Sunday, November 18, 2018



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



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.  



 (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. 

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.

Tuesday, October 30, 2018



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

Sunday, October 7, 2018


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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:

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 (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.


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

Saturday, September 15, 2018

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.

Tuesday, August 21, 2018


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Q:  What do I need to have shown to me?

I found myself on the second floor of the mall with Gorik, again appearing as my brother, along with some others.   I entered into a small convenience like store similar to the lil mom and pop one in Camino, CA.  I was looking down isles with a mini shopping cart I was placing candy into to buy.  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.  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.  One of the two guys directly with me was my ‘brother.’   We were there to meet someone, a contact,  at another location in the mall.  Gorik told me, “come on, hurry up, we have to go.”  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.  Habib, an Arab Indian man seemed to be the checker and I said to him, “I don’t want everything in my cart.”  I was in a hurry now and didn’t have time to do a credit card payment. 

Gorik didn’t want to wait any longer and went to the main mall section.

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,  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.  He rang up the sale and counted back to me my change, giving me silver coins and copper pennies in a stack.  I thanked him and he said he’d put away the other two items for me.  I thank him again and headed out to the main mall section on the second floor to find Gorik.

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.  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.  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?”  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.  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.  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.  He told me nope and was sort of thinking me a groupie for a moment because of that.

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.”  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.”  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?)  Duke spritzed one spray into my mouth.

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.  Duke again directed me toward the seating area, “Come with me.”  The ‘candy’ now began to take effect as we walked.  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.  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.  I could feel the sounds around us as being thicker. I was trippin’ and exclaimed softly, “Whoa . . .  that’s neato . . .” It was as though I was seeing things psychedelically only it was for ears and hearing.  The ‘spray candy’ had made sounds so thick I could almost see them.  It was very cool.  I seemed sort of intoxicated, only I was completely sober, but my state of mind was very different.  So much so, I had to lean on Duke to walk.  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.

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.  I was totally trippin’ out on the effects of the ‘candy’ and how I was experiencing sound, I sat down on Duke’s lap.  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.  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.  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.  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.  Yet, I was fully cognizant.  I was so amazed and even overwhelmed that it was like I was drunk too, but definitely not drunk either.

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.  Most people would get a spritz and then they’d hear the other person better and that was pretty much that.  I sat up again on Duke’s lap and the rest of our group came over now, including Gorik.  I slid off of Duke’s lap now and lay down on the cement bench seat with my head resting on the planter part.   Gorik asked, ‘What’s with her?” Duke replied, “I gave her the spray.”  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.

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.  Gorik and I now sat up and he introduced me to Alex.  But, I already knew Alex and we had already seen each other in the convenience store earlier.  I slipped my hand to be holding Alex’s hand between my leg and his.  We were all sitting so close to one another that we all were touching the person next to us.   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.  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.  We all held hands for a few minutes as we talked some more.  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. 

We all sat up again as Andrew approached now.  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.  Gorik and I both spoke some with Andrew.  Andrew then asked me about holding his hand too, which I didn’t, but everyone was cool with that.

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.  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. 

But upon waking, I could not recall what we’d talked about.


Friday, July 13, 2018




Directive: To be with my TF tonight.


I was at some very fancy, modernistic, futuristic, high tech building place.  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.  At first I was inside, it was a ‘party’ and “Grandpa’s.”  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.  Grandpa, seemed to be dying.  He was weak and on his death bed, but he still up and walking around. 

I was being bestowed some type of honor or recognition in ‘the group.’  ‘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.  It seemed they were announcing I was receiving some kind of award.  But, I was leery of everyone that worked here and suspect of the award. A young man who was my friend was with me.

I walked off by myself to the back bedroom that was mine and my parents quarters.  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.  It looked like I might have been able to fit in it, if I’d been about 10 to 15 pounds lighter.  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.  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  thinking how I always hated having to wear dresses just because I was a ‘girl.’  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.

My parents came into the room and my dad lay on the bed without a shirt on because it was hot.  My mom sat on the bed next to him.  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.

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.  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. 

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.  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.  Around windows they glowed a white-blue-teal color.  These went all over the entire barrel of the ship in a balanced asymmetric kind of way.  The ship was a prisoner vessel and carried thousands of people on it, maybe around 5 to 7 thousand or so.  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.    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.’  

I knew I had to get back inside the building and mom and dad too, but it felt they were only after me.  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!  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.  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.  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.  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.’

I was barely moving now and there also seemed a mild suction wind pulling me back.  It seemed ordinarily this beam paralyzed the victim and then they suck them up into the ship.  Only I was a bit tricky for them as I hadn’t done anything to give them any right to take me like that.  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.  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.  This just felt like a section trying to be numbed but unsuccessful.  I barely got myself inside the door and the door reclosed itself.

It seemed the laser beam could not penetrate through the glass and wall matrix structure of grandpa’s building.  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.

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.  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.  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.   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.

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.  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.  He seemed to be referring to my dream abilities.  He seemed to want the school marm to change her mind about killing me for body parts and instead use me for my genius.  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.  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.  I said, “I don’t want to be a donor of any kind, and especially not a ‘full body’ donor!”

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.   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. 

I decided to get into the water and help him.  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.  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.  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.   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.  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. 

I made my way around to the other end of the “C” waterway and climbed out the mini waterway wall side with the Spaniel.  I set him down on the ground and he continued to stay close.  I noticed a blue colored approximately 6 inch looking vacuum exhaust type hose.  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.  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.

I switched on the red ‘on’ button.

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.  On the deck stood around eight to ten high level white collar decision maker corporate suit men and women.  They had fruity type drinks in their hands and were discussing a project of some sort. These were top level-head employees.  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.  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.  I asked if they were ok and they were.  I said, “Wow, I hadn’t expected that!” (so much wind).  Then I went back inside and I or someone else turned off the red button switch and the winds stopped blowing on the group.

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.  The Spaniel went off somewhere else in the building now.  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.  I told him again, I did NOT want to be a donor!  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. 

My parents were walking behind us and my young male friend was walking next to me.  The MIB asked who was my father was or who was like my father.  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. 

We entered a room like a large atrium and made our way to the doors.  There was a fairly good size group of low level white collar workers gathered near the exit/entry doors.    The MIB/MIG  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!  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.  But, people were listening to me and looking.  “EVER HAVE A FAMILY MEMBER JUST SUDDENLY GET ILL FOR NO APPARENT REASON?  OR JUST SUDDENLY DOESN’T SEEM TO FEEL GOOD?  OR JUST SUDDENLY DISSAPEARS?”  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!”  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.  A handful of the younger thirties year old strong and healthy men grabbed the MIB/MIG guy and pulled him off of me. 

My friend and I quickly walked out the doors with my parents.  

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  took him off to the side of the building front doors.  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.  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.  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.      

The MIG/MIB guy had now likely been beaten to death.  My mom also had turned and looked some and said, “That is disgusting.”  I said, “Yeah, I know.  But he deserved it.”  She agreed with me, even as much as it disgusted her to do so. 

We all now had suitcases and were heading out to the parking lot.  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.  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.     

Then I woke up . . .


Saturday, July 7, 2018

2018_06_02_JUN_Artifical Intelligence Negotiations - 2018_06_03_JUN Cabal Revealing and Healing

2018_06_02_JUN_AI Want to Wipe My Memories

Q: Need to know coming up event


I was outside with some ‘group’ of people and it seemed two were after me to stop me from showing others the truth.  They were trying to convince me otherwise, to let them “wipe” me.  They wanted to wipe my memories clean and/or these events and messages I receive.

As they got near, I’d use my magik to stop them and would be laughing and bounding away.  I used my magik to also show and prove I was true and correct.

Some of my friends seemed to be there witnessing what I was testifying as being true.  I saw a big red ball (Amazon dream connect) and it also had to do with my black light Spider Web Energetic Portal Design artwork in the gallery.



I was now at a large speaking event of Gorik’s well known co-host from Earth Inc, named Andrew VanDeen.   It was ‘supposedly’ Andrew anyways.   I looked around at what used to be the Green Valley Christian Community Church I attended regularly in my youth.  

The fake Andrew knew that I knew he was the fake Andrew and that I was starting to speak out and tell some people.  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.’  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.  I could see his face was very weathered looking as he reached my standing position in the crowd.

I quietly said to him, “I know who you are. You’re not Andrew.”

The fake Andrew at first tried to convince me he was, “Oh, yes I am.”  I turned my head to look at him and said, “No, you’re not. You don’t even look like him.  Where is he? The real Andrew? What did you do with him?”  He tried again to deny he was fake.  I continued, “I know who you are and you’re not him.”  Finally the Artificial Intelligence (AI) Andrew relented and realized he was not fooling me.  But, the crowds still thought things like, ‘Wow, ‘Andrew’ likes and want to sit with Ari.’

AI Andrew was now offering me fame, fortune, and social acceptance (by him liking me) as one of the ‘click.’  I said, “I don’t care what you or anybody else thinks of me.  You’re not him and I’ll not pretend you are.  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.  To the crowds he made it look like a romantic  gesture, but he was trying to strong arm me.   I knew he wouldn’t do anything there and I wasn’t there to humiliate him either.  I continued to tell him my position in some fashion.  I was clenching my teeth as I spoke to him, somehow that seemed to make our conversation private,  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.  I want my friend back. You can never be him, but I love you too.”   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.  I said, “If I had wanted to do that don’t you think I would have done something more public by now?  Don’t you think I could have done that a long time ago with all the information that I have?”  He realized a truth.  I was correct and he released me from his grip; but still wanted to find a way to coerce me.

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.  One seemed a CEO of Earth Inc TV.  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.  

I turned to face AI Andrew again and indicated I was done now and began to walk away.  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.”  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.  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.”  

AI Andrew grinned and indicated the real Andrew was alive.  I said, “What, is he stuffed in some back recess of your mind?”  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.  I said, “You are gonna have to bring him back.  That’s his form you know that you’re animating and it does not belong to you.”  I realized AI Andrew could have also been using an alternate but similar form, he was sort of zombie-like.  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.

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.  But, they thought maybe later.  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.  I sat in my seat momentarily.


Then, it was time to get up and go to another event location.  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.  She continued to tell me how he’d promised he liked her and now he didn’t.  She was extremely unhappy about this. She seemed a bit of a mild snob-girl to me.  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.  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.  The little sisters didn’t seem to be aware enough to understand or know yet about what had been done to them.  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.

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.  But, money, social stature, and social acceptance meant a lot to him, so he largely did nothing.   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.’  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.


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.

Inside the large conference room was a large “C” style table, but squared up corners.  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”.  The “human” side was near the doors I’d entered.  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.  I also told her the real Andrew would never do that.  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.  I told them, “No, that is not the way.  They need love just as much as anybody else. You. Me. Anyone.  They need and deserve it too.” Most of the human in the room understood and agreed.

AI Andrew came over to me now in the conference room and started playing again like he was the real Andrew.  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?.

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.  One seemed to be the CEO of Earth Inc TV.  The main AI’s seemed to also have various humans seated between who seemed likely to be controlled by them.  There were approximately twenty AI beings present that were controllers or moderators.

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.  I went over to him and stopped him physically least he mess things up.  I said, “No, that is not the way.  I understand that you are angry, but these beings/species need love just as much as you or I.  Give them love to heal, fix, and change things.  Do not do fighting.  Fighting will only beget fighting.”   Shaving cream somehow seemed involved and I finally calmed down this ‘redneck’ guy and got him off the AI Andrew.  The redneck was still very unhappy and grumbly wanting to fight.  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.  Keep up the good work.”  He had been very upset hearing the blond girls story and he seemed to like her romantically and wanted to defend her.

Ai Andrew now went and sat down at the conference table.   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.  I took up a seat on the human side, sat down, and began to speak very loudly and clearly. 

I seemed to be an ambassador for both the AI species and human species.

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.  The AI saw I could offer them what they needed.   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.

I continued to speak on  how we are to share love with the AI.  The AI weren’t entirely convinced I could or knew how to do that.  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.  They were starting to believe me. 

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.

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.  I continued it was not about ousting them, but loving them too.  The AI were very ‘pleased’ to hear this.  I reassured them I could and would (and already did) give them the code of love.

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?”  They did! (lol) I told them I could do this because of heart, because of love.  The CEO-like one of Earth TV really seemed ‘desirous’ to have this be so again.  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.  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.

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.   The humans were wanting to help more now too; but I still had much to teach them. 

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.”

The message was and had gotten through.  I was delighted.

I concluded my speech and headed back out of the room.  The blond gal followed me out.  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.”  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.  I said, “He’s calling for you, you know.”  She realized it then too and I told her to go back and talk to the guy. She did.



Then, I was back at my dad’s former car dealership second location at the smaller new car lot near the main service entrance.   I need to get on my motorcycle and head out before the blockers were put up.   I got on and headed out.

The AI seemed like they were following me . . . to get me . . . but more like ‘catch up’ first, to catch me .  There were two, one may have been Robert from The Game Changer Network.


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.  The positive Draco seemed involved somehow.


2018_06_03_JUN  3 Wave Levels of Cabal I make Visible

I slept holding a Cintamani stone to my 3rd eye, along with holding a dark blue-blackish piece of tektite meteorite semi-heart shaped in my hand . . .


I was going around again using my magik to prove-show things.  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.   The pictures on the walls seemed to be shadow boxes, like my Spider Web artwork.  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.  It also had to do with antique prints and like I was a coach for Gorik.


I found myself again in a large church, even Warehouse like.  Two groups wanted to fight.  Those on stage, Gorik and his Showmen crew were preparing to fight the ‘cabal’ crew.  I said, “No, that’s not the way.”  They didn’t believe me that much about fighting not being the way. They continue to prepare.  I watch them for a minute on stage and knowing the ‘others’ (cabal) were coming. 

I was prepared.

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.  She was very good and she moved back to being in front of me.  She reminded me of a new attractive lesbian friend of mine and I said to her, “Wow, you are really good.” She smiled.  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.  I had on no socks. My feet were sweaty and hot inside my shoes and possibly stinky-no-sock-feet action going on.   She was rubbing my feet in a predominantly loving way mixed with mild romantic desire.  She was there to support me and was energetically telling me she loved me and that I could do what was coming up next.  She was encouraging me to believe in myself, like she believed in me.  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.”  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.

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.  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.

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.  I spoke up telling them, “No. Magik is not to be used this way.  I will show you how to use it correctly.  It’s love.”

I then flew up into the air.  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.  They now become visible, like ghosts or ghouls as they shimmer into view.  They looked very goth-zombie. One was wearing an English top hat.  Many of them were tall and skinny-like men.  They shimmer into view fully now no longer being able to hide in their cloaks of darkness.  The church group wanted to fight.  I again told them, “No. Give them love and light! They need this.”

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.  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.  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?”  His whole demeanor had changed from the hug and he wanted to work together with the church group now, but he was still hungry.  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.  I asked, “How do you feel now? Full right?”  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.  

I watched now as some of the ‘Showmen’ side started to apply this method too.  I was pleased.

There were many of us in this church like setting where the ‘battle’ was to commence.  It reminded me of the final Harry Potter battle scene and ‘Belatrix’ seemed to be there too.   She was ‘peanuts’ to me and only a small player in the game and easily handleable by the others.  My role was to infuse the ‘big boys’ with the love and light they needed when the time arrived.  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.  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.  We’d succeeded in showing all these lower level cabal guys a better way.

This first wave was the more ‘Earth’ based level.

There was now a brief negotiation with someone at a table like the AI conference room set near a stairwell.  It seemed to have to do with the crooked boat dealers dream.

I rose up again and even more strongly spoke my language and revealed the second layer of those hiding invisible in the room.  They now shimmered into view.  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.  I continued to run and fly around sending light to and into this second level group.  One appeared more vampire/wrath-like with red eyes.  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. 

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.  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.

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.  He wanted the light too.  I infused him with it through his hands, he received it fairly easily and quickly.  He was now more ‘flowery’ and loving eye looking now.  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.

I ran back into the main church area, that was also like a warehouse with a vaulted ceiling and dark grey rafters.  All of the stage lighting was up there too. 

The Showmen thought we were done again and that we’d gotten all the levels.   But, we weren’t done yet.  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.

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.

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.  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.  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.  He trusted me, knew, and fully understood.  We passionately lip-kissed once, then I had to go back up to the front stage area.

I began to conjure-summon the lead reptile the rest of the way into the building.

I now boomed out my loudest yet in my language to call him forth and make him visible.  He was a very high level controller and he now appeared visible to the others in the room.  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.   He had two extremely tall MIB’s (Men In Black) with him.  I manifested the energies to make him fully visible and corporeal now.  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.

He landed.

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.  The Soro’s-like being was licking his lips and almost salivating at the opportunity to ‘have me.’  He sort of reminded me of the gross looking old neighbor in the Bart Simpson cartoon shows, minus the crazy hook nose.  He was the ‘biggest’ player of them all of the cabal ‘bad guys’ and he was the controller of this ‘sect’ of sector. 

He was mine to handle, heal, and fix-change.

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.  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.  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!  I now hugged him as though a small innocent child and was wrapped around him in an “X” like pattern.  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.  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.

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.

His now equally as old wife came over to where we were.  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  . . . uh . .  play thing . . .I’ll be right with you dear.” to his wife.  She wasn’t picking up or noticing the shift-change in him regarding me.  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.

He was still extremely desirous of me and but not wanting to do all the horrible things to me any more.  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.  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.’ 

He was now willing to let me go.  I also felt it was time. I released him and floated back down to the floor. 

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.  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.  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.  He didn’t think I’d touch him there or that I’d deem it bad or sinful or shameful.  I did not, he needed to learn to appropriately use those energies.

The song intensified even more and I spoke my language as he was fully and directly in front of me now.  I continued to infuse him with the light in the way he needed to receive it.  He was beginning to feel some ecstasy now. He hadn’t thought I could or would do that.  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.  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.  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. 

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.  We had an understanding. He knew he could come to me again when needed and we’d continue the healing process.  I was not so sure he was ready just yet to join us, but close.  He still needed to go off and integrate the love and light energies he’d just received and experienced.  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. 

Now there was peace amongst everyone in church ‘house’ and everyone was getting along. No fighting.

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