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_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.

2018_04_27_APR Time Portal Travel - President

April 27, 2018

8:47pm

Main Q: Show me what I most need to know right now and (Secondary) may need to publically share

12:05pm

I was in the kitchen in my home looking at my toes.  Each one was bandage wrapped with white tape.  I gently lifted the bandage tape from my right middle toe and the toenail almost came off.  I had jammed it sometime prior and half was black and blue.  I quickly put the bandage wrap back down to let it continue to heal.

I found myself planning to have a movie non-date date night with some guy.  We were going to watch old mysteries, that vibed of being 50’s type shows.  It was to remember . . . .

Prior this non-date, movie date night . . .

I was in another place.  Another time. People were after me to kill me.  I had secret service men helping me to escape.  I didn’t fully know why or understand at first what was really going on.  One of the secret service men had a slight Dan Aykroid look, only younger, different, more handsome, and in his early 40’s. 

We were in some kind of place filled with tubes.  Tubes for portalling to other places, times, and locations. Dan grabbed my right hand, while the other secret service guy brought up the rear. We had cabal style leaders coming after us with death threats!  Dan quickly said to me, “Except for you! Come with me!”  I still didn’t fully understand.  I knew we had to get out of there right away and it was urgent!  We began to run.  I knew I was being extra special protected for some reason. 

The cabal group sent to kill me was close in tow, though just out of visual range. They wanted to slaughter me with the rest of the prisoners Auschwitz style in their gun-fire lineup.  I ran with Dan as he kept on saying to me, “Come with me Sir.  This way Sir. Over here Sir.” it seemed we were inside a type of Tron video game style world.  We ran into and through a flat circular 2D portal entry that then funneled us into the 3-dimensional tube.  We came out at our next destination.  All the portal realms seemed black with dark almost black purples.  It was hard to see anything beyond the 10 to 20 feet immediately around us.  It was inky black. But, the purple gently glowed and lit up the realm to see just enough in front of and around ourselves to run at a brisk pace.

We entered another time travel tube portals realm with what may have had a catwalk overlook.  We ran onto it. I could more feel than see all the time travel tubes criss-crossing and zig-zagging around. The space was semi-large, as if in a warehouse building.  There must have been at least 20 time portal tubes.  We stopped on the overlook and began to throw some type of energy matter like ping-pong balls back and forth with the cabal followers for a few minutes in order to protect ourselves.  They wanted to capture me and force me to take a magik potion of some type to make me forget the secret service guy I was running with and why I was running in the first place.  They wanted me in a drugged up stupor so they could control me. 

We began to run again as quickly as we could, yet I was not winded and now Dan very intensely stated, “Except for you . . .” He’d been directing other secret service men where to go from the overlook, “. . .Mr. President . . .” (like I was Trump or something) “come this way with me  . . . and don’t screw this up.” The other secret service men ran different directions towards an array of different tubes.

Dan and I ran and entered a separate time portal tube together from the messed up future timeline.  I felt my body again flatten into a 2D silhouette shape and then sort of suck-bend into the portal as we entered and went through it. Inside the tube my energetic form stretched and bent with the tube flow. I felt like a 2-dimensional silhouette person going down a water park slide on a raft.

We popped out into another major time portal tube access location.  My form finished bending and stretching as it exited the tube and re-organized back into my traditional 3D seemingly solid matter state as I popped out.  Dan’s form did the same.   The time portal access places gently reminded me of airports and train stations, only no people and still inky blackness. I looked again and now we’d multiplied into there being four of us.  We’d somehow divided even further into being more people from within the tube. The four of us began to run up stairs together.  Dan and I now seemed to be one, but still two separate people. The other two with us were like inky black and purple versions of human forms and they also seemed to be partially me.  They were female twins that stood slightly taller than myself and were approaching the 6 foot mark. They were inky, blob like, yet also human form, but not fully formed humans. Their forms were more gelatinous or like the thick black inkiness of the time portal access realms along with being made up of the same dark purple glowing accents.  They were solid, but more like semi-liquid silver solder when melted and flowing on stained glass fluxed foil. With features not fully formed or developed.  They seemed to be cousins or aunts, but ultimately twin decoys.  They had less consciousness and were more like ‘space fillers’ than whole and actual beings. This was by design to trick those running after us into thinking they were us due to my partial energies animating them and instead they’d follow ‘the sister.’  

Dan was still holding my hand as we ran up the stairs with the two sisters now also running between us.

There was neon green glow-in-the-dark tape lining the stairs that felt to be the same advanced conscious nano-technology that healed me in another dream where parts of me had somehow been blown off and skin chunks were missing.  I now felt the nano-tech again on me, first on one of my right hand’s fingers, then a larger constituency on my right ribcage area.  It felt very warm, inviting, comforting . . . and . . . I remembered.

Dan let go of my hand and ushered me to run now in front of him as he directed the twins into another time portal tube. The sisters were a ‘glitch’ in the matrix. 

Dan was now planning to take another tube in order to further distract and confound the cabal stalkers.  He directed me into yet another flat circular 2D entrance portal to a 3D slide tube. This entry was like the others and also had a yellow-gold 2D trim indicator circle ring that ran around the lip of the entire opening, as though lined with gold leaf approximately three inches in width and that ran around the entire circle, like a ribbon, where the portal opened. The portal itself seemed closer to eight or ten feet in diameter.

As I ran through the portal and did the 2D suction and bends again, I realized I was somehow this world’s President-to-be and somehow their final hope.  I had to succeed with my mission and to ‘remember’ who I was at just the right moment. . .

The tube took me to what was my distant past. I was in a time I thought of as the 1950’s era, antiquated, outdated, quaint, severely lacking in technology . . . I was in . . . today . . .

I was inside ‘my house’ and inside my master bedroom planning a non-date movie date night with my male friend.  I wasn’t sure if we were dating or only friends.  We spoke on the phone and planned to watch a lot of ‘old’ movies together. . . to remember . . . some felt to be shows like the Bates Motel and other Alfred Hitchcock films, while others felt to be shows like Invasion of the Body Snatchers.  I didn’t want to watch these shows alone, so I invited my guy friend to join me and he said, “sure.”  

My non-date date arrived.  It was time to make the popcorn that we’d sit and eat together in bed while watching these old horror shows together . . .

. . . to remember . . . 

. . . and maybe . . . just maybe . . . if things went well during the non-date, date night  . . . maybe we’d be more than just friends . . . as we . . . remembered . . .




#Trump #timetravel #portals #Timeportals #twinflame #love #government #cabal #dreamwalker #dreamshaman #dreaminterpretation #ssp #secretspaceprogram #harrypotter #startrek #dclegendsoftomorrow #magik 

2018_01_04_JAN Dark Entity - Extraction, Adding Light, Reintegration

Another FB post I am now publicly sharing.

Lesson 1.4: Extraction, Adding Light, Reintegration

2018_01_04_JAN Dark Entity - Extraction, Adding Light, Reintegration 

I found myself with a small group of about a dozen people in what felt like a cozy home based church-group meeting. The group sat in a loose circle on the floor as if around a campfire. The pastor, Ken, appeared as a 35 year old male with light golden honey brown color hair. My friend, Ginger, was sitting next to me on the floor to my left when Ken approached her. He reached out and grabbed her thumb on her left hand. She didn’t really want him to do that, but it was more important to her to be polite and so she let him. Ken began to say a prayer of some sort and Ginger and I were like, ‘Whatever . . . . Christians’ . . . lol!

Ken then felt guided of the Holy Spirit to pull, and pull, and pull, on Gingers thumb, to extract an evil spirit from her. Her arm was now being wretched forward and elongated some in the process and she quickly became very freaked and looked wide-eyed like a deer in the headlights. She began to try to pull away out of his grip, but the pastor held on tight. I intervened verbally and said, “She does not like that . . . Let her go.” Ken continued to keep pulling. He was pulling very firm and also gentle too at the same time, reminding me of a chiropractor trying to put a bone back in the socket. Ken now began to turn-rotate her arm and said, “I’m trying to turn her arm to see if I can get into place. I felt guided to try something.” My friend was incredibly freaked out now, so I physically intervened this time and gently touched the top of Ken’s hands and firmly made him stop and break away. I calmly said, “That’s not the way.” I knew now what was coming next . . . because he had now conjure-called for the entity to come up and out.

Ken moved to stand behind me and to my left. Ginger stood up and also moved behind me and just in front of the pastor. The black entity was coming up now to get out and have revenge on the pastor for ‘hurt-pulling’ on her (Ginger’s) arm. As the entity came to the foreground Ginger’s consciousness she began acting like Golem from Lord of the Rings and was threatening the pastor in that ‘my precious’ Golem sort of way. I stood up now and went and stood between she and the pastor.

I looked down at my hands and fingers. My fingers curled up like long wizard fingers from an equally elongated palm with smooth skin. The tips of my fingers and finger nails had a very pointy look, reminiscent to Enetka’s hands for the DreamWalker Magik series. Ginger was now muttering and saying all kind of weird words and hunkering down threatening to attack Ken. I boomed out clearly now in my sacred tongue and language saying words like “carunesh” and so on and so forth and ‘wrote’ over the top of this ‘creature’ and it’s language. I then ordered it, “Out Now,” like in my 2 shadow beings I converted into a tent dream. I continued speaking and sucked the black essence out with my palms and then into my right palm.

It was a black sphere of light based matter and perfectly spherical. It seemed to hover just above touching my palm. I made a claw-like bone cage around it by placing my left hand above it, also in a cupped shape with very taunt muscles. I continued to speak to the black essence comforting and reassuring it as though speaking to a scared mouse. As I continued speaking both ‘to’ and ‘at’ it I was simultaneously reassuring it I would not harm it, but help it. I spoke from my belly (gut) essence to its essence. Ginger’s physical form was standing in stasis behind me as Ken looked on to learn. I continued to speak deeply, clearly, and firmly. Now the black energy sphere knew it was time and was ready for the next phase. I continued to speak and white light sparkles entered into the dark creatures spherical form prepping it for the real work and the full transition. It lit and sparkled in about 15 to 30 different spots, like small starlight. I initially kept the light quantity to no more than 30. This was to protect the creature form from being overwhelmed with too much light all at once. I had however, given it the optimal (maximum) amount of light it could handle.

The black creature now gave me its nod of approval that it was ready for the next phase.

I removed my left hand from above the top of the black energy creature and was now cupping it with both hands under it. I began to gently blow on it the Breath of Life. The black energy began to softly glow black-blue and then began to flower out making me think of a Lotus flower, but only having the base-protector type leaf petals. The center was still the black sphere and it was attached to the flower type walls now and had around 11 black and extremely thick leaf-petals running around the circumference of its base that came about 1/3 of the sphere. The petals were extremely thick and even pyramidal in shape and reminded me more of an Aloe Vera Succulent plant. I continued to blow on it, focusing on a individual petals. One of the thick petals began to light up sunny yellow, another thick petal green, then a subtle glowing shade of purple lit the rest of the black-blue petal areas. I smiled, the creature was starting to feel joy. I took another deep inhale and exhaled further on the black creature form and it now lit up orangish, this time the glow included the central sphere. It glowed a semi-vibrant dark subtle shade of orange and then settled into a burnt umber color with a subtle orange glow. It largely still appeared black all the way around, the colors were very dark yet.

We both knew it was now time for the next phase.

I bent my knees and went into a gentle squat position as I lowered my hands like a catapult with the black lotus-like energy matter resting gently on top of my right palm and then gave a lift-launch up and released the matter off my hands. It went up above all our heads, spread out like a thin sheet, stopped, and hovered above our heads around 8 to 10 feet above the floor. It formed itself into a squarish mist-like cloud that reminded me of the chemtrail blankets we get sprayed with. I waited a few moments longer, letting it sort of take a rest for a moment. Then, I raised up my arms into the air in what looked like a wide receiving hug formation and called back the dark matter energy to me. This time I treated it as though my wayward son in need of a long overdue and much needed fatherly hug and my fatherly love. The black mist then coalesced and came down and entered into my form as though in a funnel being vacuum sucked inside of me. It entered through my hands and what felt to also be the top of my head. I took it into my own essence and I cleansed it even further from within my own form.

I looked around and spotted Ginger now laying down on the floor. I knew I must return her energy back to her form. I moved to stand by her side and placed my hands palm-face-down toward her body and chest area. I was now speaking in a much softer language of mine now, almost a whisper, as I released the dark energy matter back into her form. It came out through the palms of my hands and re-entered her form. It still looked very black, but this was indeed the optimal amount of cleanse she could safely handle and tolerate. I thought felt to myself, ‘So it shall be done, has been done, is done, and always shall be done.’ This seated the cleanse in all timelines, all dimensions, and versions of herself.

Ginger stood up, blinked a few times, and looked around at the world as if seeing it for the first time. But, not like she’d never seen the world. She was now seeing into other dimensions, or rather densities, for the first time. She was now seeing ‘matter’ and energies she had not noticed before and she was in awe of all the glory, beauty, and spender of the new found colors she could see, feel, touch (in essence) and now interact with.

Ken looked on wondering how I’d done it. I knew in time I could teach him this too. So long as he remained open minded and willing he could and would learn anything he was ready to learn and I could and would be able to teach him.

Then, I realized I needed to wake and write all of this.

I thought I was awake and was looking around on the now brown “L” shaped sofa that was there for my current journal to write in. Ken had since sat in my spot and pulled out a really old journal of mine (like my 1st one from 2006 with the dream likely related to Nibiru) and said “is this it?” I was very unhappy by this point and very flustered and I glared at him like, ‘please common sense here! I need one not written in!’ I then seemed to roll my eyes at him. I was now finding about a dozen other dream journal I’d already written in. All of them on the sofa and sort of in the cracks and I was just throwing them randomly at Ken and Ginger, not meaning to hit them, but just to get them out of the way. I was worried I might not recall my dream. I was getting more flustered and started to say “damn” A LOT (which is highly unusual for me to cuss, but rather entertaining to read it.) like “Where is the damn thing!?” and “Why isn’t the damn thing here!?” and “I know I left the damn thing here where is the damn thing!?” I prob did this about eight or nine times, in a variety of sentence structures.

The pastor decided to ask me some questions about the cleanse and I grumbled to him, “I don’t usually talk until AFTER I have written my dream experience (due to recall) and I gave him a glaring look of ‘you idiot.’ But, I really wasn’t mad and didn’t mean to be rude. I was mostly doing it because I didn’t want to hear him or anyone else act like I was ‘stupid’ or an ‘idiot’ for not knowing where I’d put my journal in the first place. So if I got angry and upset about it first, it would avert the others from treating me like I messed up in their eyes, because I was already mad about it so they wouldn’t have to get mad at me because I was already mad and frustrated about ‘messing up.’ So no one said anything to me about not finding my journal and they didn’t ask me any more questions. Lol

I finally found my journal and seemed I wrote the experience in it and then realized my daughter had also been there watching, observing, and learning too the whole time. I made my way over to her all smiles again having successfully recorded my dream and held hands with my her and began encouraging her that she too could do these things.

I then thought I woke again and heard my sister-in-law call my brother’s name twice and realized I was still asleep.

Then, I actually did wake up and I listened intently to see if I could hear her calling my brother in actual Waking 3D Life. I did not.

I then documented this dream and finished recording around 11:07am

2018_01_22_JAN Greatest Showmen

I have been working extensively in the soul-spirit (dream) realms with a particular group for their protection and awakening. (#shaman) When I began my journey in 2006 I had no idea it would lead me where I am today.  Over the course of time, I will continue to share of my dream experiences and the many Waking 3D Life connections I have seen.

So stay tuned for many, many more, very exciting, and magical adventures.  

What I do in dreams realms . . . you can do too . . . it’s simply a matter of love, truth, and desire. . . if you have those 3 things in order, much can be accomplished . . . .

2018_01_22_JAN Greatest Showmen (22 Jan 2018)

Question 2:

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

@6:46 AM

I was at some type of event.  It was a live performance show event for Gorik, set up like a circus show. The audience was divided from the performers by an invisible curtain sheen, the purpose of the sheen was two-fold: keep the people in the audience from directly interacting with the actors and to keep the sense of division where the actors were intentionally leading the people to believe they were better than them and knew more, when in actuality they knew less than the people in the audience.  But, they were “showmen” and wanting to keep their illusions.  The people were unwitting giving their consent and power away by being lead to believe they were not as good as the actors up front and that they had to go to the event to ‘see magik’ and ‘powers’ and were being lead to believe these ‘showmen’ actually had real magikal abilities, but they only had and used sleight of hand along with stage setup to give the illusion of magik.  

Gorik and the Earth INC Media group of guys had organized this very big show to be broadcast all over the world via major Television networks as part of the plan to show the world the ‘great re-entry’ of Enoch now incarnate as Gorik.   

I sat in the audience crowd with my parents and daughter quietly observing them.

Their show was about to begin.

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I will share multiple dream connections with this update and that I shared with SBA via email prior this update.

A very tall Black Maya man was announcing the start of the show in a very big circus-showman-style way to hype up the audience of what they had planned next.  I also noted on stage the very tall half human – half giant with blond hair.  

I went down to the sidelines of the stage area nearer the half-giant.  The stage area also reminded me a of a small scale grassy football field.  A whole group of circus performers entered onto the stage area. The giant began answering my questions from a blog post regarding how giants and humans ‘bred’ per say and for a human to give birth safely.  He was indicating he was the evidence they had been successful and that it did work.  He next told me about what it’s like for him walking around in 3D amongst the humans and being so tall.  His ego liked that the humans viewed him as a ‘god’ and as being knowledgeable simply because he was tall.   I was not impressed, though I was fascinated by his height.  I seemed to only come up to his knee caps with my head.   He was very slim and trim, but not skinny.  I mused in 3D he could always pretend he was a human walking around on stilts like an old family friend used to do. But, I could tell he was a real half-giant made of flesh and bones and not a human on stilts.

I decided I better go back up to the audience seating area as the show was about to begin.  I located my family in the audience seating and made my way back to my seat. The audience area was set up more like a Disney studio with live audience seating.  My parents both knew the truth.  I had more magik than any of these showmen, Mom especially was aware of this.  Dad was still deciding if he fully believed me or not and if I really had magical abilities. But, he trusted me over the showmen. I arrived at my seat and sat next my daughter Lexi.

The Maya announcer felt to be the off-world being named Tearance energetically.  He was narrating as though telling a story and saying how he was talking with somebody right now about how great the show was going to be and how he and the aliens were speaking with someone . . . it was . . . Enoch . . .  

I knew why . . . they were preparing the world for the big announcement to present my Twin Flame Gorik as the next ‘non-savior’ savior.  I was very unhappy about this.

A few animal trainers with a variety of unusual animals entered the stage and began leading the animals around in a single file line.  The animal parade was to further hype up the crowds on how great their show was by ‘wowing’ them with these very odd and unusual non-Earth type creatures. This would then lead into the big sha-bang announcement of presenting Gorik, as Enoch.  

I decided it was time to test my magical abilities, to ensure they would penetrate through their divisive curtain veil of lie codes.

I chose a cat-like creature to test on.  I decided to attempt petting its nose hairs with my magik through the veil. I focused my heart intention and mildly moved my fingers, remaining seated in my audience seat and I saw the creatures fur move upward on its nose.  I was successful.

However, I still wanted to test further to ensure I had indeed rubbed the nose hairs up and that it wasn’t just part of the animal’s show to move its nose hairs up like that.

Another trainer now entered the arena who looked like Hugh Jackman from the Greatest Showman film.  He was very tall and was leading out onto stage in a single file line about a dozen creatures that were tall like camels, but definitely not camels. They were very big creatures built more like a cross between a llama, with the llama fur, and thick barreled bodies like a horse with a very slight ridge on their backs.   

I motioned my finger at the creature leading the line and made him break his formation. He began to turn and walk in the other direction.  The trainer thought it was an animal mistake and said to the creature, “Hey, what are you doing? Get back in formation. You’re supposed to be going the other direction.” and he began to work on getting the creature back in line again. This animal seemed to be the most intelligent of the dozen and was why he’d been chosen to lead the others.

Dad leaned over to me across Lexie and asked, “What are you doing?” I said, “They are never gonna believe me unless I prove to them I have magik in a way they cannot deny.”  Dad replied “By ruining their show?.” I said, “No . . . by saving it . . .”

The Hugh Jackman trainer now had the tall brown creature back in its spot, so it simply looked like an animal mistake.  

I began to test further and motioned my left index finger in a counter-clockwise spin and the animal broke formation again, he began walking in a tight counter-clockwise circle as if chasing his tail (even though he didn’t have more than a bob tail there).  The trainer was again perplexed and said to the creature, “What are you doing?” and tried again to get “Rudy” back into formation and succeeded in getting the creature back into formation the second time.

I then motioned my fingers even more and made the animal turn in circles, again, and again, and again. Since the first two times could still be deemed animal failure I began to turned my finger even faster and the animal began spinning like a top or as if in the wash machine on the spin cycle.  He was spinning so fast he was a motion-blur to everyone’s eyes, definitely not something possible for the creature to do of his own accord or by ‘mistake.’ I spun and spun the creature around 40 to 50 times (he was not harmed in any way as my magik also protected him).  The crowds noticed something was going on and the showman also became aware that ‘someone’ had performed real magik.  He didn’t know who. He was trying to ‘save face’ now and keep the show moving forward as if nothing happened. After all, they still had the big ‘Enoch’ entrance planned and were working up to their big sha-bang moment.  

I stopped the animal from spinning.  The trainer now got the lead animal and close following animals (clones?) back into formation to finish parading them around, according to the plan.

Enoch was set to enter soon from the same off-stage location the animals had entered from.

Now the announcer began to present info that coincided with my emails to SBA regarding my 500+ dreams where I’d seen one to five daily affirmations from Gorik via public postings that coincided exactly with something within the dream group I’d already shared, including the Vatican break away group.  The announcer began to narrate the story, like my dream story info shared, “The aliens were talking about someone named Enoch…” then he began to speak words sounding to be from some ancient Gaelic scroll texts that were supposed to be magikal words containing power, but he only spoke them from head knowledge devoid of heart and passion, which simply rendered them just as inert as the rest of their ‘magic’ show.

Gorik made his BIG entrance and walked out on stage like a god for the crowds to praise and adore him as worshipping ‘fans.’  I was disgusted. The special effects showman now brought up the fake winds to give the illusion of magik (they did this because I had shared about the winds that came up for me in the prophesy dream that belonged to me) and sprinkled fake rains to say ‘the gods saw Enoch and smiled down upon him.’ The rain were also symbolic to the Adrian Monsoon christening I witnessed from another dream.  The showmen’s stage story was that there had been drought in the lands and now that the chosen one, Enoch, was there the rains came.

They began to try to release the rains fully now from the ceiling rain-misters and piping, instead nothing happened because I motioned my fingers and plugged up all the spray spouts.  The showmen were all looking up again perplexed about yet another thing not going according to their plans and thinking this must just be another mal-function. I motioned with my hand and let the rain-mists descend normally. I noticed the showmen giving visible “whews” that it was working again.  They started to also present Enoch as if he may have also been Noah and Moses.  They spoke about Moses being like a savior leading the people to freedom and then of Noah and the deluge.  They were planning a big visual with the deluge with a staged flood, to make Gorik look even more god-like to the people.

The main announcer now vibed of being Robert Jackalonie, a well-known announcer for the “Game Changes but the Destination Remains the Same” slogan Radio show (I met and spoke with him in another dream and months later met him in Waking 3D Life).  They were getting ready now to literal release TONS of water,  giving the fans the illusion they were gods with magik that could actually call forth real rains.  

Their veil of clear lies, separation, and deception continued to remain in place and I continued to perform magik through it as though not there.

The showmen were still telling themselves all these things were just glitches or that someone from their own ranks (on their side of the veil) had performed the magik and they’d resolve who it was later.

The special effects guy, Patrick Trillion, stood at a sound looking type booth under a lower roof overhang area and pushed the button to release the flood rains . . . and again  . . . nothing happened . . . because I’d plugged up the spray spouts again with barely noticeable finger and hand motions. Around a dozen showmen came out the stage and stood directly under the area where the flood waters were supposed to pour out from above and were looking up at the spouts.  

They were completely perplexed why the flood waters were not being released and still trying to make people believe that Gorik had powers to call forth the rains . . . So, I continued to hold them back. . .

To save face, the showmen began to tell the story as if the Rain-Maker had to first dance and pray to call forth the rains.  I continued to hold back the waters.  

The flood waters above their heads had been building up inside the clear force-shield I had put in place and the force-field was getting very full now.  I estimated there be even around 1,000 gallons of the clean clear blue water being held above their heads and inside the field.  The showmen continued looking up at the ceiling and the waters, highly perplexed and asking yet again amongst themselves, “What is going on?! Why isn’t the water dropping right!?”

They were becoming extremely frustrated and some were saying, “Aw come on now!” and “What’s going on with all these systems.” I looked over at Patrick in the shadows, the semi-famous film-maker within the metaphysical and spiritual communities as aired on Earth INC Media TV or Earth TV, he seemed to be amuzed.  The showmen were getting even more frustrated and saying, “Come on RAIN ALREADY.” To which I replied, “You want it?” You got it…”

And I flick turned over my right hand from being palm up to being palm down . . . and the thousands of gallons of water dumped out . . . directly onto their heads. . .They reminded of the kids who got slimed in the old Nickelodeon Gack “You Got Slimed” scenes.  They were all completely stunned . . . and drenched!  Things had NOT gone according to plan!  They all lookedvery foolish now and like ‘gods’ without magic.

Dad leaned over to me again and said, “Are you sure about this?” I said, “Yes, Absolutely. They need to see my magik to fully believe me.”  

They were still trying to blame it all on ‘malfunctions.’  I wasn’t even close to done yet . . .

I stood up from my background audience seat and walked down to where their veil of lies curtain was.  I placed the palm of my right hand on it to test that I could pass my hand and palm through the ‘codes.’ My hand passed through. Then, I tested with my left hand, it also passed through. My arms were through the curtain veil up to my forearms now.  I waved my forearms around to ensure I could pass through this veil too by rearranging my atoms, like I do with walls and the like when I pass through them and to an outsider seemingly am one with them momentarily.   

The performing announcer, Robert, noticed my hands through the veil right away.

I decided to pass through the curtain using my hands and a phase shift instead.  Since this was a veil of lies, I did not want to ‘become one’ with it and chose instead to remain pure and not blend my energies or merging with it. I used my hands to pull back the clear veil of lies like pushing aside a massive theatre stage curtain and walked through it.

Robert, the performers, and Patrick (likened to being the Wizard behind the curtain in the Wizard of Oz) were all stunned by what I’d just done!   They wanted to know how I’d cracked their veil codes!  Apparently, their best and brightest ‘computer’ programmers had programmed that shiznit and they still couldn’t keep me out!  The programmers were geniuses with ridiculously high IQs and here I was moving through their coded-veil like it was nothing but mere child’s play to me.

I walked down to the main stage arena where the showmen and performers were and onto the grassy stage with them.  One of the showmen said to me, “What are you doing!?” You’re not supposed to be able to do that!”  

They were thinking to shoot me with a gun to get rid of me.  I reminded them of the other dream where the government goons had already tried to do that (shoot me) with hundreds of bullets, thousands even, and how they’d failed miserably and couldn’t touch me. Instead the hundreds of bullets shot at me almost point blank just crumpled onto the ground around me and my daughter Lexie as if hitting a force-field. I indicated they could try, but it’d just be a colossal waste of everyone’s time.  

I motion now with my hands and began to speak in one of my many sacred tongues.  I was speaking the same or similar language to the Gaelic sounding language the announcer had just used a little earlier; only I was speaking from my heart and directly to the curtain of lies. Magik was generated; I motioned with my hands and willed the curtain to spread fully wide open. The curtain was the matrix codes, invisible to the naked eye, but I saw them clearly.  I motioned and moved the veil aside like a massive theatre stage curtain being pulled fully back with golden ropes to reveal the stage and performers. The performers asked me, “What are you doing with the veil of lies?”  I said, “Setting them aside, so everyone can see you as you really are and decide if they want to actually follow stage magicians or follow real magik.” I continued speaking my Gaelic sounding language as I actively changed the veil codes  . . . and thus I changed them . . . and thus it was done. . .

The performers were flabbergasted!

No one should have been able to do what I just did!  

It was time now for me to rise up into the air, like I had done in the Preventing 3 Wars dream and where I had commanded everyone to hug. I was going to do that again.  The audience people were seeing for the first time the truth about these performers just like the Tongans had in another dream where I removed the veil of lies from around Earth and the many people were seeing truth too for the first time.

Deschamps, Justin. “Global Mind Energy Report: Impact of Mass Meditations HIGH Today -- October 10th, 2017.” Stillness in the Storm. 10 Oct 2017. Web. 10 Oct 2017. <http://www.stillnessinthestorm.com/2017/10/global-mind-energy-report-impact-of-mass-meditations-high-today-october-10th-2017.html?m=1>

“Preventing 3 (World) Wars” dream emailed to #SphereBeingAlliance  01 Sep 2017

Since this dream we have seen multiple (world) war attempts by the cabal fail and continue to fail.  I will share this dream when the time is right. The most important aspect to know about this dream is the beautiful power of love and hugs and everyone can do it and without fighting.  Please read Justin’s article for scientific details regarding hugs and why they are so powerful. :)

I rose up now into the air as a lady named Grundy grabbed onto my left leg and arm.  She was a fan smitten with me and clinging on.  I told her, “No.” to the clinging and fan worship mentality. She needed to see she possessed these abilities inside her own soul and self as well.  My lift off was now caty-wumpus with her hanging onto me and I couldn’t seem to pry her off, then I was up too high with her to pry her off safely, so I began lowering back down toward the ground.

All eyes were watching me.

I told the crowds, “This isn’t about worship, or division, or separation,” like Gorik and the others had done with the veil of lies and celebrity statutes, “this is about unconditional love and not like the Anchar who claim unconditional love and then live in hate, fear, division, and separation in their time anomaly bubble.” I then proceeded to tell the people the truth . . . that they could do all this too.  

I reached the ground with Grundy, she was laying on the ground now as if drunk and still clinging onto me.  She was fan love-sick for me.  I said, “You see this? When this happens they need the light you bring and have to give.  Its my job to share it because she came to me and I can access it for from the stores of the Universe for her until she learns how to do so for herself.  The more heart and love you have the more power and magik you are.”  Grundy was fully drunk laying completely enamored on the ground.

I knelt down beside her with her still clinging to my left hand.  I said “When you truly love unconditionally this is what you do.” I then emitted a warm yellow light through my hand and into her body to flood her with the light she so desperately clung to me for.  She finally released me and had the hugest smile now on her face.  She looked as if she was someone just ‘slain in the spirit during a Benny Hinn show,’ only she had the real deal.

I stood up and said, “That is real, true, and unconditional love, it does not shun or put up curtains of lies to create separation and division while claiming it is love.”  

I could see Patrick in his Wizard of Oz booth area totally wondering how I’d done it. I could also tell he was rather amused by the water that had been dumped on everyone else’s heads.  He was open to switching sides (to mine from supporting the showmen) as to him it was really more about whichever side he felt was stronger.

Another new group of group of non-performer men now entered the stage and came over to me. One felt to be Alvin the rather well known military astral teacher along with 3 or 4 of his very best and top level military guys, one of those military guys vibed of being the spectacle wearing MIB guy from my “Giant and Game Changer dream.”  They were asking me verbally and energetically, “How did you crack the (veil) code?”  I replied, “What? Did you have your best, smartest, and brightest genius computer programmers on this job to write the veil codes? Even the best and brightest in the nation?”  Alvin said, “YES!” and then, “HOW did you do it!?”

I responded, “Heart.  Don’t ask me to add 2+3 math in Waking 3D Life (W3DL) or how to add 3+3 to get a size, I can barely even do Earth math . . . but . . . the codes of the Universe . . . yeah, easy as cake, I can do that.  My mind . . .” and I pointed at my head, “doesn’t even know what’s going when I perform vast magical mathematical calculations of the Universe on and it can’t even hope to keep up.  But, my heart. . .” I pointed at my heart and raised my voice as loud as I could for all to hear, but it was like I had laryngitis so I could only partly project my voice as I placed all my fingers on my right hand onto my chest heart area and rubbed in a clockwise motion and then closed my fingers into a fist and rubbed in a counter-clockwise motion and continued, “But heart . . . Heart . . . Always knows.  It’s always just inside and knows exactly what to do. . . so follow that.  I feel it . . . and I can do it.

Another guy came over to me, vibing of the salesman I purchased my vehicle from in W3DL and he showed me his cell phone held horizontally and told me, “You’re on national (live) syndicated television you know.”  I responded, “Yeah, I know”  He was thinking I might get wigged out or nervous about being seen all over the nation.  But I didn’t care anymore what this group or other people thought of me so I was completely calm. Getting the truth out was far more important than any of those fears.

The showmen and 4 or 5 media news men began gathering around me and asking more questions of me as to how I’d done it. I told them I could and would teach them all ‘how I’d done it’ and more.  It was about following heart, passion, love, light, and dreams. I continued speaking to the media, showmen, and military men, “Dream are real and not what everyone has been lied to and told they are.”  I was still having voice problems and not sure the crowd could hear me but maybe a few. “They aren’t useless drivel of subconscious panderings, but are actual reality and real events taking place.  Its where souls visit souls to discuss what they are going to do in the physical reality.”  My voice began coming back as I was physically waking up in my bed and audibly spoke the last line, “Would you like to see how it works?”

I was going to show them far more magical abilities then they’d ever even hoped to have seen before.  They seemed to be salivating and smack chomping at the bit (lips) for this info . . . they were eager . . . ready. . .

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

Raines, Eric. “Spiritual Narcissists and their False Light Propaganda.” Unleashing Natural Humanity. 31 Jan 2018. Web. 31 Jan 2018.

https://www.unleashingnaturalhumanity.com/single-post/2018/01/21/Spiritual-Narcissists-and-their-False-Light-Propaganda

This article by Eric Raines is a solid explanation of what happens when spiritual leaders forget what they are here to teach and wind up operating solely in their heads and forget to listen and follow their hearts.

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