2017_03_29_MAR MAGIK LIGHT UP CRYSTALS – MJ12

My Magik Light Up Crystals 3.29.17 dream - emailed to SBA on 6.15.17 - shows the cleanup being done regarding naughty groups at the higher energetic levels and connects with Dr Michael Salla’s MJ12 article as published 6.16.17 and Robert David Steele PhiBetaIota articles:

“A new leaked Majestic-12 document was released on June 14 which describes a variety of extraterrestrial related encounters with humanity.”

Salla, Michael. “New Majestic Documents Reveals US Diplomatic Reveals US Diplomatic Relations with Extraterrestrials.” exopolitics.org. Exoploitic.org. 16 Jun. 2017. Web. 16 Jun. 2017

http://exopolitics.org/majestic-document-reveals-us-diplomatic-relations-with-extraterrestrials/

Phibetaiota.net. Public Intelligence Blog. 2 July. 2017. Web. 2 July. 2017.

< https://phibetaiota.net/2017/07/michael-salla-expolitics-including-mars-colony/>.

Wikipedia Majestic 12  info:

“In UFO conspiracy theories, Majestic 12 (or MJ-12) is the code name of an alleged secret committee of scientists, military leaders, and government officials, formed in 1947 by an executive order by U.S. President Harry S. Truman to facilitate recovery and investigation of alien spacecraft.”

“Majestic 12" Wikipedia.com. Wikipedia. 18 Jan. 2018. Web. 11 Feb. 2018.

< https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Majestic_12 >

2017_03_29_MAR MAGIK LIGHT UP CRYSTALS – MJ12

Most important for me to know right now.

1:04am

I am a very powerful being of light.  Babanoosh, Caranesh . . .

I was on a mansion of sorts.  It felt like a competition was occurring among fake ‘witches’ and players, pretending they had powers they didn’t.

I was at home, only it was a mansion.  My 9-year-old daughter’s friends, Lindsey and Danilla, had come over to visit.  I forgot they were visiting and went looking for the girls all around the house.  I finally discovered them in a large fancy TV room with a fancy black piano.   All the girls had their sleeping bags out on the floor, ready for a sleepover.

Danilla began to speak to me, telling me a dark entity was scaring her.  I told her to transmute it into something she liked instead.  All she had to do was send light through it.

To help her feel better, we all got up and walked out of the room to talk some more at the western style mini bar area.

Dani wasn’t sure how to transmute things.  I told her, “Just blow all the love and light through it you can possibly imagine.”  She tried visualizing and said, “like this?”  I could see the dark energy she was afraid of.  She didn’t believe she could do it because she wasn’t a ‘witch’ like me.  So, she failed to transmute it, her first try.  I encouraged her, assuring her that she could do it.  She visualized the light transmutation a second time, this time believing in herself.  I said, “Yeah, like that.”  This time she was successful.  She gave me a huge smile followed by a very big hug and a thank you.  Lindsey and Lexi had just been watching.  Lexi commented that she could do it some too.

Then, I walked off to another section of the mansion . . .

I came across an odd bike.  It had four legs (like a table) that snapped into a single row on a stationary base.  It looked more like a motorcycle with a rail that the wheels snapped into like roller blades.

A young man was watching me that seemed to like me.  He was attractive.  I wasn’t looking to hook up, but was open to the potential, if it arose.  He began to tell me how to snap it in and out from the base.  I already knew and was doing it for the second time now.  For a brief moment, he felt a little silly trying to tell me how to do something I already knew how to do.  However, he was glad to offer me assistance and advice when I needed to line up the wheels and snap them into place when off the stationary base.  We finished snapping the bike into place in the single file motorcycle like rail from off the base.  I got on and peddled out by the pool.

Now there were chemtrails overhead with nano-bots in them.  I saw a TV weather news report saying the nano-bots were in the chemtrails and had been released and activated in everyone to take control of them.  Immediately I energetically ‘checked’ myself.  I felt like me, still having full control.

I continued riding my bike outside the church-like mansion doors and around the rest of the rectangular, freshwater pool.

I was on my way to where the main competition was being held and where all the competitors were gathering.  I already knew a number of them were corrupted and others were taken over by the nano-bots.  I was on my way to correct this situation.

I entered the large practice atrium where some of the competitors were and got off my bike.  The darkened room lit up with my presence.  The main competition was to take place in the adjoining atrium.

I pulled out two very long rows of magically linked up crystals (like ropes) and held one in each of my hands.  Each rope was made up of 15 - 22 crystals magically linked together with seeming gaps of space between each crystal. The crystals reminded me of a handful of my extra special Waking 3D Life crystals like my Lemurian Rainbow Light Bridge, Atlantean Seed Crystal, John of God crystal, and my two military supercut ZPMs; each crystal in the rows was beautiful and perfectly cut.  The crystal-rope in my left hand glowed a deep sky blue and the one in my right hand glowed a beautiful green. They felt like strong and powerful whips in my hands and extended around 5 feet in length.  They hover-floated in the air with my hands holding onto the ends.  I thought and pointed them up, to test them.  They were currently each knotted once forming a loose circular loop.  I flew up gently into the air, with no pressure on my joints or weight on any of my body.

I overheard ego competitors arrogantly proclaiming they had magik when they largely had none amongst all of them, minus a few with very juvenile age level skills likened to a 7-year-old but even less adept.

I continued to test-whip-motion the crystals as if two reigns guiding a horse pulling a sleigh, saying “giddy up, let's go.”  The crystals lifted up even higher now and I began speaking my language and eliminating bad-evil competitors in the practice area, one by one.  Few competitors noticed anything at all, at first. Most of the competitors in this atrium were more energetically present than physical with the exception of 8 or 9.  I picked off the more ethereal aspects of 2 or 3 with the crystals.  More competitors began to look at me now and were curious about what I was doing.  I said, “Here follow me and see a real demonstration of proper powers when welded correctly for the highest good of all.”  I let the crystals guide me gently back down to the floor.  I had only revealed a fraction of what I was yet to do in the main competition area, keeping my proverbial cards close to my chest.

I walked out of the practice atrium and into the main competition atrium.  It felt dark at first, then it lit up at my presence as I entered allowing me to see.

I now spoke loudly and clearly to all the teams in the atrium and a red team off in the distance still on their way in.  I began telling them what I was about to do and if they wanted to see someone with real powers they needed to listen up, observe, watch, and learn.  I did not share my secrets.

I heard mutterings in the crowd about the crystals I was welding. They were saying that no one had been able to weld those crystals before me.  Many had tried over the course of the years, but the whips would stay limp like a necklace.  However, with me holding them they glowed and came to life.  

Internally, I knew it was the connection of my spirit with the essences of the crystals, along with my will and belief that gave us power.  I felt that the crystals also had a say in this as well.  Therefore, we worked in perfect agreement and harmony.

It was time.

I thought-felt-directed, “Up” and the crystals untangled from the large loop knot I had ensured leaving in when using them in the practice atrium.  The crystal ropes straightened up causing me to glide up with them as they glowed with power in their respective blue and green colours.

I looked up at the atrium ceiling and saw 12 huge flags placed in grid-rows of 3 by 4. Each flag represented a team. There were stars in a circle on one flag.  Another was green with white stars.  I began speaking my language and then very specific words.  As I said each word, I rose up toward the flags.  As I called out each “team name”, their flag disappeared from the rows.  They’d been eliminated for cheating, being evil, and not playing fair.  I continued to rise up and call off Greek (?) team names.  The names came out of me and rolled off my lips as though old familiar names.  I called off five different names, like Beta Mu Upsilon and other names, and five different flags disappeared from gameplay.

Evil players were cowering and trying to hide unnoticed in the shadows.  There were maybe about 3 more teams to call out.  2 of those 3 were highly likely to be called out, the 3rd potentially questionable.  The few other remaining teams had been largely ignorant of all the cheating, evil, and controlling ways of the others to this point.  Some had noticed and were so glad and relieved like the ‘chosen one’ was finally there.  Like I was Arthur or something having pulled Excalibur from the stone.  I replied to their thoughts, “What would I do with a sword? Go stab, knife, or slice this guy or that guy? Then, when done just set it aside or go on about how great I was for knifing and slicing others?  NOOOooooo way . . . . this is WAY BETTER . . .”  I indicated the crystals and instead removing evil players from gameplay and then placing them in a soul holding quarantine tank, for proper handling and cleansing later was better.

I thought of the cigar type ships I've been on.

After eliminating the 5th and possibly 6th evil-bad team, I woke up.  

1:57am

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NO Solar Flash (pt1)- Prior Thoughts and More

Why I don't believe in a #SolarFlash . . .

Read my Glowing Finger Points to Change dream from 2013 that turned out to be the same prison keeper lady in the ICC prison escape I posted about a week ago. 

http://aristoneart.blogspot.com/2018/01/20180109jan-escaping-icc-prison-with-my.html?m=1

In most instances,  I know who everyone in the dream is in 3D. I've seen hundreds of things now that connect with my dreams that have come to pass in 3D that I was sharing with a group I was lead to believe were awake, but evidence has shown them to be otherwise and this too is in accordance with my dreams.

What I have seen now occur 100s, even 1000s, of times now is this:

"What we do in dreams, determines what we experience in 3D."

I will be writing a paper on what dreams truly are and why the cabal uses trusted spiritual teachers to disseminate lies about them being nothing but subconscious panderings where they say everyone in the dream is you and in the next breath tell you we are all one. 

Coming up soon... I will also post about the AI agenda of the cabal to get a prominent spiritual teacher in 3D to give his soul to them willing. they work via the spirit -soul realms and get permission there First directly from the soul, then they can do stuff to them in 3D.  If a soul is still asleep in 3D regarding certain areas, they often appear to me in the dream as drunk, drugged, or under a spell and I get called in to help protect them. In a particular dream I will be sharing, "Galactic Rescue," I have seen 4 big things that have already occur in 3D. The big one, is yet to manifest fully in 3D.

As more and more things come to light in 3D, I will reveal key info showing more connections and teach the associated lessons.

Such as marriage being largely a cabal death contract for souls to kill each other with the false belief its "honor" and "moral" to stay with someone killing you or vise versa in spirit - soul dream realms.  Marriage is often a suicide pact or agreement by two souls to murder each other in socially acceptable ways, as denoted by the "death do us part" final clause.   Please note,  in most instances both people are good people without a clue what they are doing to each other in soul - spirit (dream) realms that then manifests in 3D.  The results of the spirit-soul realm abuses are often manifest in 3D as things like disease,  accidents,  depressions,  cancers, etc.  This is why what we do in dream realms is so important.

Dreams can also alert you to potential suicides,  accidents to avoid,  and even people trying to manipulate you. I  recently had one guy show me in a dream the world's largest snake I have EVER seen, maybe even 100ft long, 3ft diameter center area, coiled up on a huge cart about 15ft long, 12ft wide and 20 ft high with logs like a bird perch the snake was coiled all around. Snakes warn of someone who will intentionally do things to manipulate and control you.   In 3D the guy behaved in accordance with what he showed me in the dream. So I already knew to not argue because he was already set in his agenda and it would have served no purpose other than let him be justied in his mind about the lies he was already believing.

So stay tuned... I'll be posting a lot of my controversial views regarding many spiritual beliefs that have gone off skew and put people in religious and psychological traps, like "mirrors".... and more....

My core message is to awaken each person to their own innate truths and heart wisdom (true knowledge. The knowledge of remembering.)  to activate their own magikal abilities in dream realms... heart and truth.

All Magikal abilities are resonant first with how honest you are to yourself and thereby others which ties into heart understanding. Together these are the core of what Love really is. Those with head knowledge and little to no real heart knowledge will still remain powerless in dreams and at the mercy of others who they still resonate (and often fight) with.

True understanding resonates from the 'heart,' as does all wisdom and knowledge of the ages....

...Love...

NO Solar Flash (pt2)? . . . here's why. . .

More detail on why I don't believe in a #solarflash

The whole solar flash thing is really about division and separation.

Here's why, to my understanding a solar flash is about splitting the timelines and creating (once again, the time loop of duality) those supposedly of the light banishing those of the dark. 

Now, I don't know about you... but logically, this is also in complete contradiction with the often next tandem claimed belief...."we are all one." 

Simply put,  if we are "all one" as they say and all about "unity,"  then who does it make sense to, to be so eager to banish 1/2 their body into some other reality and timeline abyss. How will continuing to divide "the one body" ever create the "unified one body" they speak of? 

I think these spiritual teachers have great sounding words (talk) that we are all one, but they need to recognize that division and separation will never be unity no matter how much they want to peddle it as such.

Those truly of love and light understand the light is about sharing.  It is not a weapon to threaten others with. It is a tool for healing of the self and others. It is a gift and it is to be shared.

So, I do not believe in a solar flash.... at least not in the way spiritual-religious teachers are trying to push it onto humanity as being love and unity while the truth they are promoting is division and separation.

In my dreams I work with vast amounts of light and I use it to heal (love) the darkest and scariest of entities and beyond. It is never used to be cruel, abusive, or threatening.

I have also experienced (in another dream) what others might call #ascension (solar flash). In the dream I dissolved into and became one with the aethers. During that experience I realized that raising my vibration was necessary because it was such incredible ecstasy of pure love, that my physical form would have likely exploded from the sheer glory of it had I not raised my vibration to be more of a match with the energies prior to the merging.  

I had merged with the aethers to teleport between two places in the blink of an eye. The soul of the being in the dream with me and holding my hands, didn't even know I'd left and returned.

Real light understands the dark is also a part of itself and for true #unity to be achieved the only "selection" of who gets the light should be.... Everyone...

The light of love is for everybody and everything,  this is true Unity.

2013_02_18_FEB Prison and Glowing Finger Points to Change

© February 2018 Ari Stone All Rights Reserved

Between February 18-25, 2013

2013_02_18-25_FEB  PRISON AND GLOWING FINGER POINTS TO CHANGE

I was in some kind of prison compound as a seeming prisoner.  It felt like I was “new” but had been there a long time. Then I realized it was the shift in energies that made it new.

Myself and the other prisoners were let outside for our recess type break.  There were hundreds of others.

It was time.

The sign had been given.  There was a man in the prison who had been making a 5 page book of nude images of himself over the course of the past 5 days, likely Gorik as a man.

I rose up in the air, in my flowing white robe and began to speak another language to summon even greater powers.  This wasn’t the first time I had raised up like this and many others had seen me do this before.  

My right index finger brightened and light shone forth from it.  

I floated down pointing.  People were afraid of being pointed out as I would be pointing out those who’d performed evil acts on others.  Prisoners cleared the area I was near.  But, the prisoners mostly needn't worry about being pointed out; it was the controllers, prison keepers, and prison guards who needed to fear.  

I floated with my pointing glowing finger past a prison record keeper lady in a small box-prison-guard-station.  She was relieved.  

I floated inside the main prison keeper building being guided by my glowing finger. 

Then my finger stopped and pointed at a woman with the name tag “Carrie” who felt like an accountant for this (likely) ICC prison camp system.  I expected her to be engulfed in light, instead my finger stopped glowing.  I was surprised.  I had expected the entire prison camp to be enveloped in white light and everyone and everything to be transmuted and changed instantly.  I realized immediately the plan had been changed and the counsel on high had ordered it, as the prison keepers and evil doers  were waking up on their own accord and starting to have empathy, compassion, and remorse for all their wrongs committed. Carrie was an example showing they were waking up on their own accord.

Carrie spoke up now, “Me . . . Again?.” I’d pointed her out the week prior.

(See ICC Prison Escape with my Twin Flame - http://aristoneart.blogspot.com/2018/01/20180109jan-escaping-icc-prison-with-my.html )

I said, “Why did you do that?” inferring about having taken the baby boy Gorik. She was having remorse for her wrong and cared about what she had done to hurt him as a baby and was now trying to make amends.   She took me over to a 5 page book it seemed to be the same 5 page book with the man’s naked images inside it.  She told me she had to take the baby and his yellow crochet blanket because she was forced by what seemed like 5 guerilla terrorist men wearing red. She said they would have killed her had she not taken the child.  She was very scared and worried about what I might do to her.

I looked intently at her and felt great compassion for her and would allowing her the chance to do good by me and the baby . . . who was now a man. . .

© February 2018 Ari Stone All Rights Reserved

 

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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