2018_05_23_MAY Space Walk and Space Museum Center PT 1

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2018_05_23_MAY Space Walk and Space Museum Center

Part 1

I found myself on some kind of mission . . . in outerspace . . . on a spaceship.  

The spaceship was huge and semi-spherical but slightly oblong; shaped a little more like the Good Year blimp. It was largely solid white, with possibly some silver-grey support trim .  It was also a highly advanced jet space craft. The rest of my team, or riders, were now getting into their seats designed like Disneyland rides with the overhead pull down bar and locking system.  I thought of Top Gun, but it was more like the Vortex ride because of the seating, whereby the legs didn’t dangle in the air.

My daughter Lexi and I were outside the craft looking in the large windowed area at our fellow passengers.  It was our turn for the space-walk on the ship hull outside.  We were both wearing the full on NASA-style space gear, with big white space helmets the full puffy like suit outfits.  Our suits were temperature controlled, so we didn’t feel any of the cold of space.   Both our boots were magnetized to the hull surface.   Lexi was again appearing younger and looking more like a semi-toddler of 6 or 7 years old.  She was holding my hand when we heard the announcement . . .

The magnetic locks were being released. 

Our boots now unclamped from the ship hull and we began to free float above the hull about a foot.  Fortunately we were near a mini five to six step stairway with a rail and we already semi-holding onto it.  We both now grabbed on fully and I told Lexi to “Don’t worry, just on hold tightly as if for dear life. I’m hanging on tightly too.”   I wasn’t afraid, but I knew something wasn’t quite right.  I tried to radio in to the control room “We’ve de-magnetized.”  It all had a very ‘Houston, Houston, do you read me vibe.’  I wasn’t sure if my radio mic was working due to all the space dust static.

I reassured Lexi they’d remember we were out here and that it was our turn to space walk and they’d fix it. I made extra sure Lexi was in between both of my arms and my chest and that I was holding her safely in place, while also somehow still holding her hand.

Suddenly, the ship began to start its slow turn rolls for take-off, as if a shish-kabob turning on a rotisserie wheel.

I looked inside the windowed glass wall and saw the last of the team members inside finish buckling into their seats.  A gal I knew was looking right at us and I said “HEY, tell them the magnetics have de-clamped and we are still outside.”  The seated crew/team had on regular civilian type clothes or matching type uniforms and were on chairs maybe made with a surface covering of a hard white leather.  My crewmate first looked at me blankly not really registering what I was saying or realizing what was going on and looked at me like, ‘why don’t you just radio in yourself and tell them.’  I said it again, “Tell them. . . Please . . . just tell them . . .”  she finally realized we were still out on the hull and that something must be wrong, she then radioed in for us.

The white space-bubble-ship now began to turn roll faster.  Yet to Lexi and I it still felt like slow motion.  I figured we must be doing some G’s but since we were in outerspace it felt more like nothing to us.  Then, the ship began to spin turn even faster and Lexi’s little arms had now gotten too tired to hold on any longer and her arms gave out releasing the stairwell rail, I released my grip as well to go with her.  I wasn’t about to leave her to float alone in space.  Even though we felt very little, to no G-forces,  we were sort of thrust off and away from the moving ship now turning and spinning faster and moving away from us.   I estimated there must have been something on a collision course for the ship that would have caused significant damage had they not started taking-off; whatever it was, had to be significant enough, even and as severe as being blown apart for them to deem it necessary to take off with us still outside on the hull. 

Lexi and I were now free floating away from the ship and into outerspace.  I was still holding her tightly in my arms as we floated amidst all the stars.  I was not afraid even though it was very vast and I felt so small, like a spec of dust in the mass of darkness.  Yet, while it was thickly black, it was not dark.  Stars shown brightly all around us.  I saw red stars, yellow stars, orange stars, and even some blue and purple ones.   I reassured Lexi again, they’d find us by the spacesuit beacons.  We seemed to have plenty of oxygen, though we didn’t seem to have any actual ‘oxygen’ tanks strapped to our backs.  I wasn’t sure but it may have even been unlimited as the suits seemed they might somehow convert something in the space atmosphere (dust?) into usable oxygen for us.  So as long as our suits remained operational, we’d likely be fine.

I reminded Lexi about our destination now and how they would find us; it was after all, also our turn to visit the ‘moon’ station museum.  However, it seemed to be itself a moon.  But, not like any traditional moon. It was a whole bubble dome, like a small man or alien made planet, or both.  The bubble dome was clear and like a special type of field-shield around it. Reminiscent to a soap bubble, perfectly clear, but you could still somehow see it.  It also reminded me of a Rector Set gear sphere ball that was used to power creations assembled with the rest of the set and also likened to a plasma glass sphere science ball.

The place was basically a discovery center Museum and Exploratorium; in fact, the entire planet was a type of family exploratory center and it was Lexi and I’s turn to visit with our team.  I could still see the ship roll turning away and we were also still floating opposite it from our thrust off the hull.  I worried briefly about an asteroid or something else colliding into us before we got ‘rescued.’  Thankfully, we were close to the science station center planet and could now see it and we seemed to be floating closer to it, while it also seemed to be moving closer to us. 

I thought momentarily it also seemed as if the ship leaders didn’t know we were outside on the hull or even on the ship roster for that matter. Almost like we’d even stowed away. . . yet, somehow, it was also our turn to go on the hull. I wondered breifly if they’d planned to take off with us on the hull still. If they did, I thought that wasn’t very nice to do to a child.  But, neither of us was afraid.  We had each other and plenty of air.

We were now floating much closer to the science-center-space-moon-dome/sphere-planet.  Our suits continued to keep us warm and the icy coldness of space out, as far as I knew this science-museum-planet performed only good experiments, such as working with advanced technologies and their development into useful and functional tools to aid the beings who utilized them. It didn’t seem these technologies were bought or sold, but given and received by and to those in need of them who would utilize them with respect and dignity appropriate to the technology.

The science-museum-planet was getting larger and larger to us, as we got closer and closer. The blimp-style-bubble-spaceship now began to come back toward us too.   The science-museum-planet was also a rather massive ‘zoo’ sanctuary which had also been part of our destination.   

The ship was still roll spinning back toward us like a slow behemoth space-mole-driller-unit.  I thought of it as that, because it actually ‘drilled’ (cut) holes in space to pass through it.  I was reminded of the melted sisters and the black and purple time portals dream.  As I watched the ship roll back toward us, I could see it ‘cut’ through what looked like grease or oil on the top of water, cutting out a ‘hole’ in it like it was clear saran wrap.  The space section would ripple and shimmer a clear and rainbow color, like a soap bubble, and then the rainbow section would go around the outside of the hull without touching it and the ship would pass through the ‘hole’ that with the texturing of a soap bubble.  It was just like the science-museum-planet field-sphere.  I realized the science-museum-planet was in another ‘sector’ of space that this ship could access by ‘cutting’ these portals by way of the rotation-spin.

It seemed the Dan Aykroyd looking guy might be the ship owner and had somehow been too busy in meetings to realize we were still out on the hull at the time the emergency had arisen.

We were now very close to the science-museum-station-planet.  I could see what looked like a very advanced and silvery-white modern city inside.  It reminded me of a sort of MC Escher type labyrinth world only it wasn’t that convoluted; it was more so only in essence that way than in actual appearance.   

Lexi and I were then “beamed” safely inside. . .

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2018_05_18_MAY Hawaii Volcano Erupting - 2 Reasons Why

©May 2018 All Rights Reserved Ari Stone

Pre-sleep directive

Q2: Most important, want & need to know?

I was waiting in an outdoor garage breezeway for my Twin Flame, who was again appearing as my brother.

Just prior this I had called  a family meeting, where my brother and parents attended. My ‘brother’ didn’t want to do any of the things I had suggested.  But, mom and dad thought my ideas were good.   As I waited in the breezeway, I now heard Gorik go back in to talk with mom.  I overheard him being very snide rude about the meeting I had called earlier as he arrogantly stated, “Maybe we should call another meeting . . . and this time even invite Ari.”  He was talking about me, like I wasn’t wanted, welcome, or even invited before and had just showed up with all these ideas I was trying to stuff on everybody else and like no one had really wanted me there much less listen to what I had to say. 

However, as annoyed as he was, he was genuine about calling this second meeting because he wanted . . . or more accurately . . . needed . . . my input, opinion, and advice.  I wasn’t sure I wanted to go or attend another meeting with him.  He’d been rather rude and opposing during the first meeting and would put down basically anything I said and was very negative about my ideas in general.  But, now, he needed me and my advice.  I decided I’d see how his behaviors were when he approached me to ask me to the meeting. 

Suddenly, I was feeling very weird about waiting in the breezeway for Gorik, as he had been talking like I was a stalker.  So, I decided to go into the house alone, that I was originally planning to go in with him.

I found myself visiting Aunt Claire at the family vacation home.  I thought it was going to be empty and I’d be able to sort of think and regroup privately and go through my dream journals.  However, as I walked in through the front door a lot of my extended family was there, about eight to ten of them including close family friends. All sitting on a long approximately ten person length off-white cushy looking sofa, faced away from the door and with a lil walkway gap in the middle of it.  Everyone was seated and had just finished watching some news on the small flat screen TV in front of the sofa set on a modern darker wood stand.

I was wearing my same favorite thin blue hoodie that I’d worn to bed, with the hood up and over my head.  My hair was a mess and I had no makeup on.  I felt a lil silly being so schlocky, but figured ‘oh well, not like I’m here to go on a date or anything and they are just family.’   I semi-apologized saying I was sorry for just walking in on everybody and I didn’t know they would be there. 

My cousin, Roxanne, came over to me as I took down my hoody revealing my super messy hair.  We walked over toward the kitchen as she began to ask me if it was ok for the family to move back into this vacation home.  I said, “Of course, its your home anyways.” They owned it and let the rest of us use it as a vacation spot.  She continued, “because then it won’t be usable as a vacation home anymore.”  I again told her that was fine, as it was after all their home. 

She began to tell me more about why they wanted to move into the house because of how much better they liked the neighborhood, as it was so much safer. I saw images of the neighborhood as if looking at a large view screen and saw what reminded me of suburbia Roseville, CA , with very clean and wide streets lined with perfect spring green colored trees.  I responded, “Yeah, I can see why you’d want to move here.  It’s definitely safer.”  It felt they were moving from a more inner city type neighborhood.  Not too bad, but definitely didn’t want to leave the doors unlocked and theft seemed common.

My aunt added they were thinking to move in permanently and not use it just as a transition type home.  I put my hoody back over my head to cover my super messy hair and apologized for my appearance and said I’d have cleaned up better had I known they’d all be there.  Roxanne again reassured me it was ok.

I realize then, how can I be in Roseville in California, when I went to bed in Colorado. 

I told my Aunt Claire, “I think this may be a dream state experience.”  Meaning, I was either a ghost visiting them and they only thought I was actually there, or it was them meeting with me in this dream setting to tell me pertinent information about something.

Suddenly realized I might not know where “here” is, if this was a dream state.  So, I asked my Aunt, “Where is here? . . . Roseville, CA?”  She responded, “No, Hawaii.”  I said, “Whoa, ok, this definitely has got to be a dream state.” It seemed they’d all just finished listening to the latest Hawaii Eruption report on the flat screen TV.  Aunt Claire proceeded to talk about the volcano status saying, “It’s getting really bad.” and even that the volcano had destroyed the entire island.   I said, “Wait! What? When? How?!” I again commented, “I still don’t know if I’m in 3D right now or a dream state.”  Aunt Claire looked at me perplexed because she thought everything was a real 3D experience and setting.

I looked again at the sofa and it was now solid all the way across. I said, “I’m definitely in a dream state the sofa has no gap now!” Aunt Claire was starting to become a little aware now and curious, but still largely thinking everything ‘real’ as she stated, “The sofa has always been like this.” I then got to thinking and stated, “Maybe it’s one of those Mandela timeline shift things.”  But, I wasn’t convinced so I followed that up with, “Either way (just in case the event hasn’t happened yet), I need you to tell me everything you know about the volcano and why it destroyed the island (erupted). I need to know what the geologists, surveyors, or news reporters said and if they gave any reason why this thing blew up and if they said anything at any point in time like, “it blew up because of ‘this’ or ‘that’ and had we just known about ‘this’ and ‘done this’ it would have stopped it from destroying the island.” 

I asked for some paper and a clipboard of Aunt Claire so I could take note.  I mentioned, even though this is likely a dream state and I can’t take my notes back to 3D, that this would still help me with remembering upon waking, whole brain learning type stuff.  She understood. 

Aunt Claire made her way around to the backside of the sofa where I was standing with the clipboard and standard white printer paper clipped on it, along with a blue G2 pen, like I use to document my dreams.    We both sat on the floor Indian style together.

I looked at the blank pages in front of me and they suddenly began to fill up now with things that looked very musical-notes like. Dozens and dozens all over the page.  But, more like big Mickey Mouse black ears for notes and what looked like an outline of a dog kong toy to me.     I told her we have to hurry so I can use at least one sheet before they all fill up.  I knew for sure I was dreaming now as this was typical to when I tried to write in my dream journal in dreams. I always had trouble finding a blank journal to write in. 

Aunt Claire mused about this and lifted the one blank sheet I had left on top on the clipboard to look at the backside of it and I said, “Uh-oh, you prob shouldn’t have done that.” low and behold when she put the sheet down it too had filled up with the same musical notes and dog kong shapes, leaving one small space for me to write near the top right corner.  I said, “Go ahead and tell me what’s going on and I’ll write it before it all fills in!”

Aunt Claire began to speak, “It’s because of two reasons the volcano destroyed the island.”  It seemed it’d either sunk into the ocean or to about ¾ up the volcano mountain leaving just a ¼ peak tip sticking up above the ocean waters and nothing else. She continued, “Its because of the DNA of the people” I realized now who she was to me in 3D, “and because of the child sacrifices. They were screwing around with the DNA by doing that.  Had those not been done the island would not have been sunk into the ocean or been otherwise destroyed.”  This was basically the energetic result of those poor choices by the people and their DNA codes had then instituted the resultant downfall and destruction.  The child sacrifices opened up portals. 

I was looking over my sheets again and feeling like Tom Hanks with the tattoos on the face in Cloud Atlas and like the kid in 6^th Sense as the person seeing the numbers, signs, shapes, and brings them back to the ‘real’ world for humanity to make different choices and thereby alter and change the outcome, destiny, and fate altogether. 

I then transitioned into another dream sequence.

In Waking 3D Life , I shared this dream with my respective “Aunt” knowing it was a message to her from herself on the other side.  I was informed that this was a walk into another timeline where an element was being pulled from that timeline and brought back into this timeline to create the optimal timeline and whereby the destruction seen there would not happen here, because of the gleaning of the message. The message is for the people here to keep doing what they are doing, waking up and handling those who have messed with the DNA and perform horrible things on children.  These positive acts to expose the bad acts of others prevent the resultant negative energies of destruction. 

This dream also coincides almost exactly with two image I sent to Sphere Being Alliance by email on November 20, 2017 that match (see below) Dr Michael Salla’s May 15, 2018 article image for the Volcano Eruption.  I came across the odd shaped rock first on one of my trail walks and felt I was to take a photo of it, so I did.  I later saw the Pandora song “Flashed Junk Mind” by Milky Chance that matched my highly unusual rock shape and that song image appears to be an inverse and mirrored version of the lava geothermal tubes and image.  

So, I will share now respectively my note with humanity on “How to Stay Safe.”  It is never about focusing on the negative or dwelling on the negative, It is always about focusing on what brings you joy, peace, love, and feelings of passion and the trajectory life path that takes you on.  

People ask all the time, “what can they do?” to make a difference. . . its as simple and complex as this: be happy . . .

“

The happier you are (joy), the more synchronicities you see.

https://youtu.be/r8BsuT0PWdI  (YouTube Milky Chance Song)

https://www.exopolitics.org/hawaii-volcanic-eruption-intentionally-triggered-to-generate-massive-tsunami/   (May 15, 2018 - Dr Michael Salla Hawaii Volcano Article – note the 90% and 11:11 time.  Like a positive inverse 911)

How to stay safe . . . Be happy. . .

The choices made when happy, are different than those made when sad.  Think of it like a trajectory from a point. When you change the initial trajectory by one degree from the original path, in time, your new trajectory takes you very far from where you would have ended up originally. Agreed?

Thereby, changing little choices in a day changes your day and ultimately your entire life trajectory. 

Stopping to notice and smell a flower, because it brings you joy,  just may ultimately save your life because in that moment you've moved one degree. 

So, ask yourself in each moment and with each choice you make:

"Does this choice bring me joy?"

You'll know by your body response. . . Do you light up and feel alive and full of energy (joy), or do you feel a sinking energy drop and super tired (sad). 

Paths chosen each moment in joy follow a different trajectory than those chosen in sadness.

This is why it is so important to "follow your bliss."  Where do you feel bliss? What activities in your day bring you feelings of bliss? Do you know what it means to feel bliss? Have you felt bliss before? How did you recognize it?

When I protect others in dreams, it is Love (joy/bliss) that wells up inside of me and emanates out changing and protecting.

This you must learn to do for yourself in order to 'save yourself' and thereby step into your own power.

As Mr. Goode has stated; 'You are the one you have been waiting for' and like our galactic family, I am here to help every step of the way.

I love you. 

Ari Stone

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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 . . .




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