727558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776910363287579389.post-37100962962360429322018-03-08T13:59:00.001-08:002018-03-08T14:03:35.682-08:002014_02_04_FEB RECIEVING BACK IN LOVE DARK ASPECTS TO MYSELF<p dir="ltr">© Dec 2017 Ari Stone All Rights Reserved</p>
<p dir="ltr">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.  </p>
<p dir="ltr">This is largely a raw verbatim typing of the original dream and also shared with my DreamWalker FB group. </p>
<p dir="ltr">2014_02_04_FEB RECIEVING BACK IN LOVE DARK ASPECTS TO MYSELF</p>
<p dir="ltr">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.</p>
<p dir="ltr">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.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I’d done it / did it.<br>
6:03am</p>
<p dir="ltr">#timetravel #magick #dreamblogger#dreaminterpreter #dreaminterpretation #antarctica#alaska #secretspaceprogram #mars #dimensions#cern  #showmen #fulldisclosure #cosmicdisclosure #love #shaman #shamanicvisions #whataredreams #whydowedream #shaman #whitemagick #darkentities #shadowpeople #startrek #onceuponatime #wizard #witch #harrypotter #realmagick #love #twinflame #twinflames #soulmates #healing #unity #iloveyou #peace #worldpeace #magik #magic #magick</p>
Ari Stone Art LLChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09887753127217984638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776910363287579389.post-52190265721821258732018-03-06T19:46:00.001-08:002018-03-06T19:48:06.748-08:002017_11_05_NOV ASTRAL CLASS - Handling Dark Entities with Love<p dir="ltr"><br>
© Dec <u>2017</u> Ari Stone All Rights Reserved<br></p>
<p dir="ltr"><b>I shared the following with my #Facebook #DreamWalker Training Camp group on December 12, 2017.</b></p>
<p dir="ltr"><b>-Regarding Dark Entities in Dreams, What they are,  and how to handle them in Love.</b></p>
<p dir="ltr">Hi Everyone,  </p>
<p dir="ltr">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. </p>
<p dir="ltr">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.  </p>
<p dir="ltr"><b>Lesson 1 - Laying the Foundation for Future Work</b></p>
<p dir="ltr"><b>Working With Dark Entities –</b></p>
<p dir="ltr"><b>What are they?</b></p>
<p dir="ltr"><b>and</b></p>
<p dir="ltr"><b>What do you do with them?</b></p>
<p dir="ltr">Currently the most common thing I am asked about are dark entities of various natures and what does one do with them? </p>
<p dir="ltr">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.</p>
<p dir="ltr">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).  </p>
<p dir="ltr">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.</p>
<p dir="ltr">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.</p>
<p dir="ltr">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.  </p>
<p dir="ltr">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 . . .</p>
<p dir="ltr">- Dream -</p>
<p dir="ltr"><b>2017_11_05_NOV ASTRAL CLASS </b></p>
<p dir="ltr">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.</p>
<p dir="ltr">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.  </p>
<p dir="ltr">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. </p>
<p dir="ltr">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.  </p>
<p dir="ltr">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.”  </p>
<p dir="ltr">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.  </p>
<p dir="ltr">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.</p>
<p dir="ltr">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.</p>
<p dir="ltr">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.</p>
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<p dir="ltr">This is the key foundation for all the transmutation work I will be teaching each of you.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Sweet dreams and may you all manifest beautiful rainbow spheres of love and light for healing and transformation.</p>
Ari Stone Art LLChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09887753127217984638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776910363287579389.post-42390335945311808612018-02-22T09:09:00.001-08:002018-02-22T09:09:34.047-08:002018_01_22_JAN Greatest Showmen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<div dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-93c6977e-bea0-2b97-3116-92a9ecfc04ac" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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 . . . .</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">2018_01_22_JAN</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Greatest Showmen (22 Jan 2018)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Question 2: </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Need to know. Who needs my help tonight. Love, Unity, Peace, Joy, Twin Flame and Me W3DL.</span></div>
<br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;" /><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">@6:46 AM</span></div>
<br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;" /><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I sat in the audience crowd with my parents and daughter quietly observing them.</span></div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-left: 48px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Goode, Corey. “Ancient Builder Race - Recovering Humanity's Billion-Year Legacy.” </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sphere Being Alliance</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">13 Jan 2018</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. Web. 15 Jan 2018. <</span><a href="https://spherebeingalliance.com/blog/ancient-builder-race-recovering-humanitys-billion-year-legacy-part-1.html" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: blue; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">https://spherebeingalliance.com/blog/ancient-builder-race-recovering-humanitys-billion-year-legacy-part-1.html</span></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">> </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-left: 48px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #9900cc; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I will share multiple dream connections with this update and that I shared with SBA via email </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #9900cc; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">prior</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #9900cc; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> this update.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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.</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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 . . . </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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.</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I decided it was time to test my magical abilities, to ensure they would penetrate through their divisive curtain veil of lie codes. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span></div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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.</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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 . . .”</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Hugh Jackman trainer now had the tall brown creature back in its spot, so it simply looked like an animal mistake. </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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.</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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.</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Enoch was set to enter soon from the same off-stage location the animals had entered from. </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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.</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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.</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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.</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. . . </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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!?”</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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…”</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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.</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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.” </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">They were still trying to blame it all on ‘malfunctions.’ I wasn’t even close to done yet . . .</span></div>
<br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;" /><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The performing announcer, Robert, noticed my hands through the veil right away. </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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.</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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!” </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. . . </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The performers were flabbergasted!</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">No one should have been able to do what I just did! </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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 </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">hug</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. 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. </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-left: 48px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Deschamps, Justin. “Global Mind Energy Report: Impact of Mass Meditations HIGH Today -- October 10th, 2017.” </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Stillness in the Storm</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">10 Oct 2017</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. Web. 10 Oct 2017. <</span><a href="http://www.stillnessinthestorm.com/2017/10/global-mind-energy-report-impact-of-mass-meditations-high-today-october-10th-2017.html?m=1" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: blue; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">http://www.stillnessinthestorm.com/2017/10/global-mind-energy-report-impact-of-mass-meditations-high-today-october-10th-2017.html?m=1</span></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">> </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #9900cc; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #9900cc; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Preventing 3 (World) Wars</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #9900cc; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">” dream emailed to #SphereBeingAlliance </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #9900cc; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">01 Sep 2017</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-left: 48px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #9900cc; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #9900cc; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #9900cc; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Please read Justin’s article for scientific details regarding hugs and why they are so powerful. :) </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">All eyes were watching me.</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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.</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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.” </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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.</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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!?”</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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.</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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?”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. . .</span></div>
<br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;" /><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.08px; margin-bottom: 13.33px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After my, </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">22 Jan 2018</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, dream I came across this well written article:</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 13.33px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Raines, Eric. “Spiritual Narcissists and their False Light Propaganda.” </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 13.33px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Unleashing Natural Humanity</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 13.33px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 13.33px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">31 Jan 2018</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 13.33px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. Web. 31 Jan 2018.</span></div>
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<a href="https://www.unleashingnaturalhumanity.com/single-post/2018/01/21/Spiritual-Narcissists-and-their-False-Light-Propaganda" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: blue; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 13.33px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">https://www.unleashingnaturalhumanity.com/single-post/2018/01/21/Spiritual-Narcissists-and-their-False-Light-Propaganda</span></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 13.33px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #9900cc; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 13.33px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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.</span></div>
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<br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;" />Magus Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01736793846594727558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776910363287579389.post-43607578667313562092018-02-15T06:34:00.001-08:002018-02-15T06:39:25.515-08:00My Thought - 2016_08_12_AUG Gorik Drunk - I Drive - Ray Gun Portals Built By Off World Kids<p dir="ltr"><span style="background-color:#D8DFEA;">#DreamBlog</span> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Yes, this is all one night's dreams! Some nights I wake and write 20+ pages of experiences. </p>
<p dir="ltr">There are two sequences, one regarding my TF driving drunk and a situation with a death threat from a lady likely from another dimension or dimensional overlap. </p>
<p dir="ltr">When a soul is 'drunk' in a dream, it is often symbolic they are not living in accordance with their soul essence, and in 3D are living contrary to how their 'higher' self wants them to be living in 3D, thereby they are 'drunk' because soul wise, they are not paying attention.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Souls also out of sync with their soul path that visit me in dreams, may also appear drugged and/or or under spells by others and often they come to me for protection and help.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I recommend watching "What the Bleep Do We Know" https://youtu.be/gFTTrYRNV_E as a good example of how a soul becomes drunk, drugged, or put under soul spells by another. There is a section within It that shows about emotional bonding in unhealthy ways as being like a drug and an addiction and how those bonds occur through emotional linking and often unhealthy emotional attachments. These attachments are readily evident in dreams as the visual depictions of the soul revealing they are drunk, drugged, or under a spell.</p>
<p dir="ltr">As to part 2 of the dream, with the abused "off world" kids, I'm not totally sure just yet exactly where they are. But, they are likely connected with the <span style="background-color:#D8DFEA;">#Antarctic</span>, <span style="background-color:#D8DFEA;"><span style="background-color:#D8DFEA;">#Mars</span></span>, and <span style="background-color:#D8DFEA;"><span style="background-color:#D8DFEA;">#InnerEarth</span></span> per other dreams and info. Its likely the Antarctic is a gateway to wherever they are being abused and then sorted out to other locations (likely most not on Earth) dependent on how they 'ingest' the abuse and respond to it, if more mousey or sexual, they get shunted to a location for that, if more rough and tumble (like the second group of kids that arrived in the dream) they get shunted to locations for that. The abuse and drugging as young children occurred first though. The school bus likely depicts they get around half of the children somehow through the education system when they are young and likely focus more on the 'homeless' ones (orphans) and snatch those from families that they think they can get away with snatching. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I firmly believe they must ask everyone first in dreams before they can do any of those things in 3D, just like the races #CoreyGoode mentions approach us first that way to get permission from our <span style="background-color:#D8DFEA;"><span style="background-color:#D8DFEA;">#HigherSelf</span></span> too. I believe this is part of the cosmic laws/rules that all beings must honor first. This is why dreams are so important, they are conscious recall of those events and more. I'll be sharing soon more about how to handle 'dark entities' in love.</p>
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Ari Stone Art LLChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09887753127217984638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776910363287579389.post-14217264350795661952018-02-13T11:29:00.002-08:002018-02-13T11:29:41.364-08:002016_08_12_AUG Gorik Drunk - I Drive - Ray Gun Portals Built By Off World Kids<!--[if !mso]>
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2016_08_12_AUG Ray Gun Portals Built By Off World Kids</div>
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Dream Message:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ray
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Irises have a frontal portal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The kids/people that work on these things
are <span style="background: yellow; mso-highlight: yellow;">off world</span>
(Earth) and build them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, they don’t
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The <span style="background: yellow; mso-highlight: yellow;">bunnies
are the kids</span> that work on the large ray gun/ shrink ray gun irises. They
looked to me like the Honey I Shrunk the Kids device from the 2<sup>nd</sup>
film.</div>
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I was trying to take photos of the “bunnies” in certain
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<span style="color: #0070c0;">In
connection with my other dreams and the overlapping dimension aspects likely
involved,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The irises may have to do with
CERN like parts constructions or for laser based devices of some type due to
the laser involved in the Honey I Shrunk the Kids film.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">2017_10_30_OCT Part 1
- Gorik Drunk I Drive. Dimension Problems and Protections Provided.</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">@7:20am</b></div>
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I found myself in a white sports car with Gorik driving and
he appearing again as my brother.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
were heading from Shingle Springs to Placerville in California.</div>
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He had a little silver metal drinking flask filled with
alcohol that he had been drinking from and my former and now deceased in Waking
3D Life (W3DL) favorite pet, Munchkin a Boston Terrier, was riding on the floor
by my feet on the passenger side.</div>
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Gorik was taking swigs of boos from the flask as he was
driving and becoming more and more intoxicated by the minute.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was asking me if I wanted to drive the car
because it was sporty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t really
see a need to drive it for that reason.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But, Gorik was becoming more and more drunk by the moment and I was
concerned about him continuing to drive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He was barely able to stay awake or drive at all and we were only moving
about 5mph through all the traffic lights in Placerville heading towards South
Lake Tahoe.</div>
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I told Gorik to pull over and let me drive. He was trying
now to pull off to the side of the road for that reason. He slowly began
pulling through the first green light as he was trying.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The traffic stopped just past the first light
and I tried to get him to turn right at the light instead so we could stop at a
gas station to switch seats but, then the traffic line in front of us began to
move again very slowly forward, so Gorik continued to drive straight with the
traffic through the light. Once across the intersection he began working at
getting us all the way off the road and onto the right shoulder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The traffic in front of use began to pick up
speed as Gorik reduced our speed to about a snail’s crawl. He was very
distracted. </div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Aside from being
totally drunk, he was also looking for some paper that a lady around 40 years
of age had recently given him threatening his life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Initially, the paper seemed to be just a
threat to take all that he had via the corrupt courts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The lady felt to be a low level highfalutin
person with the appearance of power and status, but only within a small town
construct like Placerville.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was
extremely ego based and abusive towards others, a jerk really.</div>
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She had served this threatening paper on Gorik by what felt
like mail and it seemed to have no real basis for any legitimate legal case of
any kind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yet, she had served it on him
anyways.</div>
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I gently began to ask Gorik about this paper for more
details. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was white and folded up
into 4s. He finally came to a complete stop, with us still largely in the right
traffic lane.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The drivers behind us were
getting mad some as they had to move into the fast lane in order to get around
us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We may have been driving a white
Cougar sports car.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Finally Gorik managed to sidle the car mostly onto the
shoulder and into the semi-soft and dry-wet dirt, while still slowly creep
rolling forward.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I encouraged his
actions, “yeah, just pull over here and let me drive that’s fine.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was so drunk now, and worried, and
distracted, that he was barely paying any attention to me at all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Finally, he stopped the car with the rear
left tire still in the slow traffic lane and opened his door to get out and
switch sides with me. The other drivers could at least get around us now, even
with his door open.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I directed Gorik,
“get out now, so I can drive.”</div>
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I opened my door to get out and walk around the back of the
car to his side.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It felt the police
might be there any minute for some reason and I didn’t want him to get in
trouble for drunk driving.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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He was mumble-muttering about the paper served on him by
mail. I instructed him to walk around the front of the car in order to keep him
from walking into traffic drunk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I then
seemed to <u>both</u> climb over the center consul and walk around the backside
of the vehicle to get into the driver seat. </div>
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Some of the people driving by us were a little concerned. A
nice lady with wavy curly brown hair travelling with her approximately 9 year
old blond haired daughter, slowed almost to a stop and gave me a caring
inquisitive look, I assured her by flagging her forward that we were ok and she
pulled around us too along with the stream of traffic behind her.</div>
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Gorik successfully got in the passenger side and closed his
door. In the meantime, I discovered the dash was extremely low on the driver
side and almost crammed up against my legs, so much so, I could barely move
them enough to operate the gas or brake pedals.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I was reminded of the square time travel pods I flew and how they seemed
like they were crammed like this too, except those had formed around my body to
fit my form perfectly. </div>
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I was determined to make this crammed driving situation work
in order to get Gorik to safety.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Munchkin now came up from her floor spot to sit on Gorik’s
lap.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then, our car seemed to phase shift
from a white color into a more sandy-brown or pewter (barely metallic)
color.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I pushed on the gas pedal and
began to merge back into traffic, an oncoming car slowed down and pull back
some to let us on and not hit us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
drove us through the 2<sup>nd</sup> light and for some reason I felt we needed
to turn left at the 3<sup>rd</sup> light,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>up Clay St.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It felt urgent to get
out of this town immediately as there were too many corrupt people here. The
police force was especially bad and it felt they were <u>both</u> after us and
not after us and also as if they were a ‘million’ miles away still trying to
find/locate us. </div>
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<span style="color: #0070c0;">Deceased
pets showing up in dreams are a very positive sign.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0070c0;">Clay -
has to do with dimensions, dimension travel, and dimension hopping per my many
other dreams.</span></div>
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I turned the wheel hard left but was still making a very
wide left turn as if I was driving a big rig.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I continued to turning even up Clay Street about 50 feet and I drove
over a low planted center divide and was barely creep rolling at 1mph.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Suddenly, there was a 3<sup>rd</sup> girl outside our car
talking with us is she were inside the car with us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Gorik was still looking at the threat paper from the lady
and he was even more worried now because the paper message had changed to
become a death threat on his life, with a death date, for something like a
month from ‘now.’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It seemed the lady
was planning to do the hit herself and I was then visually seeing the tomb
headstone that was planned for him.</div>
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But, now this 3<sup>rd</sup> girl whom I wasn’t entirely
certain exactly who she was energetically in 3D, took the paper from Gorik’s’
hands as I spotted my dream journal on the ground outside the car. I opened my
door and was able to scoop grab up it up as I creep rolled near it in order to
rewrite (?) history in it. </div>
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I couldn’t tell exactly what the 3<sup>rd</sup> girl was
doing with Gorik’s paper, but she was writing something on it that had to do
with the death threat sentence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Gorik
was extremely distraught.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The 3rd girl
handed the paper back to Gorik and said, “Look at it now.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Gorik took the paper and looked at it. It now
read that ‘nothing happened to him.’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It
was as if the lady who’d written the death threat never existed in the first
place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The 3<sup>rd</sup> girl said,
“That’s because I’ve written a promise to terminate her first and so all of
history has changed.” </div>
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The 3<sup>rd</sup> girl then directed her attention to me and
charged me with the task of protecting Gorik in the meantime; it felt the date
for the lady’s termination was still coming somehow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I already knew it was my job to protect Gorik
because of my powerful magikal abilities and I reassured her that I would
continue to do my job.</div>
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Gorik now worried, ‘what if she changed her mind’ about
terminating this lady on the 30<sup>th</sup> (?) day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The 3rd girl now felt more like a close
family member of mine and she reassured Gorik she was a woman of her word and do
as written. I knew she would. She was dressed in white and then stated, “It
‘would’ and ‘was’ already done now.” She wasn’t the least bit worried or plush
about it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt relieved it wasn’t my
job to terminate the lady. </div>
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I finished making the hard left U-turn that had turned into
a wide left U-turn up Clay St and got back onto the main Highway intersection
we’d just turned off of and began headed back toward Shingle Springs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I drove through the 2nd light and then turned
right up Canal St toward El Dorado High School.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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The 3<sup>rd</sup> girl was floating outside and alongside
our vehicle like a guardian angel in a flowing white robe now, keeping an eye
on us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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We were making it out of town safely, though I was still on
high alert.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was feeling to drive us
back to the car <span style="background: yellow; mso-highlight: yellow;">dealership</span>
in Shingle Springs and being extra careful to not drive off any cliffs! </div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Part 2 “Off-World”
‘Homeless Shelter’ for ‘Lost Boys’ and the Grey Dust</b></div>
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<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_838x4uqfeq29"></a>I was in a place I viewed as a
‘homeless shelter’ for “Lost Boys,” like in Peter Pan but, there were girls here
too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t fully know exactly where I
was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a maybe like a vast and huge
warehouse or underground place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Initially
I only noted the small cozy larger room side I was in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were around 50 to 100 children most not
in their teens yet. None of them seemed to have parents or they had been
snatched to think they had no parents. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_z8z47uu7ao61"></a>There were white-grey dust
powders all over everything and everywhere. All the kids were covered with this
dust too along with the school bus I was standing next to. The ceiling in this
more ‘cozy’ section was slightly higher than average.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_gjdgxs"></a><span style="color: #0b5394;">In other dreams, powders have magikal abilities to
transform things or become things when utilized correctly and are linked with
desire. These powders may connect with the alchemical powders in W3DL such as
Ormus powder (Monatomic Gold) and may even be linked to the real reason for the
alien harvesting of ‘gold’ from Earth as a ‘creation’ tool for keeping their
slave and abuse systems operational in other locations and even higher
densities. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I very recently had another
dream where 2 pedophile trouble maker witches told me the ‘waters’ were being
polluted/poisoned from higher up near ‘source.’ Which revealed clearly what I
suspected, that many of the ‘so called’ ‘higher evolved/more advanced’ beings
are also tools running cabal agendas just as much as the lower level and more
corporeal Earth density ones. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It
important to wake up everyone at all levels with love.</span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
I spotted a very abusive middle-aged school marm standing
beside the school bus whom may have even been the same blond lady that just
threatened Gorik’s life. Near her was an approximately 19 year old blond girl
that reminded me a very snobby and rude teenage girl from my Waking 3D Life
(W3DL) youth, whose family also went on the annual car dealer Hawaii trips. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The teen girl was being extremely rude and bossing the other
kids around like she owned the joint and like they had to follow her
orders.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’d seemed to have
successfully made herself into the right hand kid of the nasty ‘school’ marm.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Suddenly, my daughter Lexi blipped in next to me and told me
something should be done about that snob girl. Then, she disappeared again and
was gone.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The snob-brat girl was now trying to get me to follow her
orders.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I would not.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She did not like that!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
To prove her ‘power’ she went into the school bus and made
her way over to one of the little 8 or 9 year old kids. She selected the one
holding a little teddy bear to terrorize because the bear seemed to bring extra
special comfort to that particular child. I couldn’t tell if the child was a
boy or a girl. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I noted again the white-grey dusts covering the exterior of
the bus along with the kids sitting or leaned up against it, they all looked
glued to their spots and in a trance like daze.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The interior of the bus and the kids inside it were equally covered and
daze-drugged looking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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The snob-brat girl proceeded to snatch the teddy bear from
the child.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The child was very upset and
even looked like they wanted to cry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But
they did not, because they were largely used to this by now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was very displeased with the snob-brat
girl.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Especially, since this seemed to
be the only toy amongst all the kids.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
snob-brat girl then came back out of the bus and gave the teddy bear to another
older teenage boy who didn’t really want or need it. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I promptly went over to the teenage boy and politely took it
back from him as the child came out of the bus. I walked over to the child and
handed the teddy bear back to him/her.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The snob-brat girl did NOT like her ‘power’ being usurped
like that!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She began trying to ‘get me’
by verbally assaulting me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I basically
rolled my eyes at her and energetically told her she was an idiot, she didn't
like that either, so she physically lunged at me while she continued to try to
tell all the kids she was in charge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I simply
flew up into the air out of her grappling range and then energetically told the
kids “A good leader does not do the kinds of things this girl and marm do (hurt
you to make you cry). A good leader cares about you and your feelings, like I
do.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The kids were understanding what I
was saying and were seeing this truth for the first time, yet none of them had
any clue what to do about the abuses.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I then needed to go use the bathroom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were 4 toilets in a row and 2
sinks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The lights were off and it was
dark inside. The door remained open to let in light.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was the homeless kids’ prison
bathroom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Zero privacy. I used the
facility along with 3 or 4 other kids inside it. Finished and chose to wash my
hands at a more private sink location.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">Using
the restroom in any capacity in dreams <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>typically has many positive connotations.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"> </span><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "wingdings"; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"></span></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> </span></div>
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I walked out the group bathroom and down the hall to a
separate and more private sink and mirror location to wash my hands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were no kids or abusers here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I washed my hands in the sink with the gold
Melaleuca bar and the diamond-vibing sink handles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The sink bowl seemed made of <span style="background: yellow; mso-highlight: yellow;">gold</span>, though it appeared
otherwise.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I went back to the main area where the kids were.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A BIG fight style competition was about to begin between the
small group of young children I was just with and a new group of older mostly
teenage kids that had just arrived.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The new arrival group of kids were vast in numbers, hundreds
and even thousands of them, all covered in a more white-blue tinge grey dust. I
paid more attention to the rest of the ‘room’ now and noted how it expanded out
as far as my eyes could see and the ceiling was at least as high as a huge
factory warehouse, maybe even a couple hundred feet up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The object of ‘the game’ was to steal by brute force – like
cage fighting style – the one toy or food item that would be presented.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This style of fighting competition seemed to
occur once per month, per week, or the like.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The whole thing reminded me of the Kevin Costner (KC) Waterworld movie I
barely recalled and another movie title, War of the Worlds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Neither film was I very familiar with but
these kids and the game vibed of being something like those. I thought I
recalled in Waterworld KC being on a water raft to escape the prison world he
was in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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<div class="MsoNormal">
The teenage group of kids were very rough and tumble like
the people in Waterworld and it felt they had started where the younger
children were, who were covered in a more warm red-tone grey dust. It felt
they'd originally been abused and indoctrinated like the young children were
experiencing now and by the same abusive marm to think abuse was normal. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After years of abuse, injections, drugs, and
more, they were then shunted off to different locations dependent on how they
responded to the abuse.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This group
seemed to be some of the most rough and tumble ones and also reminded me of the
staff-crew team in the #HarryPotter show with the head #VictorCrum guy in the #GobletOfFire.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Now, a 19 year old boy from the other side was telling me
this is how it’s done as the fight was about to begin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It seemed his team always won because they
were meaner and smarter (largely due to being biologically older) and had
already learned a lot more about how to also be abusive and sneaky.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They also had the obvious advantage of being
vast in numbers.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
An item was being passed out and around now. It was
black.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It had a tarantula vibe and was
like a hanging #Halloween spider toy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
saw a huge monster truck single wheel tire lying flat on the ground near me
with a kid from ‘my’ team side hiding inside it with the more <span style="background: yellow; mso-highlight: yellow;">red</span>-warmth vibe. An older
kid covered in the more blue-grey dust with a colder (blue-bloods?) vibe
quickly snatched the toy from the warmer red-tone dust covered child inside the
tire where he’d tried to hide with the toy near the <span style="background: yellow; mso-highlight: yellow;">mesh</span> type screens inside the wheel.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="color: #0070c0;">Red and
Blue - connects with the typical waring ‘God's colors.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="color: #0070c0;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="color: #0070c0;">Mesh -
connects with CERN info dreams and is used to capture others. More relegated to
soul essences.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The blueish white team guy was now being very rude and
snobbish to the little boy he’d just taken the toy from.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Very rub-it-in-his-face-arrogant and treating
the child like he was nothing more than a patsy and no challenge at all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I was watching mostly to observe and see how this ‘game’ was
played, in order to resolve what best to do about it later.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The head nasty school marm for the warmer and more innocent
team now entered the almost full with children bus and was doing things to
further sedate the kids inside so they thought they were in Hawaii by the
ocean.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was doing something to all of
them, including the almost same amount of kids outside the bus.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were all lackadaisical like this was
life and “just how it is.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I continued to observe to determine how to best free them.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The nasty marm now had <span style="background: yellow; mso-highlight: yellow;">apple cider vinegar</span>, and a rag or a roll of paper
towels. There were standard looking size mesh (steel or aluminum) about 4” x 8”
vents that lined the base of the bus sides near the floor with about 4 or 5 vents
per side.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She also had a small white
clip style fan (like used for <span style="background: yellow; mso-highlight: yellow;">MJ</span> indoor gardening) and a small, white, modern, sleek alarm
clock that played music. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="color: #0070c0;">Apple
Cider Vinegar – connects with Druids and alien info from other dreams. These
groups use “Apple Cider Vinegar”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>for
things like mind control. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="color: #0070c0;">MJ
connects likely with the MJ12 type groups and etc.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She poured some Apple Cider Vinegar on her paper towels and
began to rub them on the <span style="background: yellow; mso-highlight: yellow;">vents</span>.
Next she held the paper towels with Vinegar on them over the vents and turned
on the fan to disperse the fumes off the towels.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With a smirk glint in her eye she proclaimed
she did this so the kids would think they were in Hawaii and like the vinegar
gave the smell of the ocean and ocean breeze.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The kids in the bus looked extremely drugged up and lackadaisical now,
whereas prior they looked like they might actually be starting to get sober
some. They all looked extremely ‘high’ on something from the “vinegar” and looked
½ eyes closed like they’d just had a dose of heroin or cocaine or
something.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The smug nasty marm continued
to say she did this all the time and kids were incredibly dumb and stupid and
they’d just stay there and let her do it. She continued to keep them sedated
with just enough ‘perceived’ happiness so they wouldn’t try to leave.<br />
</div>
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<span style="color: #0070c0;">Vents
have to do with the way the ancient civilization traveled around underground.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="color: #0070c0;"><br /></span></div>
<span style="color: #0070c0;">BlueAvians. 26 Sep 2017, 1:34 AM. Tweet.</span><br />
<span style="color: #0070c0;">http://parnas.info/the-technical-installations-of-the-ancestors/ </span></div>
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<span style="color: #0070c0;"> </span></div>
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<span style="color: #0070c0;"> </span></div>
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<span style="color: #0070c0;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I still continued to just observe, thinking this not cool at
all and purposed to find some way to free the kids.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, I had to be careful how I did it so as
not to create so much shock to the kids that they freaked out and went the
opposite direction in fear.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The kids were now looking to me for a solution as they could
see I was full ‘present’ and definitely not from around there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was even possibly a being out of phase to
the mold they’d been place in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Like I
was ‘free to move about the cabin,’ fully present, fully aware (no drugs or
etc), and they wanted to see how I would and could change things because I was
free to move and walk about and do as I chose.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The children seemed to be sitting the entire time, as if stuck in their
one spot, except the snob-brat girl because she realized she could move about,
but she’d believed it was because she’d chosen to be nasty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was almost as if they were <span style="background: yellow; mso-highlight: yellow;">frozen</span> in place except
maybe to pick their noses or something. . .</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="color: #0070c0;">Frozen
- points to a potential cold climate location of the kids like the Antarctic in connection with my other dreams. </span></div>
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Ari Stone Art LLChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09887753127217984638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776910363287579389.post-72921393265940005762018-02-13T04:03:00.001-08:002018-02-13T10:58:20.145-08:00What Is A Timeline Split? And How Are Dreams Involved?<div dir="ltr">
What is a #TimelineSplit ?</div>
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Timeline splits occur when souls live in disparity with themselves. </div>
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In plain English, this occurs when the conscious self chooses opposite the 'higher' Self's will. </div>
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Higher Self's will is readily accessible in what humanity calls 'dreams.'</div>
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This knowledge is available to be seen by anyone paying attention to the higher density realms. </div>
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In dreams energies are more cleared away to be seen as they are (i.e. if someone likes you they are more expressive or vice versa) and are a mixture of symbolism and actuality. But, generally speaking all info seen points to the actualization of the energies in 3D that will be seen and experienced in some capacity and in conjunction with how they were first explored, created, tested, and decided upon in the upper densities, 'dreams.' </div>
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When a soul is out of parity with themselves, their dreams abilities are also rendered ineffective because they are not living in connection with 'source,' which is their own inner soul-spirit essence. </div>
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When out of connection with 'source' (or 'higher' self) one may dream, but see zero connection to Waking 3D Life or have no dream recall at all. There are varying levels to this, however, regardless to recall, everyone's souls/soul-spirits travel as the body rests.</div>
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How "in connection" you are with yourself and truth, will determine what you can access (see) in dream realms. </div>
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In order to heal the timeline splits, humanity must heal within him or herself the disparity (split) and come into parity (unity) with their total self - source (love).</div>
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As a footnote* </div>
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I theorize the Anchar are the epitomy of the #twinflame splitting and that the super evil cabal sectors here are their other halves that they want to cast into the abyss of darkness again via a #SolarFlash, religious propaganda, and more "splitting" (timeline splits) while claiming they are of unconditional love and unity, but they equally live in fear by continuing to hide in their time anomoly bubble. I'm gonna guess these guys have been around as long as the cabal in terms of 'time.' This is my current theory on these guys. </div>
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I recommend watching #OnceUponATime especially season 6 episode 14 (30 min mark), where the "good" evil queen (who'd split herself in 2 in earlier episodes in order to 'get rid of' her 'evil' portion of herself) realizes she has to love her "evil" self too and shares that with her other half to bring healing to both.</div>
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#dreamwalker #dreaminterpretation #dreams #dream #dreamblogger #shaman #magick #alchemy #twinflames #thegreatawakening #twinflame #whataredreams #whydowedream #dreamblogger <u>#dreamwalkermagik</u></div>
Ari Stone Art LLChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09887753127217984638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776910363287579389.post-70891864820659061792018-02-10T11:45:00.001-08:002018-02-10T11:45:21.537-08:002017_03_29_MAR MAGIK LIGHT UP CRYSTALS – MJ12<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">My Magik Light Up Crystals 3.29.17 dream - emailed
to SBA on 6.15.17 - shows the cleanup being done regarding naughty groups at
the higher energetic levels and connects with Dr Michael Salla’s MJ12 article
as published 6.16.17 and Robert David Steele PhiBetaIota articles:</span></div>
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leaked Majestic-12 document was released on June 14 which describes a variety
of extraterrestrial related encounters with humanity.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Salla, Michael. “New
Majestic Documents Reveals US Diplomatic Reveals US Diplomatic Relations with
Extraterrestrials.” exopolitics.org. Exoploitic.org. 16 Jun. 2017. Web. 16 Jun.
2017</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><a href="http://exopolitics.org/majestic-document-reveals-us-diplomatic-relations-with-extraterrestrials/">http://exopolitics.org/majestic-document-reveals-us-diplomatic-relations-with-extraterrestrials/</a>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Phibetaiota.net. Public
Intelligence Blog. 2 July. 2017. Web. 2 July. 2017.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">< <a href="https://phibetaiota.net/2017/07/michael-salla-expolitics-including-mars-colony/">https://phibetaiota.net/2017/07/michael-salla-expolitics-including-mars-colony/</a>>.</span></div>
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conspiracy theories, Majestic 12 (or MJ-12) is the code name of an alleged
secret committee of scientists, military leaders, and government officials,
formed in 1947 by an executive order by U.S. President Harry S. Truman to
facilitate recovery and investigation of alien spacecraft.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">2017_03_29_MAR MAGIK LIGHT UP CRYSTALS – MJ12</span></div>
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Babanoosh, Caranesh . . .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I was on a mansion of sorts. It felt like a
competition was occurring among fake ‘witches’ and players, pretending they had
powers they didn’t.</span></div>
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9-year-old daughter’s friends, Lindsey and Danilla, had come over to visit.
I forgot they were visiting and went looking for the girls all around the
house. I finally discovered them in a large fancy TV room with a fancy
black piano. All the girls had their sleeping bags out on the
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entity was scaring her. I told her to transmute it into something she
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told her, “Just blow all the love and light through it you can possibly
imagine.” She tried visualizing and said, “like this?” I could see
the dark energy she was afraid of. She didn’t believe she could do it
because she wasn’t a ‘witch’ like me. So, she failed to transmute it, her
first try. I encouraged her, assuring her that she could do it. She
visualized the light transmutation a second time, this time believing in
herself. I said, “Yeah, like that.” This time she was successful.
She gave me a huge smile followed by a very big hug and a thank you.
Lindsey and Lexi had just been watching. Lexi commented that she
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(like a table) that snapped into a single row on a stationary base. It
looked more like a motorcycle with a rail that the wheels snapped into like
roller blades.</span></div>
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He was attractive. I wasn’t looking to hook up, but was open to the
potential, if it arose. He began to tell me how to snap it in and out
from the base. I already knew and was doing it for the second time now.
For a brief moment, he felt a little silly trying to tell me how to do
something I already knew how to do. However, he was glad to offer me
assistance and advice when I needed to line up the wheels and snap them into
place when off the stationary base. We finished snapping the bike into
place in the single file motorcycle like rail from off the base. I got on
and peddled out by the pool.</span></div>
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them. I saw a TV weather news report saying the nano-bots were in the
chemtrails and had been released and activated in everyone to take control of
them. Immediately I energetically ‘checked’ myself. I felt like me,
still having full control.</span></div>
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mansion doors and around the rest of the rectangular, freshwater pool.</span></div>
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being held and where all the competitors were gathering. I already knew a
number of them were corrupted and others were taken over by the nano-bots.
I was on my way to correct this situation.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I entered the large practice atrium where some of
the competitors were and got off my bike. The darkened room lit up with
my presence. The main competition was to take place in the adjoining
atrium.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I pulled out two very long rows of magically linked
up crystals (like ropes) and held one in each of my hands. Each rope was
made up of 15 - 22 crystals magically linked together with seeming gaps of
space between each crystal. The crystals reminded me of a handful of my extra
special Waking 3D Life crystals like my Lemurian Rainbow Light Bridge,
Atlantean Seed Crystal, John of God crystal, and my two military supercut ZPMs;
each crystal in the rows was beautiful and perfectly cut. The
crystal-rope in my left hand glowed a deep sky blue and the one in my right
hand glowed a beautiful green. They felt like strong and powerful whips in my
hands and extended around 5 feet in length. They hover-floated in the air
with my hands holding onto the ends. I thought and pointed them up, to
test them. They were currently each knotted once forming a loose circular
loop. I flew up gently into the air, with no pressure on my joints or
weight on any of my body.</span></div>
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they had magik when they largely had none amongst all of them, minus a few with
very juvenile age level skills likened to a 7-year-old but even less adept.</span></div>
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two reigns guiding a horse pulling a sleigh, saying “giddy up, let's go.”
The crystals lifted up even higher now and I began speaking my language
and eliminating bad-evil competitors in the practice area, one by one. Few
competitors noticed anything at all, at first. Most of the competitors in
this atrium were more energetically present than physical with the exception of
8 or 9. I picked off the more ethereal aspects of 2 or 3 with the
crystals. More competitors began to look at me now and were curious about
what I was doing. I said, “Here follow me and see a real demonstration of
proper powers when welded correctly for the highest good of all.” I let
the crystals guide me gently back down to the floor. I had only revealed
a fraction of what I was yet to do in the main competition area, keeping my
proverbial cards close to my chest.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I walked out of the practice atrium and into the
main competition atrium. It felt dark at first, then it lit up at my
presence as I entered allowing me to see.</span></div>
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the atrium and a red team off in the distance still on their way in. I
began telling them what I was about to do and if they wanted to see someone
with real powers they needed to listen up, observe, watch, and learn. I
did not share my secrets.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I heard mutterings in the crowd about the crystals I
was welding. They were saying that no one had been able to weld those crystals
before me. Many had tried over the course of the years, but the whips
would stay limp like a necklace. However, with me holding them they
glowed and came to life. </span></div>
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spirit with the essences of the crystals, along with my will and belief that gave
us power. I felt that the crystals also had a say in this as well.
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I thought-felt-directed, “Up” and the crystals
untangled from the large loop knot I had ensured leaving in when using them in
the practice atrium. The crystal ropes straightened up causing me to
glide up with them as they glowed with power in their respective blue and green
colours.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I looked up at the atrium ceiling and saw 12 huge
flags placed in grid-rows of 3 by 4. Each flag represented a team. There were
stars in a circle on one flag. Another was green with white stars.
I began speaking my language and then very specific words. As I
said each word, I rose up toward the flags. As I called out each “team
name”, their flag disappeared from the rows. They’d been eliminated for
cheating, being evil, and not playing fair. I continued to rise up and
call off Greek (?) team names. The names came out of me and rolled off my
lips as though old familiar names. I called off five different names,
like Beta Mu Upsilon and other names, and five different flags disappeared from
gameplay.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Evil players were cowering and trying to hide
unnoticed in the shadows. There were maybe about 3 more teams to call out.
2 of those 3 were highly likely to be called out, the 3rd potentially
questionable. The few other remaining teams had been largely ignorant of
all the cheating, evil, and controlling ways of the others to this point.
Some had noticed and were so glad and relieved like the ‘chosen one’ was
finally there. Like I was Arthur or something having pulled Excalibur
from the stone. I replied to their thoughts, “What would I do with a
sword? Go stab, knife, or slice this guy or that guy? Then, when done just set
it aside or go on about how great I was for knifing and slicing others?
NOOOooooo way . . . . this is WAY BETTER . . .” I indicated the
crystals and instead removing evil players from gameplay and then placing them
in a soul holding quarantine tank, for proper handling and cleansing later was
better.</span></div>
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#secretspaceprogram #majestic12 #mj12 #magick #spaceships #crystals
#thegreatawakening #aliens #governmentcoverups #whistleblower #shaman
#dreamwalker #dreaminterpretation #mysticism #alchemy #cosmicdisclosure</span></div>
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Ari Stone Art LLChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09887753127217984638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776910363287579389.post-9684879646980196312018-02-06T14:38:00.001-08:002018-02-10T05:46:05.466-08:00NO Solar Flash (pt1)- Prior Thoughts and More<p dir="ltr">Why I don't believe in a <span style="background-color: rgb(216, 223, 234);">#SolarFlash</span> . . .</p>
<p dir="ltr">Read my Glowing Finger Points to Change dream from 2013 that turned out to be the same prison keeper lady in the ICC prison escape I posted about a week ago. <br><br></p><p dir="ltr">http://aristoneart.blogspot.com/2018/01/20180109jan-escaping-icc-prison-with-my.html?m=1</p><p dir="ltr"><br></p>
<p dir="ltr">In most instances, I know who everyone in the dream is in 3D. I've seen hundreds of things now that connect with my dreams that have come to pass in 3D that I was sharing with a group I was lead to believe were awake, but evidence has shown them to be otherwise and this too is in accordance with my dreams. </p>
<p dir="ltr">What I have seen now occur 100s, even 1000s, of times now is this:</p>
<p dir="ltr">"What we do in dreams, determines what we experience in 3D." </p>
<p dir="ltr">I will be writing a paper on what dreams truly are and why the cabal uses trusted spiritual teachers to disseminate lies about them being nothing but subconscious panderings where they say everyone in the dream is you and in the next breath tell you we are all one. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Coming up soon... I will also post about the AI agenda of the cabal to get a prominent spiritual teacher in 3D to give his soul to them willing. they work via the spirit -soul realms and get permission there First directly from the soul, then they can do stuff to them in 3D. If a soul is still asleep in 3D regarding certain areas, they often appear to me in the dream as drunk, drugged, or under a spell and I get called in to help protect them. In a particular dream I will be sharing, "Galactic Rescue," I have seen 4 big things that have already occur in 3D. The big one, is yet to manifest fully in 3D.</p>
<p dir="ltr">As more and more things come to light in 3D, I will reveal key info showing more connections and teach the associated lessons. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Such as marriage being largely a cabal death contract for souls to kill each other with the false belief its "honor" and "moral" to stay with someone killing you or vise versa in spirit - soul dream realms. Marriage is often a suicide pact or agreement by two souls to murder each other in socially acceptable ways, as denoted by the "death do us part" final clause. Please note, in most instances both people are good people without a clue what they are doing to each other in soul - spirit (dream) realms that then manifests in 3D. The results of the spirit-soul realm abuses are often manifest in 3D as things like disease, accidents, depressions, cancers, etc. This is why what we do in dream realms is so important. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Dreams can also alert you to potential suicides, accidents to avoid, and even people trying to manipulate you. I recently had one guy show me in a dream the world's largest snake I have EVER seen, maybe even 100ft long, 3ft diameter center area, coiled up on a huge cart about 15ft long, 12ft wide and 20 ft high with logs like a bird perch the snake was coiled all around. Snakes warn of someone who will intentionally do things to manipulate and control you. In 3D the guy behaved in accordance with what he showed me in the dream. So I already knew to not argue because he was already set in his agenda and it would have served no purpose other than let him be justied in his mind about the lies he was already believing. </p>
<p dir="ltr">So stay tuned... I'll be posting a lot of my controversial views regarding many spiritual beliefs that have gone off skew and put people in religious and psychological traps, like "mirrors".... and more....</p>
<p dir="ltr">My core message is to awaken each person to their own innate truths and heart wisdom (true knowledge. The knowledge of remembering.) to activate their own magikal abilities in dream realms... heart and truth. </p>
<p dir="ltr">All Magikal abilities are resonant first with how honest you are to yourself and thereby others which ties into heart understanding. Together these are the core of what Love really is. Those with head knowledge and little to no real heart knowledge will still remain powerless in dreams and at the mercy of others who they still resonate (and often fight) with. </p>
<p dir="ltr">True understanding resonates from the 'heart,' as does all wisdom and knowledge of the ages.... </p>
<p dir="ltr">...Love...</p>
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