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2018_07_02_JUL BURNING MAN TICKETS AND I STRIP DOWN THIEF

©2018 Ari Stone All Rights Reserved

2018_07_02_JUL  BURNING MAN TICKETS AND I STRIP DOWN THIEF

Q:  What do I need to know about going on YAF YT with info

1:06am 

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.

BURNING MAN TICKETS – 2 QUEENS – Ai OLD SCHOOL PC

I was at some event with a Burning Man vibe.  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.  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.  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.  There were little to no people in line as it was still early yet and just announced.  The ticket seller, felt like Gorik’s friend Duke. 

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.  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.  Duke said I had to register first at that outdated computer setup and then he would talk to me through the computer.

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).  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.   I needed to choose a username and password.  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.  Then, I hurried back to the old-school computer at the front of the line.  This only took me about thirty seconds to a minute, max.  I hopped back over the single rope line to the front of the computer and said, “Sorry about that.  I had to get my phone wallet . . . wallet purse . . . wallet phone.” I needed it to pay digitally once we got to it.    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.  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.  On the screen were a handful of images of traditional type playing cards.  I asked Duke, “So, I am to only choose a password from these images? Cards?”  He replied, “Yes.”

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.  (Ai code of love dream connect)  On the blocky Apple PC style screen there were four or five rows of playing cards and pictures about thumb nail size.  I was to select my password from those pictures.  I thought, “Ok, this is highly unusual . . .”  then I chose and pressed the Queen of Clubs or Queen of Spades.  Actually, it seemed to morph from one into the other, possibly starting as a Spade then morphing into a Club.  I thought of the Ryder Waite Tarot and the 9 of Diamonds I just removed from my book I was working to have Copyrighted;  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.’  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.  Duke seemed to apologize to me for this process being so rigorous.  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.”

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.  I had either gotten the Burning Man tickets or would get them after I finished the next round of data input.  On my bed sat another blocky old school style PC computer screen.  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.  The monitor PC took a good portion of the bed.  My daughter Meadow and I were to share this bed.  It again seemed that Duke apologized to me, this time through the PC monitor on the bed.  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.  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.  It seemed to be around 10am.  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.

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.  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.”  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.

Now, I found myself in another bed in another hotel room, with a nightstand and lamp to my right.  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.  Whoever he was, he wasn’t aware of my, “no talking to me” rule until after I wrote and documented my dream(s).  So he asked me, “Whatcha doin’?”  I completely ignored him and kept on writing.  My mom seemed to be in this room as well.  I leaned over to the night lamp on nightstand and clicked it ‘on’ for low light (Shadow being contemplating change dream connect).  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. 

Then, I realized I really needed to wake up and write, so I did.

8:22am  HARRY POTTER BOY AND GIRL WHO STEAL THINGS – I STRIP THE BOY DOWN AND DEMAND MY THINGS BACK – THEY COMPLY

My daughter Meadow and I were going to get a room at the ‘hotel’ nearby.

 My parents already had a room and if not we were going to book one for them too.  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.  The small watering hole was designed like a small natural fountain-pool and it was rather lovely.  We walked a short distance away to the main hotel and to the particular section that was the ‘Harry Potter’ section of the hotel.  We walked up to the male concierge at the concierge desk to book and pay for a room.  

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!  I look inside and saw a room around 100ft by 70ft with around 30 beds inside. There were lots of young  girls around 12 and 13 years old.  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.   I looked at the sign numbers above the beds on the main far wall across the room and saw “1-30.”  I looked around to see if there were any two beds still available next to one another, there was not.  I leaned over to Meadow and told her “This is unacceptable. There has to be ‘regular individual rooms.’  We are going back to the concierge to ask-tell him we expected a regular individual family room, like what my parents got.

Back at the concierge desk I told him we had expected a regular individual private room.  He said he’d work on it.  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.

Meadow and I went back outside and back to the house with the watering-hole. 

That’s when I saw our suitcases . . . . open . . .  and  completely empty! 

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.  I told Meadow, “We are going in!”  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.

Next, we entered the front door of the house.

Meadow and I spotted two younger people inside; teenagers: one male, one female.  One looked like a young Chakotay from Star Trek Voyager, the American Indian male and subordinate captain to the main captain, captain Janeway.  The female had long light brown hair and was semi-attractive.  They both were very smug and wanted to know how I’d gotten in there!.  I said, “Magik.” To maintain my secrets I had used a Harry Potter style wand to ‘pick’ the locks to enter the house.  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.   Chakotay and the girl had already sold off some of my stuff for a handsome profit already and they were very smug about it!  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!  I was VERY unhappy with them!  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.

They both tried to run at me.  The Chakotay-looking boy first, as he got near me I briefly grappled with him a bit . . . then . . . I stripped him down naked . . .

He was humiliated.

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!  The teenage girl just watched.  Meadow seemed to be handling her some.   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.  He was extremely humiliated now and starting to feel some remorse, or at the very least shame, though he was still being a jerk.  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 OR ANYONE Else EVER AGAIN!”  The girl now tried to come at me from both her own foolishness and because the boy cried for her help.  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.  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.  I demanded again they tell us where our clothes were!

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!?  What have you done with them!?  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.  He seemed fully ashamed now.  I was disgusted with him and his idiot cohort girl.   The boy sheepishly told me where my clothes were.  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.

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.  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.  He and the girl tried to say they or others wouldn’t like me very well for doing this.  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.  I then told them, “You are NOT good people and I don’t need ‘friends’ like you . . . in fact . . . nobody need friends like you.  Who wants to be friends with liars and thieves who just steal their things and clothes as if their own to sell.  I sure don’t.”

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.  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.  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.  They had been running their black ops theft mission of illegal sales out of the warehouse.  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.  They were like Hillary Clinton with the Russian Collusion and fake investigations that exposed her. 

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.  She had enough magik to keep an eye on them and remain safe if they misbehaved again.

. . . Then, I woke up . . .

   

 

2018_02_10_FEB ABOMINABLE PRINCESS AND TWO PEDO WITCHES

2018_02_10_FEB   JEALOUS ‘ABOMINABLE’ PRINCESS AND FIBER OPTIC COCKATOO TAIL

About 4:26am

© 2018 All Rights Reserved Ari Stone

I was walking in some kind of mall-like space, that was a factory future tech warehouse.  A princess lived here.  She was to take over after her mother, the Queen.

There were two seats situated directly across from each other.  They were connected with what looked like eight fiber optic looking cables that were thin like guitar strings.  The chairs were about thirty feet apart and the princess was sitting in one of them.  I went and sat in the other.  This place seemed to be her kingdom, yet I had more power.  She felt to be a little jealous of me and said, “Why do you even have to be here?”  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.   Then, she quickly realized I didn’t care about that.  She saw how interested I was in things and how I enjoyed my life and simple pleasures.  She wanted to be able to do that.  But, she wasn’t exactly sure how.  So she was ok with letting me sit in the other chair because I wasn’t there to usurp her.

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.  Her area was similar to the Disneyland’s Matterhorn Abominable snowman area.  As I was adjusting a fiber optic string, it broke.  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.”   I hadn’t done it on purpose.  But, it broke like things did at this one person’s house I stayed in for a month.  Where I would just touch something and it would fall apart or break.  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.  I again told her I didn’t do it on purpose.  I began to look around me to see if I could tie the string I accidentally broke back onto my side.  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.  I wondered how it had ever connected to my side in the first place.

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.  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.   The Princess softened as she realized I was genuine and hadn’t meant to break the cord.  She was talking to me the entire time. I walked over to the piece of fiber optic on her side.  She remained seated on her throne.  There two fiber optic Cockatoos at the base of her throne, one was missing its tail.  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.”    The Cockatoo area at the base of the throne was set up like a mini shrine.   I leaned down and placed the fiber optic piece into the bird’s tail spot.  The birds were both sort of “It’s a Small World” at Disneyland vibe.

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.  She even seemed to want to help me and be my friend now.  She stopped talking in ‘cutting’ ways to me now, and was actively trying to get along with me.  She reminded me of the ‘Evil Queen’ from Once Upon A Time when she had softened and became a good guy.  She felt to be helping me energetically and she began to look for another fiber optic to connect back to my side again.   I told her, “It’s ok, if it works out and you find one, great.  If not, that’s ok too. I’ll be grateful either way and appreciate you looking.”  

There was someone else in the room, reminding me of the man I bought my Spark car from.  I was then briefly in the dealership having a conversation about sales and cars with our former fleet guy.  We had a whole conversation about sales and selling things.  He wanted to help me, as I told him sales was not my best skill. Lol

NEW GOOD WITCH SCHOOL MARM AND 2 FRUSTRATED BAD WITCHES

9:19am

I was with a small group of people and a guy who reminded me of a family friend from my childhood named Jim Berry.  He wanted to partner up with me.  He was about 40 years old. 

I had just been with another group and that group had two bad (evil-ish) witches leading it.  Then, the group voted for a good witch to head the school(?).  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.  I nipped that in the bud right away and stated, “No way.  No thank you!”  Those two witches were abusive and pedophile-like and were.

The good witch was speaking and asking the seemingly all-girls school about something.  Then, she asked if how she was doing it was fine.  I told her, yes.

All the class groups headed outside to the river area.  The water was ICY cold looking.  We were all either going to get in or simply follow it on the river bank downstream.  The two bad witches now threatened to do stuff.  I looked at them both with my ‘Seriously’ look.  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.  Instead I replied, “Sorry girls . . . ” (Not really ‘sorry,’  but more a ‘sorry’ try on their part. Lol) “ . . . I have zero empathy or concern for anyone like you two anymore.  I couldn’t care less about either of you or what happens to you.  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.  So I have zero empathy for you.  Compassion . . . yes. Empathy or emotion. . . NO.”  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.  So not they were threatening to poison the water and to take Billy (my old favorite black cat) from me.  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.

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.  I replied, “I doubt that.” to them being the only ones who could or would stop it.  They were agitated they couldn’t ruffle my feathers or rile me up.

The good witch leader now instructed some of the girls to get into the water and just go with the flow down the river.  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.  Like they would blacken over time and their body parts would slowly die off that way.  But, for now, everyone looked fine and unaffected.

I got in briefly and told everyone to cross their legs, so as not to ‘romance the stone’ and then  I went down stream with them a little ways and then got back out of the water.  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.  It looked sort of like the power box to a sublimation printer; they were threatening they’d do something with it.  The box felt to be red, white, blue, and black.  It seemed like a ticking time bomb made of metal, like a robot.  I replied, “Oh please, you have got to be kidding me.”  I said it in a very  ‘you guys are such idiots’ tone. They were still trying to get an emotional rise out of me.   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.

The evil witches were very frustrated to not get an emotional reaction response from me.  So, they now offered to help locate the problem at the source.  Like it had something to do with a pink trim and a three layers and tiered white birthday cake.  I replied, “Yeah, sure, whatever, that’d be nice.  But, I won’t believe you until after I see it’s done.  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.”  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. 

I was going to continue to keep an eye on them, as it wasn’t like they’d ‘changed.’  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.  But, that wasn’t gonna happen.  They were lousy ‘people’ (beings) and they were still looking for ways to be naughty and wreak havoc.  

2018_05_19_MAY MESSING WITH CORPORATE GUYS – THEY CAN’T CATCH ME

2018_05_19_MAY MESSING WITH CORPORATE GUYS – THEY CAN’T CATCH ME

 (C) 2018 All rights reserved Ari Stone

I found myself in a very high security building structure.  It was so large, it qualified as vast.  There were many stories and rooms, similar to a San Francisco building that covered an entire city block.  It was extremely fancy, modern, sleek, and very Intel Silicone valley style.   

I snuck in now through their alarm systems by becoming invisible and passed through their walls and was now inside.  I was checking things out for fun.  I was also curious about what they do inside.  I was also there to throw a monkey wrench in their gears by proving (by way of showing) how flawed their systems were.

I flew and floated around inside . . . and . . . got spotted!  Oh . . . They did not like my being there!!! (lol)  They wanted to nab me BIG TIME! One very boss-like guy wanted to nab me in particular and bring me in for questioning.  He sent ALL his security guards after me!  But, only one or two at a time per building section.  Reminding me of the ICC prison escape dream. 

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.  They were getting very frustrated!  (lol)  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.  

https://aristoneart.blogspot.com/2018/01/20180109jan-escaping-icc-prison-with-my.html 

There was a main ‘Smith’ style agent after me, that reminded me of the Mafia Son guy chasing after me dream.  He was determined to catch me!  He always seemed to be following me with the one or two other security officers, possibly one of them was Duke.  The Mafia Son guy was radioing in and doing all kinds of things to try to corner me.

I now entered a room with a huge pool that was lined with lovely windows to let in the sunlight.  I seemed to get into the water and did a back float for a minute and them a forward breast stroke.  The Mafia guy entered the pool room.  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.  He radioed his men to be in all the surrounding rooms.  He had gotten wise to my wall-pass-through-game some and now he had men in every surrounding room ready to nab me.  The Mafia Guy was now just about  to touch me and at the last second . . .  I passed through the walls to the outside of the building!

I was outside now floating in the air and decided to go back inside, guess I hadn’t caused enough mayhem yet. (lol)  So, I went back near the Mafia Guy and then went invisible again and passed into the wall.  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. 

I now moved around the building through the walls as if a ‘spirit.’  (I was somehow reminded of the dream where mama Earth wanted to marry couples.)  I then moved around inside the floors.  They couldn’t find me but, they knew where I was! (lol)   They were always hot on my tail but could never quite seem to catch me.   I thought of my shapeshifting for my animal prisoner sanctuary love dream.

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.  The security men came in and still wanted to nab me.  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.  

Then, I went invisible again.

I flew over to a balcony area and decided I better leave before they sent everyone in the building and caught me. (lol)  I was like a spry faery to them.  Zip-zip-zing-zing . . . here-there. . .  GAH! . . . everywhere . . . nowhere . . . they were frustrated . . .  trying so hard! So close! And yet . . . no banana’s . . . lol!

I passed through the window, on one of the uppermost floors of the skyscraper building and was outside floating in the air.  It seemed to be night.  The guards now turned on the yellow searchlight beams to get me. (lol)  I noted their prison guard fences and barbed wire.  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.  But, I wasn’t worried I knew I’d be ok and find my way out.  I figured, the ‘beam’ was probably just another lie and not a real thing anyways.  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.  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..

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.

Three or four birthdays also seemed involved, with one being my own.

2018_07_06 ENDER’S GAME – I GET A HEADSET AND GO ONSTAGE TO PLAY WITH A TEAM

2018_07_06 ENDER’S GAME – I GET A HEADSET AND GO ONSTAGE TO PLAY WITH A TEAM

I had just left ‘Michelle Pfeiffer’s’ house and now I found myself at an outdoor competition event.

 Groups and Teams were being decided. 

It seemed an Ender’s game type game.  I walked by a guy who reminded me of Ken, a former youth pastor of mine.  He asked me, “Do you want to sign up for golf?”  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.  So, No, don’t sign me up.”  I continued to head toward the main indoor event.

As I walked towards the main event, I saw Gorik in his more Walt Disney disguise.   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.   He actually did want to talk with me, but he didn’t want it to look obvious that he did.  He approached me now and we walked together toward the main event.  He began to tell me how we view things differently, even ‘challenges.’  I asked him what he meant by ‘challenges’ and if he could define it.  He seemed a little annoyed I even asked.  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.”  Gorik replied, “You have ‘wants.’  I have ‘needs.’”  I then asked him, “What do you mean by ‘wants’ and ‘needs?’  And what do you mean by ‘me’ having ‘wants’ and you having ‘needs?’  What kinds of needs?  Can you define them?”  Gorik was very annoyed with me now.  He considered me stupid for even needing to ask about something so simple.

We then arrived at the main indoor event location.  Gorik wanted me with him, but he was awkward and embarrassed being seen with me in front of his co-workers and the crowd.  But, he continued to talk with me. I followed him over to the main event speaker table.   He sat down to my left and got busy with paper work.  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.  I felt rather awkward standing there and thought I overheard them speaking about me and the event, but I wasn’t sure.  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 . . .  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.

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.  It seemed like it was a role-play ‘space attack’ type game, for multiple players.  Something maybe more like a blend of Star Wars and Ender’s Game.   There were two teams with four to five players a team.

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.  I think it was #4.  I accepted the headset piece.  It reminded me of headphones only the ear area was hard plastic that jutted out sorta like ears themselves to put in my ears.  The headpiece was shiny white with some modernesk blue accents and an eye piece attached for viewing with the left eye.  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.  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.   For fun and amusement, I then put the headset on like a headband across my forehead as though a crown. 

Next, I went back downstairs and onto the stage and faced the crowds.  I didn’t know what I was supposed to do exactly but I knew I’d figure it out as we went along.  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.   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.  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.  I turned the headset around so it was properly over my left eye and the ear pieces seated inside my ears. 

I was now able to hear all the players through the earpieces… 

Then I woke up . . .

#EndersGame #advancedtechnology #multiplayergame #harrypotter #twinflame #shaman #dreamwalker #dreamwalkermagik

2017_07_31_JUL ‘SCRAM’ JET USAF WATCHES ME – 3 PASSES – INCL 1 VERT – 1 HOVER

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Question:  How to access my powers, through love, in Waking 3D Life on my (and everyones) Optimal temporal timeline?

Dream Emailed to SBA (Sphere Being Alliance - August 1, 2017  - 0027_Dreams-Vatican.pdf)

Michael Salla Connecting Article Post September 2017:

https://michaelsalla.com/2017/09/29/elon-musk-just-made-secret-space-program-disclosure-inevitable/

Note the similar dream jet drawing of mine to the image on Salla’s page. 

Recent Connecting YouTube video that was deleted soon after upload tonight by: thirdphaseofmoon

http://youtu.be/mA5_arjGOE4 (maybe it will be re-uploaded with a new link?)

I am uncertain of why it was deleted. Could be the launch info changed or it was ‘removed’ by ‘others.’  I took some notes and screenshots that connected with my dream.  There was expected to be a loud sonic boom over the LA area tonight around 7:21pm their time zone.  I don’t know if that will occur or not now.  But, it was said Elon Musk warned about it.

2017_07_31_JUL  ‘SCRAM’ JET USAF WATCHES ME – 3 PASSES – INCL 1 VERT – 1 HOVER

I was standing on the back deck of my home, overlooking the backyard.  I looked up and was watching a jet plane.  It was white with a thick orange stripe marking near, or on, the bottom of the plane.  It may have been two-tone – ¾ white and ¼ light orange.

It was set to fly over my yard.  At first it was way high up, moving very slow.  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 (Antarctica?).  It was a military jet with a few passengers on board.  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.  The jet couldn’t have been moving faster than 10 or 15 Miles Per Hour. 

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.  It felt to be a USAF (United States Air Force) jet.  I could feel there were around 15 to 20 passengers onboard spackled sparsely about.

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.  I estimated it was around 100 to 500 feet above the yard.  Then, it stopped and forward, going back the way it had just come flying backwards.  Oddly, it felt a passenger or one of the pilots forgot something and were going back to the shuttle launch bay again for it. 

Then, the jet turned around again and came back a third time with it’s front end heading towards me and the yard again.  They were still ‘pretending’ it was all normal and as if this jet was for ‘other’ things.  I could still hear them talking somehow on the radios or the Television news.  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.  Now the jet was coming extremely and appeared it was about to land on top of the yard fence-line.  I was a reasonably safe distance away as this jet came down.  I did not recall hearing any sounds.  Just as the jet back end was about to touch down on the fence-line, they engaged the jets.  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.   It also seemed to operate on different gravity principles.

Then, the jet began to go up like a rocket launching and only minor steam and water base vapors came out.  The jet went straight up and still extremely slow and controlled.  They were watching me and trying to act like this jet was just a ‘normal’ commercial airliner! (lol)  Then, the jet finally went back again the way they’d originally came.  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!

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.  When the jet hovered, I was reminded of my brother’s stories about how similar types of jets used to follow him  in his car and perform all sorts of different unnatural to standard jet maneuvers.

The article was both rectangular and square.  It was like looking at an old school black and white TV screen (1950’s?) and the black and white article.  But, it was just the ‘cover story’ for the real reason they were using it.

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.

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.

 

 #ElonMusk #SpaceXLaunch #MichaelSalla #SpaceLaunch #ShuttleLaunch #SpaceX  #Outerspace #SpaceShuttle #SpaceShipLaunch #USAF #UnitedStatesAirForce

2018_03_18_MAR 'SSP' GUYS and STORM I BREW

2018_03_18_MAR  'SSP' GUYS and STORM I BREW

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.  Actually, most seemed ok, but there were a handful of jerk troublemakers.  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.

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.   There was one guy in particular who was being a total jerk.  He was fairly handsome and used to having his way.  But, I was done with his type running the show.

I spoke very loudly and clearly to the crowd of people. My voice boomed out.  I was very pleased by this.  The bully guys wanted to shut me up.   My voice energies were a beautiful blue light verging on purple-blue.  As I spoke, I confounded the bullies and was now going to show my powers.  One of the male bullies ran at me and tried to attack me to force me to shut up and be quiet.  I simply used my magik to deflect him.  Another guy also tried to lung at me, who reminded me of Patrik.  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.  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.  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. 

I flew up into the air leaving the girls down below, as they continued to throw out false verbal accusations at me.  I then made a huge storm come in with very dark clouds and thunder and lightning, with my voice continuing to boom out.  They all looked, watched, and listened, some in fear.  I spoke loudly in my language and then in their language, as though to interpret for them.

I came back down to the ground and growl warned anyone who came near me to behave themselves and watch it!  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.  Some were very afraid.

I stayed the storm.

I said, “You see my magik abilities and powers now! I can do that and SO MUCH MORE!  I could do great damage and destruction to you all . . . do you know why I do not?   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.  Though I can use them for protective and preventative measures and to bend the will of other’s around my own.  That is to say, those who choose to interfere with my life, I may directly interfere with theirs because they have given me permission.  It matters not to me if they interfere with my life in Waking 3D Life or in soul-spirit realms.  It matters not to me the ‘where’.”

Some more Super Stealth Program guys tried to run at me again.  One felt like Ken, but was appearing as a younger version of himself, he was trying to shoot me.  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. 

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  shame on you for using a poor snake and his species in such a vile way!!!  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.

Now Gorik came up to me and was trying to bully me.  He was accusing me of being some kind of “kitten” or some type of “tiger” or some kind of “sex crazed animal.”  At first I spoke to him softly, he wasn’t listening.  I tried a second time softly, he still wasn’t listening.  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!  I am here to fix and change things and I already have!”  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.”  He kept trying and I walk-push shoved him away and back.  I then somewhat angrily energy wrapped him in a sphere and continued to speak my language.  He was starting to believe me some, though he was extremely arrogant still. He continued to be very close to me.  His energies now shifted through an array of other peoples’ energies I knew and that he reminded me of.  I told him he had to be himself now to speak with me.  I continued to display my powers to what was becoming a growing crowd of people.  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. 

The fear was dwindling and bullies were getting the message and starting to stop their bad behaviors.