2018_06_12_JUN ATACAMA SPACESHIP

©June 12, 2018  All Rights Reserved Alyssa Montalbano

June 12, 2018

11:17pm

The night before the legal docs and letter delivery to Gorik and Fran the attorney

3:08am

“They” were trying to think of things to say ‘otherwise.’  But, they could not, as Gorik had already acquiesced to everything.  It seemed I was in process now of writing a less formal doc to say this.  It was more for them and their understanding and not anything I needed to write.  I wrote because I care about them and wanted to hear their side of things.  

These were the message waking thoughts about legal docs served on the opposing party due to arrive tomorrow.   

About 9:20 am

 Two Hang Glider Guys with Domino Pizza style Coloring

I found myself outside with a couple of guys, with a rectangular glider. The left half was blue the right half white, reminding me of the Domino’s Pizza.   The winds were up and blowing about all of us.  The two guys ran together with the one glider.  One of the guys reminded me of the actor from Good Luck Charlie named PJ Duncan in the show. PJ was wearing a sky blue outfit that looked like he was prepared for skydiving instead. They both now took off running into the winds and got lift.  They went up around fifty feet but, the winds were erratic and their glider was now being tossed all over the place.  They looped and flipped with the glider, then went up and down, sideways, and almost like they were doing all sorts of rolls.  PJ, the control flyer, decided it was time to take the glider down.  As they approached around ten feet above the ground the second guy dropped off and then PJ.

The winds were about to take the glider back up into the air and such that it might be lost forever.  PJ expertly ran after it, just as the glider was about to zing right back up into the winds, PJ caught up with it and quickly jumped up and caught it.  He briefly went up a little ways with the glider into the winds, then he managed to somehow get it to come back down and as he got near the ground he ran with the glider and also used the rubber soles of his shoes like anti-lock brakes placing them down intermittently as he was near the ground and could and slow the glider. 

Finally, PJ got the glider down safely.  He asked if any of the rest of the small group of us standing there wanted to try.  I replied, “Maybe later, but certainly not now.”  PJ grinned at me and then seemed to fold the glider in half to transport it.

Bus Driver Deposed and Atacama Space Ship

 A team of fifteen to thirty people along with myself got onto the comfy coach charter style bus, I made my way almost to the back of the bus and sat down.  The driver was a heavy set male around the age of 30.  He reminded me of a former heavy set friend I knew named Jack.  Jack, also seemed to be Gorik.  Jack was a very skilled bus driver and the bus took off now for wherever it was we were headed.

Behind me sat a dad with his cute sweet little baby girl, that’d been very sick and had been throwing up all night on him with the flu or a flu-like virus.  He was worried that she didn’t look so good and he said to me, “Do you think she’s going to make it?”  His baby girl had been very ill and had a fever through the night too.  I said “Yes” as I touched the baby girl’s forehead.  She reminded me of a mannequin or doll with her bald head.   She seemed to be ok to me now and the worst of the flu bug seemed to have been now passed.  The dad asked me if I wanted to hold her for a while.  I said, “ok” and he handed her forward to me.

As she was being handed up to me over the back of my seat, she aged to being about 6 or 7 years old.  She sat next to me on my left and then lay with her head behind my back and somehow resting her head on my far shoulder.  This was the same unusual position the youngest son of Gorik’s had taken when I was travelling with him in a dream a couple nights prior.   

The now little girl looked up at me and asked, “Do you think I’ll make it?” Both she and her father had thought she would die from the virus.  She also reminded me of the mucus snuffle nosed clear baby snake I was helping nurse back to heath in another dream, which also had to do with Gorik.  I replied to her, “Yes. I believe you are going to be just fine and everything is going to be ok.  It is largely based on what you believe anyway.”   She had more believed she would be fine during the sickness, but her dad had been the one worrying and projecting death onto her.  That was also why he wanted me to hold her for a while; he knew my beliefs for her were strong and that she’d be ok.  I continued to hold and comfort her, she now vibed a little of being my daughter Lexi and I felt love for her as though my own.

I felt a little sorry for the dad as he smelled a bit barfy-like from the prior night and he’d stuck with her through the thick of it all. It felt even the past 24 hours and had been puked on at least three times with that mucous bile barf.  She truly was now on the upswing of it all and seemed rather normal to me now over all. No fever.  She felt very safe and at peace with me there.

We’d now been riding on the bus for a long time with Jack driving.  Even though it’d only been 5 or 6 hours of him driving, that seemed to be the driving time length limit according to some rules.   I wasn’t sure if the bus stopped or not, but maybe.

A new younger bus driver kid was now to take over as driver.  The new kid was about 20 years old and he was very arrogant and he was accompanied by an approximately fifty year old blond woman who I thought of as being like the bully school marm I’d seen in other dreams.  This lady was used to getting her way by bullying everyone else.  She sat up front in the middle of the isle facing the rest of us, to make sure none of us tried to depose her arrogant student driver.  The roads now were along cliffs and the new kid driver made me feel a little concerned.  He was driving the same way Gorik had the night prior.  This new kid was driving a little like he was drunk and the grumpy school marm was keeping a close eye on the rest of us to ensure no insurrection against her student driver she was training, with a bus semi-filled with people!    

Jack had initially been relieved to have a break and had taken his seat about two rows behind me and to my left, when after just a few minutes of the new guy driving, he couldn’t stand it anymore and he began talking with the rest of us in the back.  He began to say how the new kid was only a student in training driver and not even a certified bus driver.  He still needed something like 20 – 22 hours more.  Jack now began to take a vote of how many of us wanted him to drive again instead. He also suddenly realized he was no longer tired and how dangerous a driver this kid was.  One or two of the bus wheels seemed to go off the cliff sides during some turns or extremely close to it.  

Jack now took a vote, by way of having us all raise our hands.  He only needed those of us in the back to vote on who should drive. I trusted Jack’s judgment way more than the New Kid and so I gingerly raised my hand too.    The fifteen to sixteen of us in the back seemed all the vote he needed to overrule the new kid.  The ‘evil’ school marm guard lady was now eying us all suspiciously. 

Jack then stood up and spoke boldly telling her and told her that it was dangerous for a student driver to be driving us and she should not be training him with a bus full of people and innocent lives at stake and that he was going to be taking over the driving again.  He told her they had been out numbered by the vote and had to step down, even according to their own system and the new driver was to pull over immediately.  The lady knew she was out voted and that no one on the bus would agree with her to let the student driver continue.  The marm reminded me of the government lady I came across almost ten years ago, that was so full of hate I felt sorry for her having to live with herself.  While this marm wasn’t that bad, she was in what appeared to be the beginning stages of that much self-hatred and if she kept going as she was behaviorally she was going to get there eventually.

The marm said, “Pull over now?”  “Yes.” Came Jack’s firm reply. “Here” she asked ,  “Yes.”  We now just ‘happened” to be at a nice straight area with a wide area of gravel to pull off onto the shoulder.  The student driver pulled over and stopped.  Jack asked if everyone on the bus would like a break now too, as this was also a very nice rest stop with a fancy restaurant and casino inside.  It felt it was named something like Westy Palms and had two palm trees and egret for a logo and vibing as being like a place that I might find somewhere in Palm Springs, CA.

The dust from the gravel settled and the new kid bus driver opened the bus doors and he and the marm exited the bus first.  The kid driver wasn’t sure what had just happened, or why he had to stop driving. But, the marm knew he had to stop driving because they were out numbered and everyone on the bus now knew the truth.  The marm was sort of the boss of the kid and it seemed the kid didn’t often know what to do and took a lot of his orders from her.

The little girl sitting with me was doing so much better now and she too wanted a break.  She and her dad were both thinking to go in and use the sinks in the public restrooms to try to wash up a bit.  The rest of us now exited the bus and once we all were off, Jack closed the bus doors.  As we exited the bus I was reminded of another dream with the bus entry to the secret underground room with entry to the shark man’s water world.

We all now entered into a very nice and stylish Spanish style fancy adobe oasis hotel rest stop place.  It reminded me some of the Harris Ranch in CA on the way to Los Angeles from Sacramento.

ATACAMA (?) ET SPACESHIP

 As we walk inside I spotted the new driver kid, but he now also seemed to be Jack as well.   He was somehow both.  I had to wonder about multiple version of Gorik coming back to himself to be in the same dimension as me as he also seemed to be the little girl on the bus as well.  I went over to “Jack” and he was now a very husky guy with freckles, reminding me of the zombie-break-away dream where the break-away guy came and kissed me, only he now also had nice black curly-ish Inidian hair.   Gorik as “Jack” looked extremely worried about something.

The rest of the group made their way inside now and most began to head toward the restaurant.  I spotted the little girl’s dad and the little girl went to him.  I told them, I’d be right with them.

I walked over to the blended version of the bus drivers, that was now Gorik, my Twin Flame.  I asked him, “What’s wrong?”  He was extremely worried now about the dark forces seeing him with me, especially if he was talking with me. Gorik replied, “I have to go somewhere.”  I said, “Ok, do you want some company and to talk about ‘it’ (whatever ‘it’ was) along the way?”  He became even more concerned now with me there.  He was incredibly worried he’d get in HUGE trouble is he was talking with me.  His biggest concern was being viewed as a mole and being whacked.  Gorik said, “You want to come with me? Kiss me. . .  Now, then.”  Gorik then pulled me in and indicated he must give the illusion I was the latest ‘flavor’ of the month.

It felt incredibly awkwardly to me as was pulled in and leaned in for a kiss and we seemed to bump noses, as if two kids kissing for the first time. I lip kissed him as though together for a long time.  I noted my clothing now and I was wearing my gothic style black pants and black skin tight shirt, with a mild vampire Hari Juku flair. Gorik now with a keen eye out placed his arm around my waist. I followed his lead and placed my arm around his too.  He was still very concerned.

We entered into the bar.  At the bar counter are sat two drunken dark forces men.  They seemed to know Gorik. The two males at the bar were very lude.  They looked at Gorik and they looked at me and said to Gorik, “Way to go buddy!!!” Inferring Gorik must have moved up in the world to have a girl like me instead of some unattractive old broad.  I didn’t care for the two at the bar in the least, or their perceptions however, this was expected. Gorik acknowledged them with a brief head nod as we simply walked on passed them.  Gorik was still worried. 

Gorik now told me once out of earshot of the men, “ I am looking for the pieces.”  He continued “They are extremely important.”  The pieces seemed to be ancient artifacts of some sort he was looking for.  Possibly crystalline and when put together they did ‘something.’

We continued to walk out of the bar now and down the hall, we saw the school marm on the way out.  She asked Gorik if he’d found “it” yet.  She was mean about how she asked him, but Gorik was used to being verbally treated bad so he didn’t think anything of it and replied, “Not yet.”  We kept walking passed her too.  It felt he wanted to find “it” before she did, because if she found “it” first, she’d turn it over to the dark forces.  It felt Gorik wanted to protect “it” now and because I was with him, I seemed to make a difference.

We had now looped back to the main front entry area and headed towards the restaurant.  A small group of our team now came into the foyer entry area talking excited amongst themselves about this artifact that they had found and how they had found all these ‘pieces.’  I realized they even had at least three of the artifact pieces while we were on the bus. They held out the pieces they had to show us.  They were glowing a more translucent soft teal-blue amidst white crystalline or even diamond material, or some other non-earth based metal that seemed also to be clear like glass. I wanted to say ‘polymer’ but I wasn’t so sure on that.  It also had what seemed to be a dark grey opaque non-earth based metal to it as well.  It felt to have a lot of non-Earth based minerals and elements.  It was both glossy looking and flat matte at the same time.

The team continued to talk very jovially and excited about it.  They had put together a lot of the pieces already and its was in a type of four-sided triangular shape.  As we approached nearer to the group a guy came over to me and handed me a piece to look at.  I realized it fit into the rest of the pieces assembled and was sort of like the nose tip of the  . . .  spacejet (spacecraft).  The ship portion they’d assembled was around three feet by two feet.  I looked at the piece I held and it reminded me some of Corborundum where it was jaggedy and broken off, even almost like splintered wood, while the outside surface was more like a smooth melted piece of quartz crystal texture.  I then fit the jagged end into the ‘front’ narrower end of the four sided pyramid looking pieces already assembled.  The nose seemed to complete the ship.  In my hand, it has also reminded me of a piece of drift wood.

I seemed to know this was the Atacama people’s spaceship or other small beings’ like them.   I wondered if there were 5 or 6 of them inside and if they were alive somehow.  I tried to peer into the ‘window’ even though technically there was none.  I looked anyway to ‘see’ if they were ok. I thought maybe they were ‘dormant’ somehow or in stasis pods.  I now thought very strongly of Egypt for some reason.  I also now realized Gorik hadn’t known these pieces were part of a spaceship.  He’d only known they did ‘something’ and he’d thought ‘magik’ (advanced tech) of some sort.  Gorik then said surprised and to no one in particular, “They were here with you guys all along.”  He wondered how he could not have known this, seen this, or known about it.

The group continued to excitedly talk about how it’d been found in an ancient (Egyptian?) artifact.  Like on top of a rectangular sacrifice pedestal or a pedestal used to honor (worship?) treasures, they weren’t sure which.  Only that it was on it and it was reminiscent to King Tut (?) style sepulture (tomb).  The kind of ‘tomb’ with all the booby traps, like in Indiana Jones shows before one reaches the room full of treasure.   Yet, somehow this treasure room and pedestal ‘room’ was here in the museum at this rest stop and my team was allowed to have it and take it for some reason.  I also thought of sphinxes and black Sheba cats.

Gorik was briefly thinking to take it from the team, to protect it.  Then,  he realized these people were more ‘my’ group than his dark forces group and he decided it was actual safest with them, even though the team didn’t yet seem to know it was a spaceship or what to do with it.  Even if they did figure it out, he realized they’d be unlikely to misuse it anyways.  So Gorik decided to let what he considered ‘all these curious kids’ keep looking at it and holding onto it.  He was curious anyway to see what they might discover about it . . . ‘for him.’

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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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2018_03_14_MAR Protecting Lilly from the Sniper Bunny Eaters – Going Home and Reinforcements Arrive

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2018_03_14_MAR 

Protecting Lilly from the Sniper Bunny Eaters  – Going Home and Reinforcements Arrive

6:51am

I was at a place again doing things to fix and change stuff. I had someone tell me, “Did you know ‘Disgusting’ spelled backwards is ‘Grandioso’?”  I was surprised to learn this as I’d never realized this before.  I was trying to reverse it in my mind to see if it was correct, but could only see how the letter “G” connected, but the rest connected too.

I was outside now, at a desert like place with Boulder rocks.  I was jogging.  I had let my short-haired brown and grey Mini Lop pet bunny “Lilly” outside to play and stretch her legs here a little while before my jog.  I knew this wasn’t my Lilly bunny from Waking 3D Life (W3DL).  It was my Twin Flame, in disguise again.

I looked up and off in the distance and saw a man on the top of the Cliffside around 100 feet above our position and looking down toward us. I quickly decided I’d better grab up Lilly right now and take her back inside with “Orin” my Lion Head pet bunny.  Whom, I also knew wasn’t my “Orin” from W3DL.  It was my TF Gorik’s coworker, Andrew.   

I jogged over to where Lilly was across the sparse desert grass covered ground.  I looked around some, we appeared to be in a Colorado Mesa like setting with boulder rocks spackled around intermittently on the ground. I was briefly reminded of my old Markham Middle School’s mile-run dirt trail section set above the soccer/football field.  This guy vibed of the bald-melted-face-head-guys from the ICC prison Gorik and I escaped from in the ‘2018_01_09_JAN Escaping the ICC Prison with My Twin Flame’ dream. This guy on the hilltop seemed a sniper to me.

A Chinese guy was looking for me too. 

I presented myself as a ‘normal’ person, so as to look like an ordinary person while I was in a place where this sniper guy could spot me.  I felt his people were rabbit/bunny eaters.  I continued to make myself look like a silly ordinary girl (Like Sandra Bullock in “While You Were Sleeping” passing herself off as the fiancé) with no really special abilities and as if I didn’t really know what was going on.  

I spotted Lilly again and quickly went over to her.  I was sure she’d do the usual bunny thing and try to run away from me and hide, but she didn’t she stayed put and let me scoop her up.  As I held her in her preferred “C” bunny baby hold position, her left hind leg did the nervous shake thing.  I quickly gave her a kiss on the head between her ears, held her close, and acted like my ‘normal’ walking took me close to and then behind a boulder just large enough to hide us behind it from the sniper’s view. It was approximately two to three feet wide and four feet tall.  I crouch-sat behind it with Lilly and peeked around.  I could see the sniper-like guy looking in my direction.  He seemed to have spotted me, but he didn’t know if I was solo or not. I could tell by his expression and energies he didn’t realize I had the bunny.  I tucked my head back behind the boulder, waiting.

I peered around the boulder discretely twice more waiting till the “smith-like-agent” (ICC – Interplanetary Corporate Conglomerate) guy was distracted. He was looking for a clear shot of me. He was hesitant though because he wasn’t certain I was down below anymore.

I held Lilly close and told her I would protect her from the mean man and gave her another kiss on her head.  She trusted me, though she didn’t really seem to know or understand the real danger she was in or what I was protecting her from.  She had just been frolicking in the desert field and grasses . . . playing . . . with no clue “the family” (Chinese Mafia or Asian Mafia sector of some sort) were after her.

I sighed and started to stand up now with Lilly still hidden from view.  The smith-like-agent guy seemed to spot me, but he wasn’t convinced I was the one he was looking for.  He still thought me some silly girl, so I kept playing that “appear as a silly girl” game.  I finished quickly rolling Lilly up in the bottom half of my grey knit sweater top like a baby and stood up fully.  I glanced up quickly at the sniper guy, he wasn’t watching me directly at the moment.

I briefly thought of those red Hawaiian Hibiscus flowers and Bougainvillea.  I quickly turned my head and face away from the sniper-guy’s direction.  He was like the Chinese Master guy in the Karate Kid films. He squinted his eyes and turned his head toward me to look at me directly just as I looked away and then directly and intentionally strode the last 50 feet or so to ‘my house’ like a ‘silly girl.’

It was my parents’ house actually and made of a lot of glass. Most of the walls were made up of a lot of windows for people to see inside.  But not too much, as they were tinted some and slightly mirrored to the outside world, I could feel the guy watching me.  He was still uncertain about me.  I opened and went inside the main entry door with glass on it, closed it, and promptly locked it.

I continued to hide Lilly from view and keep my back turned with her, just in case.  Then, it felt more clear, so I set her down in the dining or living room area of our mansion-like house. We were wealthy and had an underground section of the home too. I decided I’d better not leave Lilly in the dining or living room areas as she’d probably poop or pee on the rugs wherever she was, since she wasn’t really all that well trained.

I again expected her to run away as I tried to grab her up, but again she surprised me and just waited as I picked her up. 

I could feel the sniper was on his way down now to get a closer look.  It felt someone had phoned or radioed him telling him it was me, so he was semi-coming now. I walked with Lilly away from the living room area and down the hallway to the blue room and set her down again with Orin.

Everything in the office room was heavily-medium-blue-colored and was a corner room of the house with two street facing walls that were windowed.  Each wall had 3 main window panel sections that covered the height of the wall and were separated by wall support spacers and between the windows and the much narrower spacers ran the full length of the walls.  I saw cars immediately outside on the city surface streets at the traffic light just off the sidewalk that wrapped immediately around the sides and corner of our house.  It reminded me of when I was in Kaohsiung, Taiwan, as part of a school program I was taking many years ago. We seemed to live in the middle of a very big city and maybe even in Kaohsiung itself or somewhere in China.  Wherever we were, it felt very connected with the Karate Kid style and stuff.  

Orin was extremely glad to see Lilly again and they both ran around very excited and playful. 

I looked out the windows even more to ensure they were safe. Everyone on the city sidewalks and waiting in cars at the intersection light, all seemed like normal ‘fleas’ on the dog’s back just going about their bug business with no clue about what creature they were really on or why they were doing the things they were doing.  They were just doing their tasks and living what they thought was life.

I thought briefly, ‘we must have bullet proof windows’ as it was odd to me to have a house with so many windows right in the heart of the city and people could sorta ‘just look in,’ but not too much and most were too busy anyways to bother. No one was looking in now.

I glanced around the blue office-study room that was also Orin and Lilly’s usual home to make sure the room was safe. The fifteen by twenty foot room was small and cozy, but spacious for the bunnies. It had library shelves on one of the non-windowed walls and a nice heavy cherry or dark honey colored wood office desk more in the middle of the room, with a fancy dark burgundy leather chair. Next to those and more nearer the library shelves, was a significantly smaller and far lower budget laptop desk.  

Satisfied the room was safe and no one was hiding in it or behind the door, I backed out the room entrance telling Orin and Lilly, “Ok, there you go. You stay in there for now to remain safe, Ok?.” It really wasn’t a question.  Both seemed oblivious about the bunny eaters likely on their way.  I was still a little worried and concerned.  It felt we needed more reinforcements, or rather, to join forces with others so as not to just be the eight of us with my family living here.  We had a lot of room to share in this huge mansion and didn’t really need a place this big for just ourselves. 

I headed back toward the main living room entry area as I thought about what my daughter Lexie told me earlier about her friend never wanting to live alone because of being so used to living with so many others in her large family. I entered the main living room area and looked out the glass windows again at the top of the hillside where the sniper-guy had been standing. 

I could feel he was he was on his way down now and was going to offer me a pink and white, one layer, yellow wedding cake with lots of frosting on it; to try to distract me from protecting Lilly.  “They” didn’t seem as interested in Orin.  

My eyes darted around the room and passed the escalator (having to do with time slides and moving forward and backward in time) in the middle of the room that lead down to the underground area and back across the main entry areas and back to the main door about fifteen paces away.  I looked around the room again, just to make sure it was still safe. 

Suddenly, there were eight to ten people standing in the room with me and they hadn’t seemed to come in through the front door. 

They felt to arrive via a Harry Potter style Port Key like a boot, only it felt they’d used the skull key from the Sith Lord dream that we’d stolen back and escaped the floods with it in our possession.  It was also like the key the shark-guy had used to access his world through the glass windows in order to take me with him.  This group of people had portalled in near the living room and front door.  

Outside this portion of the house’s windows it looked like the outdoor section of Arden Fair Mall in Sacramento, CA with a tropical vibe. Almost as if this section of the home was set in Hawaii. This crew of people reminded me strongly of the Harry Potter Alliance good guys crew.  

A girl from the crew came over to where I was near the escalator and told me “they” were onto them and her crew now in our mansion were there to join forces with us, live with us, and ‘fight’ with us. They all appeared to be of black ascent and even African royalty with tall rectangular hats.  She proceeded to tell me the Chinese family (likely mafia sector) was after them to kill them.  I wasn’t fully sure about this crew, but felt them to be ok. Time would reveal all.  For now, we all did need each others’ help.

I was mostly concerned that their energies were still that of ‘fighting’ in the killing-style way.  Technically, they were the ‘good guys’ but they were still as of yet unawares of what they were really doing when they ‘fought’ and ‘killed’ another.  They didn’t realize they were still going about it all wrong and behaving just like the bad guys.  I realized I would have to teach them the proper ways of love and light. . . and winning . . . without fighting.

I received them into our home, but let them know they still had to meet and pass my dad’s approval as technically this was he and my mom’s home.  My dad would be the final ‘say-so’ in the matter and mom would give her advice and input at that time.

The crew understood and they were relieved they could stay for the time being. It felt like the Harry Potter scene just prior the Voldemort guy ruining the big fun event with all the tents and fun carnival-like living and games scene.  

I felt they would be staying for a ‘long time’ and that we still had the rest of the ‘shows’ to live through to reach the other side and end of the drama story.  It felt we’d all be working together now as a team and joined forces for good, with more reinforcements on the way . . .

MY THOUGHTS

This dream connects with the SES group (Lockheed Martin - MK Ultra - deep state at surface state levels)... More in my next blog....where I refer to this group as MIGs (Men In Grey) because I didn't yet know who this group was or about the SES until a friend shared the following link. 

Watch this YT video in the meantime and read the links included.

"The Deepest of the State 100% revealed - Senior Exectutive Service Governing Counsel 500 Exposed"

By Woke Americans

Published March 23, 2018

 

https://youtu.be/D-NsxYcQv4Y

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