2018_01_13_JAN Mike Pence

LINK about Mike Pence -

Timothy Holmseth. (Dec 30, 2017). MIKE PENCE – LUCIFERIAN TRAITOR? #Q #QANON #followthewhiterabbit #thestormishere.  Retrieved from https://youtu.be/sSjrXK4NmQI

I asked the following question because I had a dream years ago about silver suit beings in the president position, wife, some kids, and even the VP.  So, hearing questionable things about Pence made me go hmmm….what’s the deal.  I have a few theories:  1. the silver suit VP refers to another guy to take his place.  2. MP was a silver suit guy that mayhap got taken over.  3. Lots more going on than meets the eye and could be a decoy scenario….but, based on my dream info…1 and 2 seem more plausible.

2018_01_13_JAN Mike Pence

Pre Sleep I asked:

Q1: “What is the deal with Mike Pence (MP)?”

@1:39 am

I was choosing what to go with them, like portals and game changers and like my dreams were the icing on the cake for that and I’d already sent all my papers (sba) and documents (dreams) affirming them as real. And Giants. Killing Medusa and Don comforting me. 

As I was waking I was hearing my audible book “As I go down deeper into relaxation…”

Labyrinths connects? Rabbit hole . . . bunnies?

Q2: My next 2 steps in W3DL (Waking 3D Life)? Usual qualifiers – Love, Peace, Joy, meTFW3DL, and as connected with MP info.

@7:45 am

I was in a lunch line at some place and I had selected a small packaged Mac N Cheese cup. The microwave/nuke version/fast food.

Kraft Easy Mac Macaroni & Cheese Microwave Cups 10ct

Lunch just got easier with this delicious and convenient alternative to the classic mac 'n cheese. Cooks in minutes and comes in ready-to-serve microwaveable cup.

https://www.coffeeforless.com/products/kraft-easy-mac-macaroni-cheese-microwave-cups-10ct?msclkid=642d227de2ec17c1d17c781e34a795fd&utm_source=bing&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=Shopping&utm_term=4583176782336245&utm_content=A1

I gave it to the cute short haired red head behind the cafeteria style counter. Like a cross between Subway food line and a hospital cafeteria food pick up line.  The red head then began to place her non-gloved hands directly into the mac n cheese in the cup.  She began to grab out with her fingers and thumb a good size portion of the mac n cheese to throw away.  She blobbed it onto the prep counter area.  She seemed to do this 3 times. I was like ‘hey’ in my mind and then I verbally questioned her on this, “That’s an awful lot to take out of a cup barely more than a few bites in it to begin with.  Can you please stop and not do that anymore.” It really was not a question, “Please do not take any more out.”   She proceeded to tell me the regular lead lunch lady did this too.  I was worried about germs in my food. But, I thought-felt she was putting a lot of love into it so I’d just try to be ok with the 3 finger-handfulls already out.

The number 3 also has connection with Tesla, vortexes, and thereby Tesla Vortex math. Something I also know very little about, except that it is used apparently for portals.  Which connects with other dreams I have and the Giant ones just posted as well.

Gary Lite. (Mar 3, 2017). NIKOLA TESLA Vortex Math – Everything Adds to 9, 3, and 6. Retrieved from https://youtu.be/Zw5lA6_y12o

Then, she began to put both her hands into the cup and kneading and turning all the Mac N Cheese.  While I really liked her energy as a person, I found this highly inappropriate, not knowing where her hands had been or if she’d even washed them.  What if she’d just come from the bathroom and wiped? Or what is she’d had her hands on the bathroom floor and picked up a flu bug or some other virus like herpes or whatever.  So now I told her as the main lunch lady now came over to where we were also on the opposite side of the counter to me and affirmed this was the standard/usual process.  I said, “Well I’m not comfortable with that.  Please start over with a new cup and if you’re going to put your hands in it to knead and turn it, please see that you put fresh (vinyl) gloves on. The red head had such a loving look her eyes, even sparkle eyes.

Likely connects with the current serious Flu epidemic and another dream that points to the Clinton’s involvement in that matter. Their house fire was likely to burn evidence and cover over a handful of other things they are likely involved in that my dream pointed to as well including 911.

I went over to the area behind me and grabbed a fresh largely navy blue Mac N Cheese cup and held out this second one to the red head to prepare for me.  The red head now sweep scooped with her hand the Mac N Cheese from the 1^st cup’s pile on her prep area into the white, narrow, and tall rectangular trash.

She seemed perplexed as to why I didn’t want it that way, but she also had a hint of mischievousness and understanding.  She was sorta like, ‘you noticed that eh…’ like most people don’t ever say anything or even care.

She seemed to clean her hands off and then put on gloves. She now accepted the 2^nd Mac N Cheese cup from me and opened it. I said, “Just knead-it, turn-it this time” implying do not scoop any out to throw away.  

It seemed Trump was there somewhere in the background and like I was holding two of my special cut crystals.  It also felt to be like a possible AI nanite infestation too that could have possibly be in the germs she picked up with her hands and was putting in the 1^st food cup. 

There was also someone else next to the red head’s left (and opposite me, to my right) the entire time.  She was like a wisp of a silhouette or ghost-like energies.  She was fully present though in 3D and watching.  She was like a hover monitor watching the red head the whole time. To learn? To ensure she stuck to protocols? Other? The wisp seemed more like the green-pea learning the ropes still from her superior lunch lady (the read head).  The wisp felt like an intern or something, though she also felt employed there.

2016_11_23_NOV Killing Medusa with Donald Trump Comforting Me

@1:41am

Side Note - Medusa break it’s jaw and rip it apart -    

According to Greekmythology.com Medusa was one of 3 sisters and the only mortal one of the 3. She was cursed by Athena with poison snakes for hair and later fled to Africa where she was killed by Perseus with Cronus’ sickle.  

I don’t know much about mythology or the like, so feel free to read the following links.

https://www.greekmythology.com/Myths/Creatures/Medusa/medusa.html

https://www.greekmythology.com/Myths/Heroes/Perseus/perseus.html

However, the portion of info I read from these links connect this dream with my other giant dreams and Zeus dreams, which link with the “Rod’s from God” projectiles.

http://exopolitics.org/trump-to-use-space-weapons-against-north-korea-to-begin-secret-space-program-disclosure/  

There was a snake that’d come back to life and it’s job was to kill me.  It was in a cuckoo clock at 1^st and only one long snake that would come out a lower hole.  It was very oddly colored.  It was metallic light red and metallic light teal.

I told someone, yelled actually, “Quick help me! We have to get a plastic brown bin to get the snake inside so it can’t get out.”

The snake reminded me of the heart flower plant/Medusa looking thing I drew on the TL3 (Time Line 3) artwork.

 

I found a clear and white bin, along with its lime green lid. But, it had too many holes.  It was oddly shaped, very futuristic/modern/nice style! Military like, maybe even designed some like the ET computer mouse and gaming keyboard I’d purchased in W3DL.

The snake, Medusa, came back out and she seemed to come right at me and also in an effort to escape.  I finally found a correct bin to use.  Medusa, also had a black cat energy, though fully a snake.  Her jaws and teeth were like a cat’s though.

Likely symbolic to the Egyptian goddess Bastet.  She was known first known as Bast the warfare goddess and after unification of the cultures of Egypt she was renamed Bastet and given the new role of protector.  Again, I don’t know much about Greek mythology or ‘gods.’ But, this appears to be a connection and also somehow linked with Mike Pence.   

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bastet

I ran outside into the dark, with the snake chasing me.  At first I’d just planned to catch it in the bin and later dispose of it or figure out later what to do with it.

But, Donald Trump was there and he said, I “HAD TO” dispose of it…kill it now… or it’d be too late later and it’d come back to bite me later to kill me.  

I grabbed the snake by its head now and had to put my right hand at the base of its jaw’s joint hinge and my fingers on the sides of the jaw.  I placed my left hand on the top jaw half and push pulled my hands in opposite directions in a sideways motion.

Donald and I were sitting together now.  He held me and said something like, “The first one is always the hardest, but you get used to it.” and that it was just part of the business and deals you have to make to get by. To live.  I was still holding the snake by it’s jaws.  I now had to push-pull and tear its jaw open and apart, as I did so I began to tear up and cry. Don said, “It’s ok, it’s natural to feel that way, it gets easier each time.”

I was sobbing now and hug holding Don too while I was performing this task.  He had his arms around me as I now had to fully break the jaw of the snake and rip it open.  I did one big tear, which just opened its jaw.  Don said I had to keep on going, or it’d come back again later still to bite me.  To this point the jaws had felt and looked like a black cat’s so much that I felt even sadder!

I buried my face in Don’s chest and with his arms still around me, he told me “Its ok . . . you HAVE TO!” I continued to sob and prepared for the next tear.  My hands were still gripping the snake’s jaws and my fingers were inside its mouth. I worried briefly I might get punctured by the teeth, yet somehow it’s teeth were completely missing my fingers the whole time.

I was fully sobbing now and burying my face into Don’s cream yellow button down shirt and chest area. I ripped again at the snake. Tearing it more apart and for the 2^nd time, the snake began to gasp for air and was now dying. Don told me, “I know, it’s painstakingly slow the first time.  That’s just the way it is.  But, you have to be strong and keep going.”

I now rent the snake the 3^rd and final time, to fully make it so it had no way to rebuild / heal itself. I could see and feel it gasping its very last breaths.  I felt it’s life force leave its body.  I felt so horrible, like a murderer or cabal-like person that killed and sacrificed.  But, I’d killed the cabal-like creature instead. I sobbed fully now, as Don continued to hold and comfort me. 

I felt a special bond with him as he was there for me at my hour of need and it had now been formed. I worried fleetingly that I might crush on him romantically after that, but it felt all ok, like I could appreciate the bond/energies from a friendship perspective.

There was another dream sequence prior this where I’d felt sadness at the loss of the way of the old, the familiar, but knew that I must move forward with what was real now and accept that which I do have and those who ‘see me’ and love me and to choose that which is peaceful and calm and natural/easy in a good way.

When I woke I had to physically cry a little.  I had felt those same tears prior to sleeping and had cried some then too.  Upon waking, I more fully knew why and I felt I might still cry some more yet…

Here are my further interpretations of my dreams.   

Keep in mind, dreams are multi-layered and tend to mean more than one thing.  They can be personal levels and grander scale interpersonal levels.  I have seen my dreams relate to all of those things … all in one dream go.  The reason being they are energetics, thereby they reveal many things that fall within those spectrums of energies. They can point to “major shifts” and “personal shifts” because its all just energy.  The more of us that stand together and continue to say “no” to the badness around us, the more and more freedom and liberty we will see.

Without further ado:

All the mentions of the number 3 may point to there being 3 phases, or parts, to handling the serious problem/s connected with Pence or him specifically.  This may also have AI intelligence links and suggests Mike Pence may even be infected.  The Medusa stuff point to something much more ‘god-like’ being involved in this situation and there could be three specific beings involved more directly with him and even controlling him from other densities as does the ET mouse used for ‘gaming.’ Which may also suggest he’s  a pawn for higher level ETs pulling the strings.  The use of the term “hover” connects with robots and may suggest he is a ‘robot.’ Which may mean he is a clone.  In my personal experience with what I believe are robots I have found they have less soul essences.  Which makes sense when listening to the following YT video 

According to strange things there are 2 types of cloning: Replication cloning where it comes up as a baby they grow from the cells they put in to make the same person. Duplication cloning  they are grown upright in a big thick tank and there are different grades one to four,”organic robotoid”  

Strange Things. (Jan 10, 2018). Former illuminati insider: There are 2 types of Cloning. Retrieved from https://youtu.be/HJRkZd7DO1U

 

I believe this also connects with the following video and I would say his ‘androids’ sound like clones. He also shows Obama later in the real showing and how they can be controlled.

StelanTV. (Jun 5, 2015). “Androids Among Us – 2015 Edition”. YouTube. Retrieved from https://youtu.be/q4gosM0C40k

ET Gaming mouse could refer to and be connected with my hologram dreams as well, along with the potential that life is actually a hologram simulation game as others have stated.  The ET part also suggests ET involvement in this situation as well, which would also fit with the genetic experiment programs as shared by Corey Goode on Cosmic Disclosure episodes and more, along with their involvement in cloning and so much more.

The red head also points to the Nephilim which a friend of mine recently informed me the Nephilm also connect with the giants and that its said giants came about from when the ‘fallen’ angels had ‘union’ with Earthly women.  Not sure how that works out exactly! LOL. But, there you have it.

Giants again connect with another dream of mine that presents an interesting notion that time travel may be involved and giants weren't supposed to be 'giant' originally but an 'incorrect entry angle' caused size to be larger than originally intended.

 

Thanks for reading. 

Please post your questions or comments below. 

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2018_01_05_JAN PART 2 Living Giant and Game Changer

©January 2018 All Rights Reserved Ari Stone

January 13, 2018

Please read Corey Goode's recent SSP update and take special note of the giants info section. 

https://divinecosmos.com/start-here/davids-blog/1225-abr-legacy

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Part 2

2018_01_05_JAN Living Giant and Game Changers

… I didn’t recall feeling any special portal transport sensations this time. Different portals, have different sensations.  In another dream experience where I’d used a curtain portal, I felt like I flew apart in all directions for a brief moment and then came back together again reforming on the other side, however with this portal, we all simple transitioned into a brand new location in the blink of a dream eye…

I now found myself standing aboard a spaceship in what appeared to be the command center control room.  The ceiling was about fifteen feet or so above my head height. My family wasn't in the room with me and the room had a slightly home-movie-theatre style vibe to it being slightly more low lit for better theatre screen viewing, but still very well lit with natural daylight type lighting.

On the wall directly in front of me was the main flat screen movie display that ran almost the whole length of the room, even a good twenty to thirty feet long by at least ten foot tall. I was standing near the far left center area of the approximately thirty foot deep room and to three left of three rows of lightly arced grey table consuls, reminiscent to kitchen countertops but set low like a long gently curved desk.  

This room seemed to be the “President’s” lead military and secret operations command station center.  He was not an Earth based President.  He seemed to be the president of an entire planet or moon.  He was very well liked and respected by the people and more like a helms man placed to direct the till for the people because he liked it and was good at it.  Nobody was jealous or envious of his position because everyone else was also doing what they loved too, thusly everyone worked very well together.  

I looked more closely at three rows of console tables running the length of the main display screen, each consul row had various computer display screens and seats lining them, possibly 15 to 20 spots per row. The room also felt it was used as a congress meeting type area and looked to fit about 50 people max. There were around twenty to thirty humanoid looking beings currently in the room sitting or standing at various stations working on different things on the computers that affected things on the main movie screen.  

The main movie screen was currently displaying the most important war operation occuring.  It appeared right now that some type of excursion or extraction operation was successfully under way.  The people at the computers seemed to be heading up various and smaller operations in conjunction to the main one on the screen, where the success of the smaller operations, lead into the success of the main operation.  Like smaller excursions and networking of personnel.   I looked further around the room and was empathically told by someone, “You’ll be briefed soon.” and “He’ll be here soon.” I acknowledged and stayed where I was.

A few moments later a Dan Aykroyd looking guy walked in.  He was The President.  He walked over to me and clapped his hand on my shoulder in the same way he’d done with my Twin Flame, Gorik Nip Kaplin, when he’d asked him, “so what’s it gonna be man?” inferring if he was going to marry me or not in recent dream. Gorik had responded affirmatively and then they took me in front of hundreds even thousands of others on the base for our official marriage announcement. I had not expected that at all! But, Gorik was ready and happy to have received all the official approvals he’d needed in order to be with me and I was very happy to be with him and to begin our life together.  After our official presentation as husband and wife, he was going to take me around the base when I woke up and documented the experience on my dad’s birthday, December 16, 2017.  That was the second time I documented marrying my twin flame in soul-spirit realms, the first time was on June 7, 2013 at 6:45am. I didn’t know who Gorik was in Waking 3D Life (W3DL) the first time I married him partly due to him looking like a bear to me and because I hadn't met him in 3D yet. The ETs had arranged our first marriage according to “The Legend of the Bear Love.” During the ceremony the ETs had placed communication crystals on our heads, his on the left and mine on the right. It was the first time communication had occurred between our two species and with the communication crystals he and I could directly communicate with each other from here on out.   We were then taken back to our respective 3D homes by the spaceship after having only 3 to 4 more days together on the ship. The “Legend of the Bear Love” had been fulfilled and I missed him upon waking.   

Dan still having his hand on my shoulder began to brief me now about what was going on, on the main view screen.  It was an extraction still on-going and likely to be a highly successful operation. But, things were still underway and only about half of the way there.  It still seemed a little touch-and-go, but mostly it was doing great.  

Dan now directed my attention to the purple bar stamp marking on my wrist.  He let me know it allowed me to have access to the secret computer communications network here and the “stamp” had also allowed my family and me all to come on board the ship.   I still wasn’t entirely sure where the rest of my family was,  but I figured Lexi was likely playing with some other kids on the ship.

The ship reminded me of a lead command ship, feeling likened to an Air Force One type craft. Only this vessel was round and somewhere in outer space.

Dan asked me if I needed to send a message to my Twin Flame.  It seemed I did. I walked a little more over toward the left of the room and then more toward the front. I was now slightly more centrally located to the far left.  There was a hallway directly in front of me and to the left of the primary view screen that seemed to lead to the rest of the main ship areas. I figured my family was somewhere down that hall. Dan, gave me some leave, and went around the room speaking to various people and doing commander related things.  

I don’t know where the screen image was being projected from, but I was now looking at a projected image screen around three feet tall by five feet wide. I wondered if it just appeared wherever and whenever it was needed.  I stood a few feet back from the projection that hovered in the air like a hologram in front of me. It was unusual to observe as it was like a cross between what I imagine a smart glass pad might be like and a holographic projection.  Like liquid crystals and light, even watery-like. It had both physicality and not. I could feel some resistance to my touch but it was also still very holographic. It seemed it only became more solid where I needed to touch and interact with it, then, it’d be more holographic when not being touched or interacted with.

I now began my email message to Gorik and was looking to attach a picture image of a cat that he often appears to me as in dreams named Holly Molly.  Only this Holly Molly kat looked like a Sims 4 Pet before any color edits were performed and so she looked like a brown tabby cat with some stripes and she felt more scrapper like.  

I decided I first needed to have a brief conversation over the liquid-light screen with my green-witch friend online about her kat. Her kat was a key warning factor in something. The kat could see into the future some and could then warn of danger by how it responded or reacted in 3D life. If the kat was scared or bristly, it meant something was coming in W3DL in 1 to 3 hours. If calm and sleepy, then all was well and peaceful.  I finished my conversation with my friend.

I found the digital kat image I wanted to use and was now trying to attach a picture of this kat to my message for Gorik.  The kat in the image looked mad and like the Cheshire Cat and had a warning message like the robot for Will in the old black and white TV series called “Lost in Space” and the robot would issue warning to Will like, “Warning. Warning. Danger Will. Danger Will.”

I was having great difficulty trying to write this message to Gorik because every time I did, it changed to say something else.  The first time I thought I’d sent it successfully and then I reopened it to re-read and saw that Swype Predictive Text had change 2 or 3 words and some other ‘random’ text was being added, taken away, and/or words placed in the wrong spots altogether.

I thought I’d fixed it to read correctly and sent it a second time, only to find out after I’d sent it that it’d changed again.  I tried to fix it about 8 or 9 more times but every time it kept on changing words and messages on me. Finally, I just decided to type in the subject line: “READ THIS” like the kat picture had its own message and even a link to a YouTube video made by the kat delivering a message.  The Kat reminded of some old film that had a cat that could talk because of the collar it had and his name was mister Jingles or something.  

I finally thought I sent something that might actually say “Read Me” and it seemed it both did and didn’t get fixed and sent.  I decided, ‘oh well, to heck with it’, he’ll just have to use his intuition to tune in and figure out what it means and ‘I’ve done the best I can and I’m tired of this game.’

Dan came back over to me now.  Apparently, it was time to brief me on the real reason I was there. It seemed to be about an interspecies matter and I thought-felt he was going to take me to the lead white-grey reptilian to talk.  

He lead me across the back of the room, to my right, and in a straight line through an archway into a dining like room, then a hallway, and straight into another room with a door on the far wall.  As we walked across this room,  his energies indicated they needed my advice on what to do about this extremely high level matter and like I was the only one who could handle this. It seemed I was the one that had started it all in the first place and was the original lead negotiator on this particular and very sensitive matter. We walked across the medium sized room, to the door, and Dan opened it.

We entered into another smaller to medium sized room, with another large screen on the wall opposite us. But, much smaller in size to the main command station room.  More like 12 feet wide by 8 feet tall.  On the screen was a very large giant. I quickly surmised if he was in the room standing next to me, he may be a good 20 feet tall. He had impeccably groomed hair and matching well groomed facial beard hair that was more of a brown-red color as opposed to a red with slight brown hues.  

I had been expecting a Draco and Dan replied to that thought saying, “No.” and “I think this matter is much more important.”  I felt only a momentary ping of nervousness, but I wasn’t really nervous. It was more just my human-Earth-body type pre-programmed response. As I noted it as such, I no longer felt nervous at all. We walked up to the screen and stood about about eight to ten feet away,  with Dan to my left.

I was still trying to figure out why I was brought here and what they wanted me to solve.

I stood there looking into the screen at the giant, it was a two-way viewer, the giant could also see us too. I began asking the giant some questions to figure things out and listened for a bit as he responded to my questions.

I then noticed to my right and up front by the movie screen there was a cubby like room to the right, with a lot of equipment being operated by an attractive blond haired lady wearing white appearing in her 30’s. She said, “This is a portal.” indicating the screen. The equipment in front of her was how she was operating the portal so we could have this transmission right now with the giant.

Dan left the room as I pondered on this portal’s process. It seemed like it was a rather complex and/or complicated process with what I viewed as very clompity technology being used.

In my mind it was like an old 4-tran computer filling a room with punch cards for simple math calculations. Her equipment space was more like a small to medium closet sized space, but equally filled up with computer like equipment.  I was glad it was her and not me operating it, seemed encumbering, especially when compared to how I just make portals with my hands and will as needed. But, this technology seemed necessary for this purpose.

I affirmed to her that I understood what she meant about the nature of the portal and she then followed up her first comment with, “and the giant really misses his daughter.”  

Dan now returned with an at least 7 foot tall giantess with him. She came and stood next to me on my left,  Dan stood mire behind us as the giantess said, “Hi Dad.” to the giant on the screen. The giant-dad began telling his daughter how much he really missed her.  

I noted a bed in front of the giant-dad with a giant toddler daughter appearing to be sleeping in it.  I saw the toddler rustle and move a little bit. She felt to be only about 6 or 7 years old and seemed to be just as tall as the 20-something giantess daughter standing next to me, who was also the toddler’s sister.  The toddler-giant was wearing navy blue pajamas with crescent moons and circles to represent stars on them.  She was aimed facing away from us and all her features including hair seemed as if covered with a blanket.  It felt she was both shy and tired.  I thought this might be her regular nap hour.  

I addressed the blond lady, “This is a portal right?” indicating the screen and then tapped on it twice with my right index finger knuckle like it was a curiosity antique to me,  then said “Why can’t he just come here if this is a portal?”  The blond lady responded, “It’s not ‘that’ kind of portal.” It was apparently a “one-way” portal “to” here on the base station and the daughter with us seemed to have used it and couldn’t go back to where her dad was by using it again.

The giant dad, Ricktor, now spoke up again to his daughter saying, “Yeah, it’s not ‘that’ kind of portal” I realized just then,  he couldn’t come here using this portal now either.  It was apparently a “one-time” and “one-way” use only kind of portal and, Trinity, the giantess-daughter seemed to have been the one to use that one trip.  

I mused to myself now about making and using my blue thatch portal with the “x” hashings, thinking maybe he could come visit and hug her and etc and stay for a week or two and then go back via one of my blue thatch portals instead.

Ricktor continued speaking and lamenting, “I knew it was going to be hard. I just didn’t realize how hard.”  He really missed Trinity.  He felt to be a single dad for some reason and that there was no mother in the picture at all.  I wasn’t sure if something had happened to her, or if there was some other type of mutual agreement in place.  

Ricktor, was considering the potential of coming to the ship via an alternate portal like mine.  But, then he decided he couldn’t because he was the only parent responsible for the toddler-giant-daughter and there was no one else who could watch her if he was gone.  So, he had decided he had to stay where he was for now with his toddler-daughter because it was still too dangerous to leave her there alone.  He seemed to have moderate freedom where he was at and like he could go around the base.  He wasn’t in lockdown or anything and he didn't seem to have any typical slave duties for some reason, but it was a very high security place of some sort and he didn’t seem to be able to go ‘outside.’  But, he could largely go where he wanted to inside the compound or grounds he was at.    

Ricktor and Trinity began exchanging what felt to be goodbyes now of very heartfelt words like, “I love you” and “I love you so, so, much” and “I miss you so, so, much.” and, “I’m ok” and  “all is well” and “I’ll be in touch soon.”  This felt to be one of three times they’d gotten to see each other and visit-chat. They’d missed each other since Trinity incarnated into the human form I knew her in, in W3DL.

It seemed the blond lady and other crew had also just finally finished fixing this 2 way communication portal device,  so it could now be used now by us and 24/7 hereafter.  They had somehow tapped into what felt like one of the many white single-eye-spy security cameras placed all around the base location he was at and they could monitor him in the room at all times and he could communicate with us too as needed. This seemed to be an ok thing that only those who ‘needed to know’ about this arrangement did. It wasn’t being broadcast all over the base about this now constant 2-way communication portal. They hadn’t had to do anything super sneaky reconnaissance style to tap the system, but it was something being kept on the down-low for now.

Ricktor’s room seemed small to me.  Like maybe just big enough for a couple of beds, a small kitchen area, and a bathroom somewhere.  The areas around him seemed blacked out, like I was looking at him through a black-based-portal. Reminiscent to the one I’d thrown out from my hands and used to rescue Andrew with in another dream.

Looking in through this portal I could mostly only see Ricktor and black around him like a circle and a door behind to his left. The toddler-giantess took a little extra focus to see.

Ricktor was impeccably clean and well groomed. I could tell he took a healthy pride in his appearance and cleanliness. His very full beard and mustache, at least an inch thick, were equally perfectly groomed and went around his face connected with the rest of his hair at his ears.  He wore a red plaid long sleeved button down shirt and possibly light blue jeans and had a sort of old school Paul Bunyan style vibe. He was notably extremely kind.

Then I was brought back to my body, by some type of light-waves beam.

7:33am

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Living Giant and Game Changers

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W3DL = Waking 3D Life

2018_01_05_JAN Living Giant and Game Changers

PART 1

I found myself exiting a very large and modern future tech building.  It vibed of being like Intel and was large like a mall.  I quickly exited the building with my Mom, Dad, and Daughter.  We were walking at a very brisk pace, hoping to not get detained.  I looked back to see if we were being followed and then up at/to the flat modern-esk rooftop as well.  Everything looked clear.  It reminded me of the Sims 3 Into the Future pack.  We had to leave because we were seeing how this future timeline’s destination had gotten off course.  The world was very Interplanetary Corporate Conglomerate style (ICC) and even as if Hillary or Obama had won and were still in a position of power and control even all these many years later.  This was a future negative timeline, we needed to change it . . . and now . . .

NOTE – I recommend reading full articles to ensure understanding of context. Thank you. -

 “The syndicate groups could not easily leave the Earth for refuge on off-planet locations due to a recent lockdown on airspace on and around Earth by what Goode describes as the “lower level SSP” comprising the National Reconnaissance Office (NRO), USAF Space Command, etc. The latter had deployed technology establishing an “Earth Defense Grid” coordinated from an “air (and space) traffic control” established on the Moon (Lunar Operations Command – LOC).

He said the LOC is currently controlled by the Interplanetary Corporate Conglomerate which is coordinating with the lower level SSP’s. The latter was instructed not to clear SSP Alliance flights into Earth’s air space.”

Salla, Michael. “Secret Space Program Battle over Antarctic Skies During Global Elite Exodus.” Exopolitics.org. 16 Jun. 2016. Web. 10 Jan. 2018

<http://exopolitics.org/tag/interplanetary-corporate-conglomerate/>

Oswaldtwistle Moor, part of the West Pennine Moors, in Lancashire, UK – Wikipedia File: Oswaldtistle Moor (by(Orphan Wiki).jpg

very tall Men-In-Black-style men caught up with us, detaining us.  One stopped both my parents by grabbing my mother.  He towered over them appearing at least 7-foot-tall, lean and wearing a charcoal grey suit.  The other MIB wearing a black suit came over and took up standing residence next to me.  I could feel his eyes directly upon me even through his almost pitch black square sunglasses.  He was equally as tall and lean as his partner in the charcoal grey suit who diverged slightly further by wearing vision spectacles.  I didn’t fully know if we should trust these guys.  They felt like double agent infiltrators for the good side, but I was suspicious because they appeared to be working for the ICC and they felt slightly blurred on their team lines. 

PHOTO: http://www.abc.net.au/news/2018-01-12/underground-martian-ice-deposit-on-mars/9325398 (Supplied by NASA) Close Up of Below Ice shelf image.

The charcoal grey suit MIB now pulled out a small black light responsive white-color-clear-ink stamper for paper orders, that read “VOID.”  He held my mother’s wrist and hand in place as he stamped the word across her right hand just above her knuckles with the letters running the full length of her knuckles and the word upside down to her view.  He then pulled out a second same sized stamper that read “PAID” and he stamped that just above the VOID stamp and nearer to her wrist.  He then empathed to us he was ‘on our side’ as he pulled out a third stamper.  My mom didn’t trust them and she telepathed to me to hold our ground because if we tried to bolt it would arouse too much suspicion.  We were notable business members of this society with slightly more freedoms and thereby had special access privileges to be in this field.  This stamping seemed ‘standard’ procedure.  The MIB man in charcoal grey proceeded to stamp Mom with the third same size and shape stamper.  He placed it just above the PAID stamp and on her wrist.  It was also ultraviolet frequency light responsive, but it was a solid-purple-color-fluorescent-black-light-ink and shaped as a solid color rectangular bar.  None of these stamps were visible in the broad daylight of the grassy field we now stood in aside from a few faint wet ink gloss marks.  He now began stamping my dad in the same way.  Mom telepathed we’d figure out something later, it felt we were escaping Auschwitz and the most important things were to get out of there physically first.  The first two stamps were likened to when leaving Disneyland and you get your hand stamped so you can return with it already being known you paid.  

Grimm, Nick. “Mars water ice reserves found on Red Planet suggest potential for human colonisation. Abc.net. 12 Jan. 2018. Web. 12 Jan. 2018. Retrieved from <http://www.abc.net.au/news/2018-01-12/underground-ice-deposits-found-on-mars/9325056>

The charcoal grey suit MIB finished stamping my dad and the black suit MIB made his move on me and firmly grabbed me holding me close to his stomach chest area, which is where my head height came to on him and he stamped me in the same way his partner had just finished stamping my parents.  The MIB holding me then empathed to us “it's gonna be ok” and that they had to do that to track us.  These stamps had microscopic nanites in them that were now entering our systems.  The third stamper seemed like some type of seal for access to where we were going next.  It occurred to me, they may have been stamping us with tracking for the good guys and giving the illusion of using the bad guy’s tracking stampers of VOID and PAID so they could safely do it.  They both now seemed to discreetly ‘wink’ at us from under their glasses. 

Mom still didn’t trust them.  But, that was to be expected, as it seemed I was the only one that knew they were double agents because of my dreams.  However, because I had dream memories of them acting in two different capacities I didn’t for sure know which way they were choosing now.  I wasn’t afraid of them, so that was my biggest clue their intentions were likely for the good of all and fixing the screwed-up timelines.  Satisfied with the completion of their stamping, they walked off and away from us.  They pulled out their walkie-talkies and radioed in that they’d stamped us.  I wasn’t sure what side they were radioing.  I could readily overhear them as they walked away from us talking over their walkie-talkies.  It sounded like a space station transmission with contact words and then static between them, “Houston” Bzzzshhht . . .. “Houston” bzzzzshhht “Do you read me?” Bzzzzshhht. . .  

Reminding me of this YouTube video shared by a friend in W3DL in connection with their dream just prior and connecting to this YT posting:

Secureteam10. (Jan 3, 2018). SECRET Satellite to Speak With Unknown Group. Retrieved from https://youtu.be/ciaSosapI5Q 

Both MIB now stood approximately 20 feet away from us, they stopped and then turned around to watch us.  They were observing us visually to see where we were going and what we were going to do next.

That’s when I realized we’d been tagged and were likely being tracked with some kind of advanced nanite technology.  I reached my consciousness inside of myself to energy check the nanites.  They felt friendly and like I could communicate with them and instruct them as needed.  I quickly focused my consciousness and set them to task to make me “not” remember things, in order to ensure my safety.  I set them like a time portal access that would activate my memories again when we crossed a certain threshold point or spot in time.  Once we reached those points they were to “unplug” and give me re-access to all my memories.  I realized it would be too dangerous to have full recall during this process because we’d be trackable.

I looked more fully now across the expanse of the field and noticed we were approaching a group of 7 round silver basin fountains to our left.  Each set on an individual single solid silver metal post at varying heights and clustered together in a sort of crude row.  It struck me as random seeing these fountains here.  Until I thought of the Antarctic’s Mount Vinson dream with the triangle craft and the locking 7 doors dream with the Nazca Being connection.

MLordandGod. (Sept 19, 2017). Antarctica’s Imprisoned ETs, Fallen Beings of Old, Abominable Entities Living Underground. Retrieved from https://youtu.be/5GbBGTGt3-s

…and the originating article…

Salla, Michael. “Antarctica and Imprisoned Fallen Angels from the Book of Enoch.”

Exopolitics.org. 4 Apr. 2017. Web. 26 Oct. 2017. Retrieved from

http://exopolitics.org/antarctica-and-imprisoned-fallen-angels-from-book-of-enoch/

I watched my mother step up to a fountain and press the button.  Water shot out at a normal volume and she immediately placed her stamped hand under the water flow to try to wash off the stamps.  Dad and my daughter stood to the side watching.  I finally broke the silence, “Yeah, guess I should do that too.”  I really didn’t expect it to actually do anything other make the stamp ink markings even more invisible considering they weren’t made of just ink.  But, I had decided, ‘if mom thinks we should do that maybe there is something more to it and I’ll try to wash mine off too.’  Mom finished and I stepped up to the fountain that set immediately next to the left of the one she had used and just slightly lower.  I mumble-muttered, “Prob’ not gonna work anyway considering the nanite tech, but what they hay…” Mom acknowledged that too and wasn’t happy about this tagging but we all seemed to know it had to be done. 

I looked back over my shoulder again at the MIB guys, they were still watching us and making sure we weren’t going to try any drastic methods of removals or ways that would actually work.  I returned my attention mostly back to the fountain spout and pressed the button.  A very powerful stream of water arced up in a high “C” shape and back down again almost getting both my parents wet.  I said, “Geeze! Who designs these to do that.”  I lessened the amount of pressure on the button and the water flow went down to a reasonable amount.  I place my hand in the water stream for a few seconds.  I noted again the MIBs still watching us and spotted their “TV” style wrist watches, likely communication devices.  They were looking at us like, ‘Look how silly they are being about this.’ 

I then decided to take a drink of water.  The first sip was very bad and bitter tasting.  I spit it out thinking it was just the fountain clearing itself of old water in metal pipes.  I tried again and got a mouthful . . . it was DISGUSTING!!! It tasted like bitter metal.  (This was a memory re-access point I had set that I had just reached in my Waking 3D Life.  Our longtime bottled water company “Deep Rock” had decided to change their water sealing system and the flavor of the water tasted just as bad as the water in these fountains. We terminated our water contract with them.) Mom responded, “Yeah, I know, the drinking water isn’t very good; it’s why I didn’t even try to have any.”  I was now spit-drooling the water out through my tightly clenched teeth like I was a boxer that had just been punched in the gut.

It was time to move forward again, we couldn’t afford to waste any more time here.  We began to walk briskly towards the far end of the meadow-field.  I observed in the distance what felt to be a traditional five to ten-foot drop to the sandy beach.  It also reminded me of Lake Taupo in New Zealand and how it also had this same cold ocean vibe when I was there in the more winter months in W3DL and I also thought of Ireland with all the green grasses.  We continued walking, hoping the MIB guys would get bored and stop watching us.  We knew the ocean edge was an illusion.  We continued now without looking back because watching us or not, we were going . . .  we reached the ocean’s grassy-sandy-dune edge, which was actually the portal curtain . . . and stepped through it. . .

©JANUARY 2018 Ari Stone

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As of January 10, 2018 this blog will be of my personal dreams and the connecting 3D data

info, and events that match my Shamanic Dream Vision Journey experiences in Waking 3D Life. Get ready for a wild ride, an exciting adventure, and waking up to the reality that DREAMS are REAL . . .

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Black Needs White, White Needs Black

BLACK NEEDS WHITE, WHITE NEEDS BLACK

Black needs White, 

White needs Black.

Black and White, White and Black
The glorious illusion of contrast.

Black with its inky thick darkness,
White with it fluffy light brightness.

Black with its absorption of all that is,
White with its reflection of all that is.

Black needs White,

White needs Black.

Black sings to the depths of contrast,
White speaks of form into existence.

Black rivets in line of darkness,
White radiates the essence of colors.

Black whispers to stability and structure
White declares of freedom and grace.

Black needs White,

 White needs Black.

Black balances White
White balances Black.

Black marries White
White marries Black.

Balance is restored,
Restoration is balanced.

Black needs White,

 White needs Black.

White & Black, seeming opposites,
Black & White, One and the same.

White needs Black, 

Black needs White.

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