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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2018_01_09_JAN Escaping the ICC Prison with My Twin Flame

©JANUARY 2018 Ari Stone. All Rights Reserved.

2018_01_09_JAN

6:41pm – Nap message

“Asking him to recognize the error of his ways is like asking the Blue Pixie Faery with no magik to understand that she doesn’t have or use any in the first place. But, is only dressed up in costume like one.” 

Someone said this to me regarding my frustration with my Twin Flame. He was doing a lot with me in other densities, including marrying me twice, but in 3D he was ‘oblivious.’

“So, asking him to recognize you as his Twin Flame is like asking him to actually recognize the error of his ways.  Highly unlikely to actually work.”

I was exasperated, frustrated, and angry with him for still being so asleep in 3D.

“He has lived his life as the Blue Pixie faery never having any magik. But, because his friends act like he has magik, he thinks he actually does have magik.”

I was very angry now at how he could be so willfully blind to the truth…it was killing him…why couldn’t he see that….

 

5:35am

ESCAPING THE ICC (?) PRISON WITH MY TWIN FLAME

I was with a young boy. We were both around 8 to 10 years old and in some kind of high security place. Military vibe, it felt owned by my Grandpa, Jake.  It was a futuristic place, possibly for Marines or the Navy.

 

I thought maybe ICC (Interplanetary Corporate Conglomerates) as it felt like a business-prison and I didn’t know for certain what planet or moon we were even on.

The boy and I were now making our escape.  He felt like he was my brother, though I knew he was my Twin Flame (TF) Gorik.  We were in the high security prison area. The prisoners in this section were willing prisoners and they wore white collar shirts to denote this. They were brainwashed into think they were free.  Most wore ankle bracelet tags and/or were chipped like dogs for tracking.

We were outside in the extremely low level section of the prison during outside time, yet no one was there, we decided to make a break for it.  The prison was full of workers and slaves. But, they were all busy working somewhere inside or at other locations. We walked quickly back inside.

Gorik and I ran down small and low ceiling halls to make our escape. 

Two or three different guard-like men were constantly coming after us, saying “Get em!” We ran through two different types of halls and lower level slave work room areas. Still, we saw no one other than the guards behind us and only when they’d get a little too close to us. Sometimes, we’d hide in a nook or cranny, or we’d duck and hide in rooms momentarily to let them run by us. We'd also hide behind a pristine trash can or two. They were as tall or taller than us, white, rectangular, and futuristic looking. Most everything was white and very light grey colors and lacquer-like. Shiny lacquer-like floors, lacquer walls, and lacquer ceilings with matching lacquer-like texture everywhere.

Finally, we ran by a couple of white collar ‘obvious’ slaves. But, they were so focused on their slave work that they barely even noticed us running by.

We ran through many different lower level prison slave sections.  All the halls were fairly narrow and small, like if we were on a submarine ship.  The medium to higher level slave sections were similar. The higher up the slave status, the less people there were in that section. It was the way of being rewarded for being a good slave, you got to have a little more space and nicer places to eat at. 

Each section was equipped with a fresh set of two or three guards that would then pick up the chase as the ones from the proceeding section would drop off to remain in their designate zones per their station contracts. We then became the problem of the next section guards.

We continued to run and evaded many guards from many sections and were now in the main controller’s work areas. There were few people who worked here. This section was mostly all Grandpa Jake’s place.  It was fairly large, like a whole floor all to himself with a few other hand selected controllers.  We were in the very-rich-man-section.  Yet, there were still no windows anywhere. Just more of that shiny lacquer white seeming walls and small halls.  It reminded me of navigating a labyrinth or the Wooze Maze.

We were very close to being outside the walls now. This was the only location that had access to the ‘outside,’ the real world.  Everything in the work-slave sections that was ‘outside,’ was still inside and only made to look and feel like being ‘outside,’ so the white-collar-work-slaves would actually think they were in the real world and not a prison.

We were now cautiously walking. It was very quiet and we were also being quiet as we walked along a ¾ tall wall. I spotted a female high-level prison guard on the other side of the three-quarter wall that turned out to be a kitchen server’s meal bar-top where she’d place the completed meals for pickup, largely for Grandpa Jake.  There was a distinct 50’s white diner style vibe to it and the guard lady wore a matching white 50’s diner style dress, reminding me of an In-N-Out-Burger employee with the matching hat. Her uniform was slightly different with navy blue stitch-work and a nametag that read “Carrie.”

 

 

I quickly ducked and instructed Gorik to do the same. He then took off running again and I was close on his heels.   But, the chef-lady-guard spotted us.  She ran after us and radioed for two ‘hover’ robots to come after us. The ‘hover’ robots were still humanoid shaped and had legs and appeared to be running after us, like an ordinary human. I realized, maybe all the guards at every section were robots as well, appearing to be human.

“Robots” indicate genetically engineered and programmed humanoid clones. Some clones may even come from other worlds that reside possibly in parallel to ours . . . another dream . . .

I finally spotted an open area that lead to the actual outside via a small terrace.  We ran out onto the upper level terrace that had only a three foot drop to the ground. We climbed down and ran toward the boulder rock slabs.  They jutted upwards at an angle that we could climb-run up, so we did. 

At the top of the small boulder slabs hill, was an open window sill that looked to be part of a backstage frame set up. One of the two top large boulder rocks was wiggly and I could move it with my hands. I used my hands to hold it over to the open window sill and nearer our boulder rock for us to climb across and into the window sill.  My muscles were so tired, exhausted, and fatigued; I thought they might give out any second.  Gorik was even more exhausted and tired than me.

 

 

I barely made it across the boulders and into the window sill and discovered this was more like a fake movie set wall to make us think a whole place was here, but it was just a fake wall and backstage looking support beams and catwalks. For some reason this place was made to give the illusion of being a whole place from the prison side.

 

It was now Gorik’s turn to come across the boulder rock slab and into the sill, when two or three bad robot-guys caught up with us.  One of them had gone right by Gorik in order to try to get me and his fingers were gripping the window sill ledge as he tried to climb inside. I pried off the robot-guy’s fingers from gripping the sill and sort of shoved him back and away. I released holding onto the boulder rock so it was no longer close enough to go from the first boulder to this one and into the sill. The robot-guy fell off the side of the at least twenty foot high boulder rocks and I thought maybe even to his death. I didn’t see what was down in the abyss-like area; it all just looked black to me but felt like there was a dangerous river down below. 

 Now Gorik had the second robot-guy on top of him. Unable to reach me, robot-guy-number-2 was now attempting to get Gorik and they both wound up falling off the boulder edge in the same location as the first guy.  But, instead of Gorik dying it seemed that this chaser was like the Bumble in Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer and like he bounced. Only it seemed that Gorik took the bounce and came back up and the robot-guy-number-2 took the brunt of the fall impact and did not return.

 

Gorik ran back up top to where the boulder-connect was and two more robot-guys were hot on his tail.  I re-shored up my resolve, though my muscles were spent, and pinch held the two boulders together again with my thumb and index finger (in no way that made any sense with any laws of physics or size, yet I did it) and Gorik finally made it safely across and climbed into the window sill.

Now inside the window sill and having a few moments to fully survey the situation, I saw this was the backside of ‘the set.’  The robot-guys from the front side of the set were acting like a force shield had been put up and they no longer pursue us here because we were on the backside of their prison ‘set’ and also out of their chase-us zone.

Carrie was watching the whole thing from the terrace area and was now calling the backside of the set security guards to nab us.

Gorik and I ran down the backside of the set out of Carrie’s view and were heading back toward the main prison section we’d just come from. I realized this backside set area, even though actually outside, did not connect to the outside section where we could ultimately escape from the ICC compound grounds.  We ran down a few backside-of-the-set halls and inside a door that took us directly back into the main on-set and head-controller area we’d just come from and near the three-quarter tall wall again.  As we re-entered the main controller area, the back-set guards immediately stopped their pursuit of us.

I more fully noted the controller area was mostly all white with little to no grey colors. In comparison to the lower level sections slaves where it was a more of a 50/50 split or more greys than whites. It reminded me of being on a fancy yacht ship.

We ran by Carrie again and caught her dance-hope-singing a solo pretending she’d met a man she loved, who was also her lover. She was hopeful for love and passion. There was an adult man walking around up there now.  He seemed to be a ‘free’ prisoner. He could walk around the rich man’s area and halls without being chased and he didn’t even work there or in any section for that matter, he was an outsider with mostly free reign of the base, like he just happened to live there. However, he wasn’t to leave the prison compound, although he could freely visit any of the sections at will. 

Gorik and I continued to run and ran downstairs again and through a section with individual desk areas and the two guards in tow.  We ran by low modern cubical ½ wall dividers with about a one foot glass pane that ran the length of the cubical wall tops.  It was all rather modern and fancy. 

 

 

 

Gorik had an idea now and he led us to run back upstairs to where Carrie and the adult man were. The adult man looked like the giant Ricktor from the command ship dream January 5, 2018. Only now, Ricktor was normal human size and had a slight combo being vibration of another alien being named, Tearance.

Beings sometimes animate the same form (and switch between who controls it) because one of them can hold the vibration for the other to be present in a certain vibration, location, and/or energetic space.  

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Ricktor, for some reason, was permitted to walk around, it may have had something to do with Tearance’s energies.  I went over and spoke with Ricktor to enlist his help.  I sensed him to be Carrie’s twin flame, but he had no clue about this consciously and neither did Carrie. But, I could readily read it in both their essences.  I got Ricktor to follow me over to where Carrie was. 

However, Gorik had had another plan and he disappeared with Carrie for a while. 

When they came back it was very clear in both their essences they’d intimately ‘hooked up.  Gorik was trying to finagle our way out of the compound. He’d hoped by doing that, that Carrie would stop trying to rat us out and maybe even help us escape instead.

 

 

 

Carrie began to talk some more with the Paul-Bunyan-like Ricktor guy.  He’d walked over to where she was by the three-quarter wall area to speak with her.  She really seemed to like talking with an adult and liked Ricktor in general.

 

 

But, because she and Gorik had already 'hooked up' she left again with him, leading him back to her bed cubby room.

The robots finally figuring out we’d gone back upstairs and were now close to nabbing us again.  I ran and ducked into what was like a full size bed in a boat cabin area. The bed was on the floor.  I crawled into the small modern-bed-cave-type-room where the mattress filled the floor space and the ceiling was only about two to three feet above our heads and the walls were exactly the dimensions of the mattress.  It was typically just used for sleeping. 

 

Gorik and Carrie were already in the bed and had just been intimately together again. Carrie was sleeping now, sated for the moment.

 

 

I got into bed next to Gorik and under the covers.  Gorik was in the middle, Carrie to his left, and me to his right. More guard robots were looking for us. I adjusted the covers to be more over my head as I lay next to the boy in order to hide my face, age, and size.  We couldn’t just blend in even in bed because we were children, so we had to fully hide. Had we been adults, we’d have just stolen guard outfits by now and escaped less obviously.

I sort of wanted the Gorik romantically, but he was still too wrapped up in his story at the moment. He thought this guard lady, Carrie, was his twin flame or caring lover at the moment.  I could see it was a passionless relationship based solely on desperation intimacy between two desperate people for ‘love’ of any type/kind who didn’t have a clue what love was, only that they wanted to feel it. They thought being intimate with no passion and bonding in desperation was love. But, neither got what they wanted, love, they were just two individuals using each other . . . talking about love . . . but, neither experiencing it because true love emanates from heart spaces and neither one of them had their hearts involved, the act was disingenuous on both their parts.

Gorik thought it was genuine because he was still a child and didn’t know this is how those in control of the system selfishly use children; with the hidden deeper agenda of controlling them later as adults. After the intimate acts the controllers would wipe their memories of it.  Then, when the child would meet up again with their controller as an adult, they’d easily be fooled into believing it was “unconditional love’ because it would feel familiar.  This level of trickery and manipulation was fully accomplished by placing two sinister key methods together: (key 1) use children intimately, wipe their memories, return them ‘home’ and then . . . (key 2) let others abuse them severely throughout the rest of their childhood and well into their young adult years. Once they had been sufficiently abused for many years and told many lies, they would then be brought in again to meet with their original abuser from the upper levels of the prison systems. In Gorik’s case, this was Carrie. 

 

Later on, as an adult, when brought face to face with Carrie again Gorik would not recall her abusing him as a child.  But, he would recognize her and feel their connection from the energetic sexual loosh ports she’d put in place during the initial abuses.  This next level of control in the system was a cabal safety mechanism placed to ensure if a victim woke up to the obvious abuses they were put through at the lower levels of the prison system, they’d be put into the next level of controls which would continue to serve the agendas of those who wanted to continue to maintain power and control.  

 

Fortunately, I was awake and aware of what was going on and knew I had to give Gorik memories and intimate connections of our own for him to also ‘remember’ later on as an adult.

Something happened then, and Gorik and I were now being intimate with our hearts and I was then giving birth to our baby.  She was etheric.  I saw her come down a sock like tube, it was clear and ethereal, and out came what seemed to be our 8^th baby born this way. Gorik had been trying to do this with Carrie, but she was infertile with him and he was not developed to be fertile with her.

Yet, somehow, with me Gorik was a perfect match for fertility and our baby though born very oddly felt very sensual and special.  Our baby girl floated off  in a sphere to be protected by those really of the light and not the imposters of the light, still living in fear, self-hatred, division, and divisiveness, while pretending they were of unconditional love and light because they had higher positions of seeming freedom and power in the prison systems, like Carrie.

I heard and partly saw the guards now run by our sleeping-room-cubby again. After they sounded to have gone down the hall a ways, Gorik and I got up and out of the cubby room and began to run again.  Carrie now got up too and it seemed sleeping had sort of re-set her to thinking she was supposed to chase us again.

Thankfully, Ricktor was still milling around near the kitchen area and Carrie spotted him again and she was now for the first time having actual pings of real love.  It was being expressed as a starlight energy ball that was being given to her heart from Ricktor.  It appeared like a six inch translucent and barely visible sphere and it was inserted into her heart area like a bubble that would expand and go in all areas of her body. From her heart it emanated into places like her head, legs, feet, arms, hands, stomach, neck, and everywhere inside her body

 

 

 

From this infusion of real love she was feeling genuinely happy . . . joy . . . and thereby she was not so motivated for drama-chasing us and was only in a half-type-pursuit.  She was feeling for the first time real and mature love and she wanted more of that love vibe.  

While Ricktor knew that he liked her too, he didn’t yet know it was because she was his twin flame, only that he liked her.  This seemed to be his first time to visit and explore this higher-level-section of the prison and felt like his first time seeing Carrie too. He’d sort of not gone to this section prior as he might get scolded for it, or be given a slap on the wrist for being there. 

Ricktor seemed to want to help us get outside now. Gorik and I took off running again by the ½ wall cubical section with Ricktor and Carrie chasing us.  But, they were in front of us and making it look they were chasing us like they didn’t know we were right behind them, so we could follow them out.

Carrie, ran to a slider door that lead out to the balcony and unlocked the door for us.  Then she seemed to shift again back to “supposed to nab us” as Gorik and I quickly ran by her and out the door.   

We ran outside onto the balcony area that was more like a deck or city sky scraper high rise vibe but, only 20 to 30 feet up.  But, if we fell we could potentially die. Carrie was trying to catch us again and Ricktor moved around too as if in chase, though his movements were more to avoid being run into.  He wasn’t trying to catch us. We ran passed Ricktor and then squeezed by Carrie and toward the balcony side where the hillside ground was mostly level with the railing and we climbed over it onto the hillside. We quickly ran around the backside of the building and up more boulder rocks.

We were now at a second hill boulder area. This one was on the front side of the prison camp and had a small, circular, cleared grassy area that overlooked the prison camp compound and was at the outer boundary edges of the camp that would ultimately lead us out. This was the area the main controllers seemed to use to leave by and to access the real outer world and it seemed only Grandpa Jake ever got to fully leave and come back. Carrie and Ricktor could go to this ‘real’ outside, but only within the prison grounds. It felt Grandpa Jake left periodically to go negotiate deals, get supplies, or the rare vacation and then he’d return again.

 

We made our way to the grassy area on the hill slope, when five chemically-deformed bald headed zombie-like guys with large ‘moon eyes’ on them were upon us and trying to get us, they seemed the last and final line of defense. 

This connects with the Moon-Eyed people in some way and another dreams of mine in connection with them. Maybe their genetics have been used for making clones (PLF), but something went wrong?.  These guys’ faces looked chemically melted to me. Like a melted skin tone Halloween head-face mask.

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Suddenly, I magically had a weighted box (about 6in to 8in or more and largely squared up), that reminded me of the controller unit for my new sublimation printer heat press.  This controller box was in a tube-sock-like item that reminded me of the bird feeder socks we use to feed the birds in W3DL.

 

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I began to swing the sock and hit each one of the chemically-deformed zombies in the head.  One per swing and it would knock them dead or completely unconscious.  They all lay in various spaces as though dead.  I wondered why I’d used that method!  Seemed Gorik expected that as the only way, so it had to be done like that in order for him to see I could protect him.

We began to jump and climb back down the rocks in the direction we’d just come from toward the balcony, but instead we stayed to the right and on the higher ground areas that lead to the main entry and grassy front yard area. Carrie was still sorta in pursuit of us, but because she was really liking being with Ricktor more now, it was more about both of them making sure we got out ok while looking like they were chasing us still.

 We were running on grasses now toward the short, almost toy-like, white picket entry fence dividing the gravel looking road from the likely ICC prison compound. To the left where the backyard was below the balcony we’d just escaped from, it looked more like a rock quarry with how it was cut out into the ground and very deep and unlikely for a prisoner to escape by climbing up the quarry-like walls.

We made it to the picket fence gate.  I was highly suspicious it might be rigged with a final booby trap, like I worried about when I reached the gates to escape the mafia type prison compound in another dream. But that gate turned out to be ok with no final booby trap.  I looked back up the hillside slope we’d just run down and saw Ricktor standing directly behind Carrie with his arms lovingly around her.  They seemed like they were fast becoming a very happy couple in real love. 

Ricktor gave us a nod and Carrie gave us a palm up wave to assure us it was ok now.  We went outside the gate.

 

Then, Gorik ran back inside the compound gate.  I was like, “what are you doing? We just left all of that drama behind and don’t have to do that sort of stuff anymore.” 

As he ran along the neighboring fence lines, almost like a quaint neighborhood look, his energy shifted to be that of my daughter, Lexi.

 

Lexi was now the one running along the fence line and toward the neighbor’s backyard. It was shrouded with lots of rose bushes and mature trees that were low to the ground and provided a sort of shadowy secret garden look.  There were around five dogs that had cute faces like a cross between a Corgi and a Fox, but they were back of evil intent.

Lexi went up to the fence line and put her hands into the fencing and began to pet the black dogs.  I yelled, “RUN! RUN! GET OUT OF THERE!...NOW!” and thought again, ‘Why would you do this? We just got out of there (the prison camp) and done with running for our lives every second!’ and then I hollered, “They are dangerous and not what they appear!”

Lexi continued to stay and she was very calm! The creature-dogs now were magickally outside the fence line and around Lexi in a circle-like formation.  The dogs then shapeshifted to look more like Italian Spinones and then they shapeshifted even further into hunched over looking werewolf-zombies. I yelled at Lexi again, “RUN! NOW!”

But, Lexi was still extremely calm and she continued to pet their faces.  I realized she was helping them and healing them.  I decided to trust her, relax a bit, and only used my magical abilities if she needed me too. 

She seemed to have this under control now . . .

 

 

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