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September 15, 2011

Been lucid for about an hour or two dreamtime. Trying to figure out something to do. I decided to make a vortex in the sky, using clouds as a reference. Swirl round and round. Amazing how tight and perfect the moving 'circle' was in the clouds. The entire cloudscape became spiral in form, following this whirlpool like vortex above me. I used my finger, swirling it in a tight circle, to make the vortex in the sky speed up, or slow down. Colors started to highlight areas close to the 'hole'.

hmm

I wondered what it would do if I made two of them, on top of each other...but opposing. It was damn hard to do! lol

Again, I used my fingers as emulators. Twirling one clockwise, and the other counter-clockwise, and lining the center of the vortices up with my mind. Get them the same size and shape.

I could feel them all of a sudden 'slot' into each other. Like a magnets repulsive nature, all of the sudden attracting and locking in. It was beautiful! I massive surge of energy at the exact moment they locked into each other. Light, of every color you can imagine, traced out from the swirling center. A massive pulse of energy radiating out, and when the light began dimming a moment later, the image left behind was geometric shapes spanning through the heavens.

I did this a couple times, amazed. Then, I decided to get sucked up into the vortex, just to see where it would take me...so I concentrated on elongating the vortex, creating a funnel of 'light' energy...bringing it down on high...slamming it into me, and I was sucked up into the heavens inside a roaring tunnel of light and wind and energy.
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Wow! I ran across your description of your sister's vision on another thread tonight and really related to it. The insatiable desire for knowledge, it being like a wall in which the self is tumbling, the pressure of it all building up like a dam holding back water. I felt that so personally. Thanks for sharing it. What a powerful image.

It reminded me of the poet William Butler Yeat's "A Vision". I read that book for months year ago trying to figure it out. It was a system, almost astrological, but much more original (and received in a vision), based on two rotating gyres or cones, one pointing up and another down and inside the other. Here's a link that describes it:
[link to www.yeatsvision.com]

It also reminds me of the central idea in Eloise Franco's "Journey to a Strange Land". In her drawing of the system she is revealing, there are two triangles, one pointed up and the other down, making the hourglass shape, and Love moves the energy upward and Will moves it downward.

It also reminded me of me, as I said. I could be in the same situation as you were in your sister's vision.
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MANTIS


I'll go over it briefly. In all my experiences, I do not remember most of the experience. Sucks. I want to get some regressive hypno done, but don't have any money. :(

Extremely gentle. Very 'motherly' in nature. Timid. Mantis only comes individually. I've never had an experience where 2 Mantis were there, unless it occurred in the parts i don't remember. Which is quite probable.

It is a 'she'. The 'feeling' she emotes is totally different from Grays. I know why people are scared of Grays, and think they are bad...but, they aren't, they are just much different than us.

She seems to show me a lot of things...fuck, this is going to sound weird. I think it was the second time she came, I remember her showing me how 'they' dematerialize. I went through the process as well. It was a 'field' of some sort...like a field of energy. I remember putting my hand in first, and seeing my fingers just...disperse into millions of colorful miniscule spheres after they passed through. It felt REALLY good too...like a euphoric energy.

The last time she came was about 9 months ago now. I was awake when she manifested into the room beside me. God, the experiences are so awe-inspiring. NOTHING I have ever lived through comes remotely close to it. Anyway, there she is beside my bed. I couldn't move real good. I wanted to touch her, to feel her. The experience is like half dream, half real...so I wanted to touch her...feel her physically. I asked to touch her, but I said it in my head, and I didn't know how to 'say' it. So, I made an image in my head of 'touch'.

lmao, so she reached over and tapped me on the chest, above the heart, 3 times. Fucking so exciting...I wish to God I could explain the feeling of interaction like this...I kind of laughed to myself and put an image in my head of ME touching HER.

Suddenly I knew I could move my right arm. So, she bent over and I reached up and touched her shoulder. I slid my hand all the way down her arm! Real slow...soaking the feeling of it in, trying with all my heart to make sure I wouldn't forget how she feels.

Then, I made it to her hand. I HELD HER HAND! I held a fucking alien's hand!

Then, she 'told' me (no words were spoken, I just 'knew') to lay back. And the most incredible, euphoric, indescribable, sexual energy just blossomed inside of me. It was so incredible, I don't know if it lasted seconds or hours. I knew it was some type of 'bonding' that was taking place. She trusted me enough to touch her. She KNEW I wouldn't hurt her, and when I didn't and had no desire to hurt her in any way, she created some type of bond with me. Not only had I passed a test, but she had too!

Damn, I got to rambling didn't I. This is the most I have ever written on this experience. whew...
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January 11, 2012

Had a long night last night. Both good and bad. A ton of soul searching. Playing out many variances of situations while lucid. Nearly the entire night was 100% lucid.

Had dissected what it meant to 'see' different factions or groups, and what types of morality constituted their actions. Very, very difficult to explain properly. Basically, it came down to what I morally agree with, and what I don't agree with. Doing so can get very 'uncomfortable' as the scenarios are 100% lifelike...and they would be view as nightmarish, I suppose, to most everyone else.

So, there were aspects that I didn't agree with, and I tore it all down around me. The entire scenario...walls built around me, buildings containing constructs I didn't agree with, etc. I created pulses that came out as waves of force and crumbled the walls and buildings into dust. Over and over...starting as a pulse of force that would create cracks in the walls, to stronger pulses at the base that would tear it all down around me.

Then, they were ones that I agreed with, one in the shape of a small white tree that 'they' couldn't grow beyond the size of small child. I grew it into a vast white presence that overshadowed another building I disagreed with.

Some got mad at me. They were in my presence as medieval royalty. They tried to stop me. They couldn't effect me. I completely ignored them.

I feel cleansed.
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I became lucid beachside. I began practicing making my body into energy/light. Light suffused my body. I raised my arms to see what I was doing and they were glowing, then it looked as if my bones were melting. It was kind of disgusting looking as they were extremely disfigured, but it did not bother me in the least.

I stopped and decided to consciously raise my vibrations without transiting to a different state of altered consciousness.
It worked and the vibrations were very fine and smooth.
Then tried to make my body into light/energy and continued creating vibes. I also worked on creating love/light energy balls. I cupped my hand and concentrated on forming the balls into my hands. I was a little bit successful, but the balls lacked cohesiveness and would dissipate. They were feathery, ethereal and dissipated quickly.
Then, a male figure dropped down in front of me. He was tall, bare-chested, dirty, maniacal with an extremely aggressive stance and a discomforting leering smile.

Before I could do anything he slammed his fist into my chest then pulled it out it, laughing all the while. He looked at me triumphantly, as if he had pulled out my heart… or soul. But I didn’t feel anything when he did this. His action did not even startle me, didn’t bother me in the least like he had hoped it would.

Despite the man’s aggressive demeanor I stayed relatively calm. I asked him what his name was and he responded in a ‘gobbly-gook’ unintelligent way. I received the same response when I asked him where I was.

I told him that I was from Earth, that my name was Chad, and that I was actually sleeping in my bed. He was totally uninterested.

I ignored him and walked from the beach and found myself in a small group of people. They were sitting around park-like wooden benches and all seemed to have the same smug, aggressive demeanor as the man I met on the beach. It was not fun being around them. Very disconcerting. I debated whether to wake up and get out of this nearly fear-inducing dreamscape and dream characters, but instead decided to ‘buck-up’ and see where this was all leading.
I ignored these unsavory dream characters negative emotive energies. They exuded antipathy and strongly uncomfortable vibes. In these dream states the emotions and feelings can actually be palpably felt. I would learn later in my experiences that it would be necessary to overcome and neutralize such ‘physical’ and subjective feelings that certain settings and characters embody and radiate. I began asking them what their names were and where I was at. Unbelievable! I received the same ‘gobbly-gook’ mumbling answer as earlier. Not the same word-for-word, but the same unintelligible language.

I walked away leaving them to their musings. As I left I remembered to try and touch my brother and sister while in a lucid state. It was a half-ass attempt. I don’t know why I was not in the mood to try that hard, but I voiced a shallow intention to have Will and Paige present with me during this sojourn. Nothing of significance occurred. I asked my Higher-Self, my spirit guide/s to help me in figuring out how to get over, get beyond these negative aspect lucid dreams/spiritual experiences. It was becoming my new mantra.

The next thing I remember is that I was being led by two small persons, one to either side of me. They appeared to be normal but small. Maybe three or four feet in height is all. They were wearing some type of off-white robe like garments and if I remember correctly, the hoods they donned prevented any of my seeing their faces. They were leading me up a narrow ledge. To the right rose a sandy toned, rock hard cliff wall. To the left the pathway sheared off and dropped straight down into a small dry, sandy-stoned flatland perhaps only a hundred yards across. The other side of the flatland raised another cliff wall. This entire place seemed to be underground, but lit with the common light of dreamscapes; lighting all without shadow. Bright and clear.

In the tiny sandy valley there were people that were buried to at least their armpits, some all the way to their necks exposing only their heads. They were gaping as if in pain, but not a sound issued forth. None wore clothes. Naked, they struggled silently to get free of their shared prison, eyes and mouths opened wide in fear and panic. Very disturbing was the fact that no sound came from those hollow mouths.

Upon seeing these tormented people I was done with the place! I was hoping that the two small figures were leading me to a place of comfort! Obviously I was wrong. Now, let me explain that it is not fear that I felt. Fear is something that attaches to you only when you side with it. Attachment is a mistake in these experiences for it creates blockages wherever it is found. It is a difficult aspect of human nature to release, but is essential to do so in order to experience the broader aspects of imagination, spiritualism and balanced duality. Attachment to fear is perhaps one of the most difficult to release for it is a foundational aspect of the human condition. But it is an aspect that must be overcome or neutralized in order to travel to depths such as these. So, it is not fear that was pushing me away from this experience, but rather a discomfort. And it is palpable. It is a near physical sensation, like vibrations in opposition creating dissonance and interference.

Somehow, exactly how escapes me, but I leapt from the inclined path that was leading up and up to smaller rooms of stone. I leapt and found a hand-hold onto a narrow ledge perhaps only five to six inches in width. I hung there remembering that the two small figures would not be able to follow me. Nor could they do anything about it.

Shuffling down the ledge (back in the opposite direction) I soon found purchase enough to raise myself up and climb onto a flat plateau. It centered and overlooked the tiny valley. This entire time it never came to me to fly. I don’t even know if I could have. It wasn’t even something I contemplated. I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me, but sometimes that is the way when in these altered states.
I turned from the valley and its tortured inhabitants and faced a giant dark metal wall, like a door, recessed into the stone wall of the underground dreamscape. With intention, I went through it. I don’t know if I opened it or simply pushed myself through it, but the action was taken by me and not some exterior force.

I found myself in a long hallway, a corridor without end, walls, floors and ceiling made of seamless mirror, reflections of itself duplicating through the curvature of reflective infinity. To my right was a recess the size of a medium-sized closet, its 5 sides also of mirror. I still have not discovered the importance of that recessed area.
Negative energies swirled around me. It is as if I am empathic, feeling these dark energies emanate from the people that surround me. Every shape, every size. All dark in nature. Dirty and disfigured, smug and sneering with vehemence they rudely pushed this way and that without direction, aimlessly through the shoulder to shoulder, never-ending throng. The ones closest to me were clear in detail, but the further out I looked the more shadowy they became until all was swirling darkness at the farthest edge of my sight. Never stopping, the mass of human figures and shadows wandered, and when close enough would show their hate of me as they hated everything else.

I myself felt no fear, no claustrophobia. No pity, no sorrow, no happiness, no contentment. Neutrality, centered describes best my disposition. Then, an idea formed in my head as the fleeting image of a dreams I once had crossed my thoughts. It was of two dirty children riding in their decrepit toy cars. Of placing my hands upon them and transforming them from a state of misery to a clean state of hope and love. The other dream – of a disfigured shadowy man, hate and aggression marring his soul, wrapping his arms around me until I placed the palms of my hands to his forehead and to the back of his head, driving blue columns of light deep into his being, transforming the both of us.

I thrust out my hands and placed them on the closest figure. Nothing happened. Without thought I instinctively knew what I was doing wrong. Mentally focusing and with great intention, I breathed in a deep breath. I cupped my hands in front of my mouth and breathed a liquid light ball of love/light into them. The golf ball size light sphere sat swirling in my cupped hands, slowly fading away after I was done exhaling. It looked like it was made of some gooey off-white/yellowish plasma with tracery green light, beautiful and brilliant, laced throughout.

I looked up and stuck the gooey light ball on the shoulder of the next person to shove by me. The person stopped! He swung around to face me. He completely changed from scowling posture to a grateful and blessedly relieved positive entity. I had seen that look before on the dark man whose head I drove the blue light columns into. The same shared feeling of fulfillment subsumed me. Humility, that I could cause such a transformation in another spirit. It is impossible to describe, but it again renewed my hope and blessed me with a serene peace like I had only known a scant few times in my life.

I breathed in, blew out another ball in my cupped hand. Slapped it on another. Transformation, relief… release.
Another. Another. Another. Repeating the process over and over of creating these light/love balls and pushing them into these people, these spirits. Healing them, allowing them to drop away from their self-created holding cells, to release the negativity that was their prison. God, all they need is a little spark of the divine, a sliver of hope in that underground place utterly devoid of light. But, there are too many of them, stretching eternally away. I formed bigger balls of stretchy light. Pulled the balls like taffy between my two outstretched arms and engulfed multiple beings in a wide swath of liquid divinity. Transformation, relief… release.

I was now catching the attention of the shadowy beings. Now they would pull away from me fearing the healing light stretched wide in my hands. But the crowd was too closely packed. There was nowhere for them to go. I embraced them… a never-ending release, over and over, until my memory of the experience fades away.

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I had a vision of the future where someone (government, PTB, whatever) had finally created a quantum computer. For whatever reason it was the only one. The dream lasted for a couple days...hard to describe, but that is literal. I had to get close to the building it was in, and OBE into the isolated room where it was kept.

Don't remember what exactly I did, but I remember that I had to be out-of-body, and I was to 'influence' the quantum processes through direct observation. That was how I fucked up the only quantum computer.

Once I was out of body in the room, I had to go another step and dislocate my consciousness into the quantum field of the computer. I created just a small shift in its processing, that would bloom into making it run differently. That small shift all occured through just a 'thought' inside the quantum field it was contained inside.

This was in the future. I knew I was OBE in the future and asked my 'handlers' to see my physical self. They told me that I couldn't as I had passed away. They said I was 72 when I died...

It was weird, because prior to being told, they kind of discussed it with each other (at the time I did not know what they were discussing) as to whether they should tell me or not.

I had always thought that the object was a computer...but maybe it wasn't...hmmm, retelling this dream is making my head spin. I'll have to think of this more.
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Sickscent,
I think your dream is very complex. Very much so.
It has made me think that the computer was no computer, but something much more. Like maybe the mind of God and your interactions were your moment in "time" that changed the whole of His creation.
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I had another one that concerned the 3 days of darkness. That one was crazy...the entire world experienced it, that includes me. 100% real going through the 'vision'. When going through the 3 days of darkness, I was 'tested' with other visions/apparitions, etc, all the while never thinking I would 'see' light again.
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Thats scary...I've had dreams about tidal waves and the whole city trying to get to the mountains...

Dreams about hurricanes, tornadoes, and the classic "Zombies are taking over the world"...

Dunno if any of those were out of body though.

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Usually, if it is an out of body, you are consciously aware that you are indeed, having an OBE...

and, I have had some visions that most people would think of as hellish...kinda sucks, but I end up learning SO MUCH when I have those.

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Ok I call those the "in between stage"...it feels like I am awake but also "there"...sometimes I can control what I'm doing in those...and return to those dreams on another night (normally I can't start them up on my own it just comes when it wants to) usually there are people and places that I "know"...but I don't know of here on earth...does that make sense? lol...however none of those were like the mom and ex dreams even tho those both came true...

Hellish? Care to elaborate?
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OK, but real quick. I was strapped down laying on my back on some type of metal or smooth stone slab in a dark cavern. I was at a slight incline, facing a wall that had demons in it. There was some type of 'helmet' placed over my head...kind of suffocating. Then, 4 black objects were stuffed down my throat. It was lizard, mouse, insect and slug. All of them were big enough to make it difficult when they were being crammed into my mouth. Each one made me gag and panic. Then, when those were done, the helmet slowly started filling with water. I wasn't afraid to die, so when the water rose high enough, I just breathed it in. Uncomfortable, but do-able. I started throwing up, and immediately the 'helmet' was removed. My straps were released and I threw up everything over the edge of the slab onto the floor. It was vile black nasty shit with things moving around in it.

That is just one part of a VERY extensive night. This part alone lasted a few hours.
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I had a vision of the future where someone (government, PTB, whatever) had finally created a quantum computer. For whatever reason it was the only one. The dream lasted for a couple days...hard to describe, but that is literal. I had to get close to the building it was in, and OBE into the isolated room where it was kept.

Don't remember what exactly I did, but I remember that I had to be out-of-body, and I was to 'influence' the quantum processes through direct observation. That was how I fucked up the only quantum computer.

Once I was out of body in the room, I had to go another step and dislocate my consciousness into the quantum field of the computer. I created just a small shift in its processing, that would bloom into making it run differently. That small shift all occured through just a 'thought' inside the quantum field it was contained inside.

This was in the future. I knew I was OBE in the future and asked my 'handlers' to see my physical self. They told me that I couldn't as I had passed away. They said I was 72 when I died...

It was weird, because prior to being told, they kind of discussed it with each other (at the time I did not know what they were discussing) as to whether they should tell me or not.

I had always thought that the object was a computer...but maybe it wasn't...hmmm, retelling this dream is making my head spin. I'll have to think of this more.
 Quoting: SickScent



Affecting quantum coupling in the sub-nanometer range, this is the stuff of the Archon interface.

They're grasping for straws in this thread:
[link to www.godlikeproductions.com]

It's the 'ghost' in the machine...


OK, but real quick. I was strapped down laying on my back on some type of metal or smooth stone slab in a dark cavern. I was at a slight incline, facing a wall that had demons in it. There was some type of 'helmet' placed over my head...kind of suffocating. Then, 4 black objects were stuffed down my throat. It was lizard, mouse, insect and slug. All of them were big enough to make it difficult when they were being crammed into my mouth. Each one made me gag and panic. Then, when those were done, the helmet slowly started filling with water. I wasn't afraid to die, so when the water rose high enough, I just breathed it in. Uncomfortable, but do-able. I started throwing up, and immediately the 'helmet' was removed. My straps were released and I threw up everything over the edge of the slab onto the floor. It was vile black nasty shit with things moving around in it.

That is just one part of a VERY extensive night. This part alone lasted a few hours.
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Ever see the movie The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension?

[link to en.wikipedia.org]

Read the plot, better yet watch the movie - very telling.
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I had a vision of the future where someone (government, PTB, whatever) had finally created a quantum computer. For whatever reason it was the only one. The dream lasted for a couple days...hard to describe, but that is literal. I had to get close to the building it was in, and OBE into the isolated room where it was kept.

Don't remember what exactly I did, but I remember that I had to be out-of-body, and I was to 'influence' the quantum processes through direct observation. That was how I fucked up the only quantum computer.

Once I was out of body in the room, I had to go another step and dislocate my consciousness into the quantum field of the computer. I created just a small shift in its processing, that would bloom into making it run differently. That small shift all occured through just a 'thought' inside the quantum field it was contained inside.

This was in the future. I knew I was OBE in the future and asked my 'handlers' to see my physical self. They told me that I couldn't as I had passed away. They said I was 72 when I died...

It was weird, because prior to being told, they kind of discussed it with each other (at the time I did not know what they were discussing) as to whether they should tell me or not.

I had always thought that the object was a computer...but maybe it wasn't...hmmm, retelling this dream is making my head spin. I'll have to think of this more.
 Quoting: SickScent



Affecting quantum coupling in the sub-nanometer range, this is the stuff of the Archon interface.

They're grasping for straws in this thread:
[link to www.godlikeproductions.com]

It's the 'ghost' in the machine...


OK, but real quick. I was strapped down laying on my back on some type of metal or smooth stone slab in a dark cavern. I was at a slight incline, facing a wall that had demons in it. There was some type of 'helmet' placed over my head...kind of suffocating. Then, 4 black objects were stuffed down my throat. It was lizard, mouse, insect and slug. All of them were big enough to make it difficult when they were being crammed into my mouth. Each one made me gag and panic. Then, when those were done, the helmet slowly started filling with water. I wasn't afraid to die, so when the water rose high enough, I just breathed it in. Uncomfortable, but do-able. I started throwing up, and immediately the 'helmet' was removed. My straps were released and I threw up everything over the edge of the slab onto the floor. It was vile black nasty shit with things moving around in it.

That is just one part of a VERY extensive night. This part alone lasted a few hours.
 Quoting: SickScent


Ever see the movie The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension?

[link to en.wikipedia.org]

Read the plot, better yet watch the movie - very telling.
 Quoting: just a dude


Hey Dude. I'll check it out.

Archon interfacing huh? I never read that thread...guess I'll browse through it.
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I think a cycle...a circuit, was completed last night. I know it was for me.

Everything can seem so complex at times, but when you manifest in separate aspects, and experience the convergence points, you end up noticing how the gears fit. The convergence points can be likened to where the multidimensional gears 'touch' and cause movement across the system.

We fly through life, heading our various directions and destinies, and eventually come across a convergence point...another wheel in the cog, and actions or individual events are undertaken that may seem small, minor, or insignificant, until you experience yourself as other manifestations. A door opened, a door closed, a window left unlocked, at just the right moment changes the course of events in the cog.

Imagine, a massive system of overlying and entangled destinies, of life, events, organizations, spirits, and species...all entangled in a myopic quantum soup of relationship...and One not 'seeing' where the cogs touch, where that door should be left opened, a window unlocked...but having experienced the original cog, the original relationship, and existing as a separate entity and KNOWING when exactly to leave a door open, because it was Him that had needed that door opened in a previous incarnation and something had left that door opened...which is He in a soon to come incarnation.

How would someone...how would a nobody prepare his current incarnation and have all His bases covered without even thinking about it? Because He is incarnate in separate entities in different places outside of Time, but all active and current in THIS time.

A cycle was completed last night. A circuit. A beginning, and an end. All played out in the non-material, in different minds and incarnations, played out in the same time, but different places in time...different minds, ALL converging at the quantum moment of manifestation into the single universe of the material.

I played it all out last night. It is a single looong dream, that I played out in multiple incarnations. It was a re-occurring dream, that I never noticed was played by myself as many different actors.

Last night, I was the final actor...the final piece, the one that joined all the other actors into one event. All the gears and cogs were finally set in place. All the actors were in their places. All the time signatures and individual events were placed, and the final piece...the final actor, played out the dream and opened and closed all the correct events for the final actor to reach his full manifestation.

Again, this was not just a reoccurring dream, but I played many different actors at different times throughout the years of my life. Last night, though I did not know it until the end, I played the final actor.

Going from nothing...to everything.

At the end of the experience, I found myself in a spherical room, with all these different events playing outside the sphere...ALL the different events, it was merely just a focusing on which event I wanted to experience, to view it.

Inside the sphere was my family...they looked like my present family, but somehow they weren't. The last memory was of my father. I looked into his face. Into his eyes, and he drew me into his seeing orb. At first, the pupil of his eye was blurry, unfocused, but I was able to use the same 'power', the same force I had used to complete the multi-faceted dream...and focus his pupil into clarity. Once that was done, I was pulled into our Father's mind through His eYe, and was inverted into His dreams.
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December 2010

At a certain point, I decided to ‘travel’. I float about 3-4 feet off the sandy beach, at night. The lighting is as if there are torches lit…a dull, wavering orange-ish light…or maybe like a beach bonfire under full moon. I spread my arms out and lean forward against a slight breeze, and I lift up into the night. I just go with it, having it take me wherever it chooses, leaving my mind empty of intention.

I begin to see where I am heading. It is a darker spot in the night sky…no stars…no moon…a black hole in the air above me. There are feelings always associated with this type of experience, and anxiety spreads its wings in my soul. So, I am going to the dark spaces. I don’t know where or what I will experience, but I have been to these places many, many times. They are not fun, but can be incredibly enlightening to the soul…

When I pierce through the black whole in the dark sky, there is a shift. It feels as if pressure has swallowed me completely, and I ‘turn’ upside down, falling fast and faster ‘down’. Vast areas like dark plains are coming up to meet me. On the black plains there are white holes, my perception sees them as the size of a quarter between my fingers of my outstretched arm. There are perhaps 3 or 4 white holes, and they vibrate…I choose one of them and head towards it. Everything is shaking until I ‘lock-on’ to it. It is like I must match vibration frequency, and then the desired hole stops vibrating and swallows me into it.

I keep going down. I know that the further down I go, the ‘darker’ the experience. I repeated the above experience, dropping down through a white hole to find myself still falling towards another layer of blackness with other vibrating white holes. Match vibrations and pulled through…until there is only one white hole in the blackness…sink through that one…I am laying in a small cramped space.

The space is about 2 feet high, about 6x6. There is a small dingy light on the ceiling (where I entered). It looks like I am underground, the walls, floor, ceiling made of dirt. This is how many of these dark places are like. They are claustrophobic, dirty and uncomfortable as there are ‘feelings’ associated with the places. It is as if the ‘place’ has emotions. This one…despair, no way out, etc. And, to top it off, it has dirty brown bugs crawling around in here with me. The ugly nasty things are about the size of a baseball glove. They notice me and begin crawling on me. I can feel the spindly legs gripping me, and an occasional bite. I can’t brush them off because there is not enough room.

I HATE this. It is horrible. The entire experience is like a worst nightmare. I am completely lucid, so I can easily wake up if I want. So, it is a decision that seems crazy…do I wake up, or keep going?

Fuck it.

There is another dingy light to my left a couple feet ahead of me. I crawl towards it, and go in it.

…and enter an identical place, but the light is in a different area. More of these nasty bugs, on the ceiling and walls. I crawl towards another light which takes me a few minutes. Go through it.

Again…again…

I don’t know how many times, but one time I notice something different. There is a dirty cloth curtain that I hadn’t seen before…maybe it was behind me the entire time. I turn around and crawl through it. It is like a partition to an even smaller dirty hole that I cannot fit completely in. Straight ahead of me is another curtain. To the left is a mirror. The mirror is unfocused, so I crawl very close to it and look at myself. Holy shit!

There are these bugs crawling all over me. I can feel them, but seeing them on me makes it a thousand times worse. There are huge bleeding swells on me where the critters have bitten and scratched me. I can feel them moving over me. My face is disfigured because of the bugs. Dirty, black and blue, swollen, bumps…I am close to panicking now. Fear is about to take over. It’s not worth going through this! And for what?! What the fuck am I doing!?

Seeing myself start to panic, makes me calm down, and I stare into the mirror. There is a critter on my hand. I want to shake it off, but there isn’t enough room. I bring my hand forward in front of my face and grab the thing with my other hand to try and pull it off. I can feel its legs, like a giant cockroach, clinging strongly to my hand. This…fucking…sucks…

I finally am able to pull it off, but I don’t have any where to put it. Straight in front of me is the mirror…the only place I can put it is…inside the mirror. My thoughts have calmed down. There was never any ‘fear’, but immense discomfort. I study the thing, wondering what it is, while putting it ‘into’ the mirror. As soon as it touches the mirror, it transforms.

A green tree frog. I laugh and smile…and grab another inset off of me…and touch it to the mirror…another beautiful green tree frog. I transform all the insects in my little dirty hole. It is beautiful…the frogs are transforming the entire place. The feelings of the place are changing, the colors, everything. They are going through it all, hopping everywhere, changing everything.

It is beautiful…I push through the other curtain and see yet another light...and go through it. Movement, vibrations…off to another place…

"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body,
but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, "Wow! What a Ride!"

We do not Die, We Awaken to the Dream that We Lived.
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A small portion of my lucidity the other night.

07/04/2012

Dark skies, heavy, and thick. Like most of my dreams, the environment is darker, no sun, but everything is easy to see. There is no unfocused view. Everything is crisp and clear and vibrant, the ultimate in high definition.

I can bring the sun, though it does tend to disrupt the entire environment at times. When I try, it usually results in vast storm fronts that clean out the darkness. Heavy winds scour the dark; a cleansing through punishing the landscape.

Looking up into the greyness of the cloud covered sky, I sigh in boredom. Twitch my finger without raising my arm, then draw a spinning circle pattern and the deep massive clouds begin their rotation. It is becoming so easy. Perfectly timed spinning circle pattern of my finger with an intention of vortex sends the cloudscape spiraling, a massive swirling, churning construct. A whole forms in the center, vast in distance, and when looking up through it, the inner cloud walls of the tunnel reach through infinitely.

A shudder in the sky, upper left. Gateway slams open and a bearded figure appears. "Stop this immediately!" he bellows down at me. Through my intention, the cloud vortex increases in strength.

Rage causes the figure standing amongst a backdrop of slate grey high in the clouds - far from my vortex - to reign a violent shredded sphere of flashing lights in my direction. I don't bother stopping it. Instead, I make the space between draw downwards, heavy, and the sphere plunges down to smash against the hard surface ground.

Frustrated, he blasts a different shape and color down, again a pulsing push of strong energies. I repeat, and once again the energy slams into the space between us. The man is furious. A stream of blue flickers to life, many hand-spans wide. Instead of making the air heavy, I pull it back on itself and invert the blue stream which crashes back into the figure.

It 'froze' him in time.

perhaps 30 minutes later, 3 women come up to me, and ask me to release the elderly man. He is still suspended in the sky, locked within his own gate. Though the three do not look like 'witches', it is obvious that they are. Emotional feelings flow off of each, embodying promises of threats and damage to my being if I do not do as they say.

I smile, and release the man with a thought. Dark figures immediately begin pulling themselves from the earth. Corpses, though with no sign of decomposition. I bend down to one, a child of perhaps 11, and hug him fiercely. Rest and love and release are the feelings embodied in my intentions. He weeps in love and lays down to rest. I continue with the others. When I am done, there is no sign of the old man in the sky.

The three witches follow me, harassing, continuing the threats of eternal harm. My relaxed composure confuses the young women, and they quiet down. I stand my ground, as their threats mean absolutely nothing to me. It is obvious they are not used to this.

They turn their backs to me, and walk off into the darkness, though everything can be seen.
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"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body,
but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, "Wow! What a Ride!"

We do not Die, We Awaken to the Dream that We Lived.
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Restaurant, in and out, couldn’t quite get a fix on it. There were no dream characters. It was not lit very well, so I asked for light and I was able to see more. I asked for clarity because things were not focused well, and things suddenly came into focus in a narrow range of field. Though there were no dream characters, I began to hear voices. It was kind of spooky because it gave the impression of a haunted place. I kept drifting in and out and finally asked to remain in the dream world I had found myself in. It actually worked and I became ‘locked’ inito it, almost like locking coordinates onto it.

Dream characters came into view and I could interact with them. I remember seeing one female sitting down on a high stool. I was completely conscious and easily aware with absolutely no problems of staying in place now. I was goofing around trying to blow light into my hands with almost no success. The female on the stool, she looked in her low 20’s, said she loved being this close to me because she could feel my surrounding energy. I pressed light to her from my hands, though there was not much light at all, and asked her if she could feel it. She said a little bit. I started walking away from her to explore the place. She asked me not to leave because she wanted to stay in my energetic presence. She loved the feeling I was unknowingly emitting.

I got distracted by others standing near me. These other two kind of guided me away and into another area. They seemed to be of Asian descent, at least one of them, the other maybe from something like Korea or something. When we were alone in another large room, fairly bare of furniture or anything, I asked them if I knew either one of them very well, because it seemed that I did know at least one of them very well. One of them said, “Yes,” with a telepathic push of ‘for a long time’.

They said they had something for me. A ‘birth box’ or something like that. The exact word of the name they called it I cannot relate in written form. But it was a small container that had Samantha’s name on it with a date of September on it. Also on it beside her name was another name. It was hard to make out as all of the writing was in a script form and hard to make out, but the closest I got was Natishe.

I was very excited as this was only the second time I had heard anything about Samantha since her saying goodbye to incarnate in an infant in San Diego. I could feel a female presence with us, actually right next to me. They said that I could contact her anytime. I was very happy.

We left that room and entered another, this one with green tinged walls. There was a ‘superhero’ theme to the room and many very young boys milled around wearing superhero costumes. There were only a couple other men in the place, and I had the feeling they were the boy’s fathers. There were some superhero videogame like toys the small costumed boys were playing with.

I faded away and slowly opened my eyes in bed.

"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body,
but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, "Wow! What a Ride!"

We do not Die, We Awaken to the Dream that We Lived.
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Everything was clear in between the space of my hands. Then, little tiny, tiny silver/white sparks would shine like the tiniest diamonds.

Zoom in.

Tiny white dots floating in the clearness. The clearness was not light, not dark, just pure 'clearness'. White dots like beads of moisture seen in fog. Tiny , tiny, drifting. Silver/white streak races through them, perhaps 50x the height of a white dot, and 10x longer than itself in height. The white dots that are touched by the streak as it races through, sparkle like tiny white/sparks shining like the tiniest of diamonds.

Zoom in.

White sphere but see through. Energy band racing through it. Things that were split combine. White sphere is itself. It is the energy band that has the initial dynamics. The silver/white energy streak is made up of 3 ribbons. Zoom closer to the ribbons. They are toroids, but whose make-up is so flat that it appears as thick circular band...but they ARE toroids. Zoom out. As the energy streaks by and hits the clear white sphere/bubble there is a snapping together. Like a taught rubber band snapping while releasing energy. With that snapping the 3 toroidal shaped ribbons fuse with the sphere. All of them together make a 'hard surface.

Zoom in.

I can hold the new object with my hand. I try and decipher the pattern the ribbons make up but it is too difficult. One end of the multi-colored sphere is open, I peer inside it and it is absolutely hollow. I rotate it around to the opposite side and it all merges together and drapes down into the interior of the sphere, like an incredibly small, tiny, tiny...sphincter. lol

I think of the aether model and it doesn't match this form, though some things like the Lorenze shape might still work.

"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body,
but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, "Wow! What a Ride!"

We do not Die, We Awaken to the Dream that We Lived.
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"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body,
but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, "Wow! What a Ride!"

We do not Die, We Awaken to the Dream that We Lived.
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bumping this cause I'm only on page 3! lol This is an amazing thread. Will read the rest later tonight after dinner ;)

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I had an amazing dream journey last night. Loved it. These are beyond words, but it was about myself and a female ascending together. It took place in a highly advanced technological place that was shaped like a dark multifaceted smoke mirrored color, shifting paneled nested eggs. In the center of the eggs were a dark interior with greyish smoke colored glass panels and sitting arrangements and buttons, etc. When I would escape one of these by 'pushing' myself through its walls like a membrane, I would find myself traveling through a darkness with the same ambient light. I would eventually find myself in another egg shaped construct and start all over. After many of these I finally decided to change my pattern, and decided to go straight up, spiraling through the darkness, these metal organic eggs shining darkly within the ambient light passing by in the vast distance, along with other similar organic tech structures. Finally, I found her, and there was also a 'clone' of me that wasn't really there, but was. The three of us were racing upwards, with the clone like a shadow, trying to be the first to ascend out. The female and I realized we would never reach the end if we didn't hold hands and 'exit' at the same exact time. So, we, all three of us including my shadow clone, clasped our hands together and...light.
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I had an amazing dream journey last night. Loved it. These are beyond words, but it was about myself and a female ascending together. It took place in a highly advanced technological place that was shaped like a dark multifaceted smoke mirrored color, shifting paneled nested eggs. In the center of the eggs were a dark interior with greyish smoke colored glass panels and sitting arrangements and buttons, etc. When I would escape one of these by 'pushing' myself through its walls like a membrane, I would find myself traveling through a darkness with the same ambient light. I would eventually find myself in another egg shaped construct and start all over. After many of these I finally decided to change my pattern, and decided to go straight up, spiraling through the darkness, these metal organic eggs shining darkly within the ambient light passing by in the vast distance, along with other similar organic tech structures. Finally, I found her, and there was also a 'clone' of me that wasn't really there, but was. The three of us were racing upwards, with the clone like a shadow, trying to be the first to ascend out. The female and I realized we would never reach the end if we didn't hold hands and 'exit' at the same exact time. So, we, all three of us including my shadow clone, clasped our hands together and...light.

Then, in the early hours, I dreamed of a freight train wreck. One train plowed into another perpendicularly.
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I had an amazing dream journey last night. Loved it. These are beyond words, but it was about myself and a female ascending together. It took place in a highly advanced technological place that was shaped like a dark multifaceted smoke mirrored color, shifting paneled nested eggs. In the center of the eggs were a dark interior with greyish smoke colored glass panels and sitting arrangements and buttons, etc. When I would escape one of these by 'pushing' myself through its walls like a membrane, I would find myself traveling through a darkness with the same ambient light. I would eventually find myself in another egg shaped construct and start all over. After many of these I finally decided to change my pattern, and decided to go straight up, spiraling through the darkness, these metal organic eggs shining darkly within the ambient light passing by in the vast distance, along with other similar organic tech structures. Finally, I found her, and there was also a 'clone' of me that wasn't really there, but was. The three of us were racing upwards, with the clone like a shadow, trying to be the first to ascend out. The female and I realized we would never reach the end if we didn't hold hands and 'exit' at the same exact time. So, we, all three of us including my shadow clone, clasped our hands together and...light.

Then, in the early hours, I dreamed of a freight train wreck. One train plowed into another perpendicularly.
 Quoting: Septenary Man


This thread was amazing to read and picture it in my mind.
Thanks :)
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"Thou we are not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven that which we are, we are.
One equal temper of heroic hearts made weak by time and fate but strong in will to strive, to seek, to find and not to yield"
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Glad you liked it Kael. Had a really cool lucid dream last night as well. Just about every night I have them.
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Glad you liked it Kael. Had a really cool lucid dream last night as well. Just about every night I have them.
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I also dream each night (if i get some sleep). Sometimes i can't sleep at all. I'm working towards lucidity and OBE's.

I want to explore this:
crystalcave
And other places :)
"Thou we are not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven that which we are, we are.
One equal temper of heroic hearts made weak by time and fate but strong in will to strive, to seek, to find and not to yield"
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There are places out there that are indescribable.
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There are places out there that are indescribable.
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Or 'in' there.

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There are places out there that are indescribable.
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Or 'in' there.

1dunno1
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If we really think about it there is no inside or outside, there is only consciousness.



Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.

lmao
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One equal temper of heroic hearts made weak by time and fate but strong in will to strive, to seek, to find and not to yield"
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There are places out there that are indescribable.
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Or 'in' there.

1dunno1
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If we really think about it there is no inside or outside, there is only consciousness.




Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.

lmao
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applause
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When I was confronted with my Cthulhu...I don't like discussing this because discussing it makes it seem like I think it is wholly 'real'. I do not, though I can except it if it were, or if it weren't. In other words, it doesn't matter to me if it was an actual encounter, or my own mind creating the illusion of encounter. The end result to me is the same, and eventually is of no consequence, as I am what I am.

OK, my disclaimer is over. lol

When I was confronted with a Cthulhu type thought form/experience, it was of black tentacles...ah, I want to tell the details, but I will be brief just so there is an atmosphere.

My consciousness was above a dark land, lit with a silver light across the landscape. It had been a long time of lucidity, perhaps 5 hours or so dream time, and I was growing bored. I wondered if the dark places exist in all places, and thought of going down under the earth, where I was always pulled by something beyond my control when I tried to 'ascend' into the sky.

The landscape was of rolling hills and sparse trees, silver and dark blue...and black the only colors. As if monochrome with the inclusion of blue.

I was bored. Again, I wondered if the dark places are within everything while I gazed floating above this amazing landscape. So I tested it, and drove myself deep through the snows, deep into darkness, into the earth.

I found myself in a small cavern, ceiling perhaps 12 feet high, dirt and rocky walls as if natural. The black tentacles immediately swarmed over me, most generally the thickness of my arm, though they all varied. The feelings are palpable, of darkness, of smothering, of heightened fear that is not only emotional, but physical as well. These are times when I say, that to subject someone to these dual...saturating feelings of...of...palpable massive feelings is just fucking wrong. Even if it is myself creating it in my mind.

I used to know exactly what happened, but I never wrote it down. I had manifested light as a type of weapon, though the word weapon is inaccurate, but I do not feel like defining why.

I wielded light. I used it as protection, but it was offensive as well. Or, maybe I was offensive when the tentacles en-wrapped me. So I used my protection offensively to...man this is hard to describe. I used my protection and projected it outward to give me room in my thoughts to 'work'. Then, I welled up a vast intention that is formed not of words, but of images. I imaged the my light saturating the entire cavern, embedding into everything, including the 'air' and radiating out as far as it would go, but only superficially, not 'interior'. The fucker would not let me leave, not by tentacles, but by its own intention.

But, I decided to not manifest my intention, I merely showed an image of it within me, without me, to show 'it' what I was going to do if it continued 'attacking' me. I was welcoming it to interact with me, but the moment it intruded upon/inside me, then I would release the intention.

LMAO! It changed immediately into a beautiful woman. The woman manifested about 15 feet away from me, and was crying, and merely wanted to be held, wanted comfort, wanted to get inside of me.

I do not believe in the 'God' most people do, but I pulled hard on God, drawing it in. I did not intention Source, or IT, or the like, but drew on the concept of a brilliant god...that was light and was part of me.

Fucker went insane, lmao! It was similar to a stalemate just by it not wanting to manifest my intention. I pushed my intention into it, without manifesting my intention, just to get him it to let go without destroying it. It's...thoughts receded, though it still existed in front of me, as a fine ass blond female that turned from pretend sorrow and anguish, to obscene raging anger.

I stared, as calm as you could imagine, and pulled my thoughts out.

SHIT! I told you guys another one of my experiences that I keep inside. lol Oh well.
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Hours of dreams last night. They all revolved around water, and being in water.

I even had one where I was standing on the beach, and massive events happened beyond the ocean's horizon that formed incredible tsunamis. Then, a massive beast was seen looming from the ocean depths coming from that direction.

It happened with 3 different versions. The first time, the beast was more organic. The second time, the beast was organic/mechanistic. The third time, entirely mechanistic.

Even when the beasts made it on shore in the three different versions, the water was surrounding it, as if they were literally manifested within the tsunamis.

That was just a glimpse of last night. But, it all was based on being in water.
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2007 I mastered lucid dreaming. Fully. I had them nearly every night and could stay in them as long as I wanted without being pulled awake.

I began spiritual practices in my dreams. I began reading Tibetan Yogas of Dream and Sleep, and mastered all of the techniques in less than two weeks, which normally took the monks an entire lifetime to master, or 'lifetimes'. Meditation, intentions, learning how to 'change' energy, viewing and sometimes experiencing parts of myself before I was human, mirror scrying inside dreams, astral travel, creating 'light' that I could use as a tool, experiments in how electricity and magnetism are formed (as well as charge), viewing the solar system from afar to figure where we are in relation to the fluff, etc, etc. All of which were entirely accurate.

As all the above was going on, I had visitations of Greys and Mantis ET. Greys at first, on Dec 21 and 23. Eventually they completely stopped coming and I was being visited by a Mantis type ET. With that relationship, it was as if a bond was being created. Impossible to describe energy exchanges etc.

This is all occurring between 2007-2011. I think the last time I was visited was late 2010.

Still during all of this, I was advancing powerfully in the dream state. I began creating stuff over there, and raising myself into higher astral states, and even higher places (don't know what to call them). Then, one night when I was trying to raise myself (making myself vibrate faster), I was pulled down. I call the places I was forced down into, the dark places. The imagination cannot conceive of what I went through down there for the couple years I was being pulled down. Eventually, I master light energy while down there, and began bringing light to all the dark places, which lit me up like a beacon, and the nasties would come.

Long story short, I ended up freeing souls down there, and dissolving massive layers of the lower astral through the gift of light energy, and sneakiness. I would get pulled down, and instead of fighting to get back into the light areas, I decided to imbue entire areas with light, including any entity down there that violated my free will (attacked me). God, I can still see the layers disintegrating into gold sparks of light, massive. I began letting entities take me, and I would block out all energy signatures that would normally radiate out. They would bring me to places of...of dark power. Once I was in certain areas, I would release my energy, like exhaling. plant my feet, and clear my mind, and draw in energy. Entities would begin attacking. I was a magnet. I learned to divide my...intentions and keep multiple intentions/consciousnesses active at the same time. So as I continued drawing in energy, I was 'removing' the attacking entities. Then, big nasties would come, as if they were the owners/guardians of particular areas in the dark places. They are a pain in the ass! I directed the energies straight down through me in one large 'punch' like release, with an intent to ripple out and spread once it hit the 'ground'. I would tear down entire areas this way.

(Shit, this was supposed to be short)

Anyway, I was going through this all in the 7 year span that is just now finishing. My wife and I lost everything because of the economy tanking in 2008. Lost the house, eventually the cars, our life savings dwindled into the negative.

I was immensely depressed. I was conscious 24/7. Even in my sleep I was fully conscious! For about 3-4 years straight, nearly every single night.

I couldn't find a way to release. Finally, when I did it was already the first month or two of 2012. Finally I had some respite. Now, in 2013, I finally have a semblance of peace that I have never felt before. (I have never felt peace in my entire life).

OK, that was the 'short' version, lol. There is so much more. I have more memories of the other side than I do of waking reality. Imagine that...I have lived many lifetimes in this one.
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Last night was a perfect example of why I have more memories of the other side than I do of waking memory. Trying to find a sequence of which part I had first is difficult, as if one occurs within the other one, but they are separate experiences/visions whatever you want to call them.

I’ll start with the first that comes to mind. I was up in Maine on my family’s property, camping in a pop up camper with my twin brother. Oh! As I write this another memory came in that preceded this one. Good, the sequence is revealing itself now.

I was sitting on a park type bench with my mother, brother, and one my best friends, Greg. It was very dark out. We were just talking about whatever when I had a large, large beetle land on my back. I tried to remain calm as I could feel it moving up my back. I asked Greg to remove it and it was a pure black beetle with large mandibles a little bigger than the size of an open hand.

We went into the camper to sleep. Greg went elsewhere, it was just my twin brother and I. Laying there going to sleep, I began having dreams inside this dream. When I awoke out of one, I couldn’t believe how dark everything had become. I had a slight flushed feeling that I get when the ET’s are about to visit. I remember looking out the screen enclosure waiting for them to show up, and I was very much on edge.

I stepped out of the camper and walked down towards the beach of the bay the property sits in front of. At that time I saw 5 orbs swirling in the distance coming straight at me. The orbs had a central bright light about the size of a basketball that was opaque, with a surrounding nimbus of light which made the sphere’s diameter about 6 feet.
I stood there waiting as they came closer and closer, starting high in the atmosphere, coming down at an angle to level off about 4 feet above the ground. They were moving about 20 mph and heading straight towards me. I braced myself for impact by using my lucid dream technique of pulling all my energy into a compact sphere around me where nothing comes in and nothing goes out. The first one hit me. I was thinking it was going to send me flying, but the opposite happened, the orb rebounded and shot off, the remaining 4 following it.

I thought that must have been what I was feeling, the orbs not ET, so I went back to the camper…where two Greys were waiting for me. I have learned that sometimes in these types of dreams that instead of them taking initiative, I take initiative thought it scares the living hell out of me to do so. It is one of the most frightening things I have to do. So, I picked up the first one that was just outside the pop-up door. The other was actually inside the pop-up camper, which I had yet to see. When I picked the Gray up it was fully started, I told him, “I love you guys,” smiling my best behind a tsunami of fear. It changed shape. I set it down and turned to go into the pop-up. When I pulled the door open, it was pulled shut. I did it again and that is when I saw the head of the other Gray looking at me. Fear washed over me all brand new. I pulled the door again to open it, and it pulled it shut.

I walked away.

Transition. I found myself on a beach type setting on a massive cliff made of sand and dunes, not rocky. I decided to have fun, so I leaped off the edge into the night, seeing the sand/water below rushing up to meet me. At that point I remembered that I was going to try and go into the lower astral to see if the astral layers were still there. I plunged through the sand and small layer of water with the intent that once I penetrated the sand and water layer I would be in the astral heading down through layers.
Perfect. I broke through into an astral plain. It was dark as it always is. More chaotic shapes and forms rushed passed me. They were without any type of energy signatures, which is unusual. Normally at this initial point a rush of anxiety will flow through me. The view of my surroundings was extremely limited to perhaps only six feet. It was difficult to hold on to the astral as it seemed like a force was trying to push me back out, so I concentrated on my outstretched arms and nothing else but the movement down into the depths.

As I have experienced before, I punched through that layer and entered another plain. This was familiar, yet it was if the colors were mostly washed away. It is very dark with a single layer of geometric shapes that glow like landscape stretching out to infinity along the x-axis. There is no curvature here as you would see with earth. I knew that once I punched through this layer, I would get into the meat of the lower astral. I still felt this push against me, not wanting me to go down further. I did the opposite and ‘pulled’ myself down through the layer of symbols.

WTF. Totally different than it usually is. First thing I immediately noticed was there was no energy signature of fear that ALWAYS accompanied these places before. Then, I noticed the surroundings, and it was like being within a massive sandstorm, but the sand being more like static, incredibly dark with streaks of dark grey flashing by. Winds buffeting, visibility almost nil. The wind was running horizontal yet I was being pulled out. I was facing head down, feet up when I made the entrance and it literally was pulling me back out feet first. I felt something flash past me that had an energy signature. A slight fear but more of a running to get away from something that it could never outrun. I saw legs and feet pumping. I immediately opened myself up like a flower and wrapped this entire entity up, folding myself together so the entity was enclosed within my embrace, and then I sealed it. Opening myself up like that, well, I knew I was going to get pulled out immediately. Sure enough, my package and I streamed back up through the layers. I let go any resistance, and reverse myself and pulled myself up helping the energy that was pulling me out. We were gaining an incredible velocity, which is what I intended. I had a plan to launch myself and this other entity as high into the upper astral as possible, where I would release it, knowing that I would be pulled back out of the upper astral. But, at least I could help whatever I had wrapped up get out of that place.

Velocity slowed, and I continued to push, draining all my energies in the process. At the apex, I released and something wholly unexpected happened. A celebration erupted around me even as I fell back down through the layers. Music and lights and emotions of happiness faded above me as I went back down.

I did the same thing. I used the momentum to go back down into the lower layers. I grabbed another. I was surprised because the place felt so empty. I imagine with my intention being to grab another I was automatically steered towards another as I went down through the geometric symbols layer.

I had completely exhausted my energy by this time. I made it to the middle astral layers where I knew it would be able to make it the rest of the way, it would just take it longer. I couldn’t hold it anymore, I could travel anymore. I was absolutely spent.

Transition. I found myself on waves in the sunlight. Beautiful surroundings. I was being given a rest. The remainder of the dreams were 100% lucid with me interacting with hundreds and hundreds of people. I enjoyed showing them the easy tricks I had learned. Many old friends were mixed in with all these people on docks and wharfs and restaurants next to this incredible ocean. This last dream was an entire day of playing…


There was much more, but these were the important parts.
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Was there such a thing as emotions in the golden age or did that start after?
 Quoting: fancy 31967689


the last time we were prompted to within our golden age via our memory fields may provide an insight into the general emotional state of our environment
we use the word canopy because it best described the emotional and physical sensation of our earth being within our saturns plasma sphere
our sky was a physical place of comfortable design to our senses
we adored being within it

5/9/2012 8:52 AM

one thing for sure, the reality is we live within a canopy
it is far more than a belief, it is a physical sensation supported by vision that above us is a "canopy" , or a place which we can see into but it is not "see through"
it possess physical texture
the sensation is nice , it is how it naturally is and always is
the surprise is the motions we now see and experience within this above prompting us to know that what we see was always their within this place above but before, "they" were peacefully unseen but for a long time now, they have been actively visible
 Quoting: aether


and the same things but of different size that we can see within our "canopy" have begun to arise, like flames flickering from a fire, out of the ground or out of air, at places we live, everywhere
 Quoting: aether


so the question that is arising seems to be:
did we construct buildings of symbol and design that align to that which exists beyond the "canopy" once the canopy had gone and we could see

or

where the buildings of symbol and design constructed and aligned to that which we could not see in anticipation of that which was was to be

as in did we possess the ability to "quickly" construct that which we still can not imagine constructing today in alignment to all that we still see today
if yes
why did we bother because we must have know what we were aligning to and why
and nothing comes to mind on that topic
why construct information of something you already know

it makes more sense to construct information of that which will become known
that motive works
 Quoting: aether


yes it seems life within the "canopy" was as complex as it is today but the cause of the complexity was know to be the canopy hence there existed no mystery at the root of all complexity
the canopy always was thus all complexity was the result of a single simplicity, the canopy
the cause of cause
hence everyone was content within their infinite complexity of simplicity

i love it
 Quoting: aether



okay now we are becoming familiar with life within the canopy the buildings of that era take on a different sensation
they were not constructed to replicate a belief
they were constructed to fulfill known functions of practical application
the overall sensation is that of a complex diverse society on interactive origins
nothing built was an expression of faith
everything built was design of it`s function
the reason for some of the apparent differing designs is attributable to the differing forms of application different origin people applied the same two forces of singular function
collectively the singular effect these diverse applications of forces represented in expression of life within the canopy is one of harmonic complexity born from diversity of common emotive interest
 Quoting: aether


earth within the canopy is beginning to sense as one very nice place to be thus is frequently visited by others whom enjoy being there
 Quoting: aether


well that is weird
starts to make sense of the same 2 forces of singular effect being utilized by cultural design of origin from two galaxies
when the canopy was here this difference made no difference but since the canopy went the designs do not match as well in our new to us state of unawareness thus we have structure by design that conflicts with our intuition and we never know why because we possess no memory of why it is so
 Quoting: aether


At that time there was no Sun as we know it today. There was no way to tell day from night. No stars could be seen through the dense atmospheric purple haze and there was no moon from which to tell the passing of time by its phases or from which the Earth’s oceans could be influenced in great tidal movements. Man lived in a perpetual state of dusky darkness. The warm and bountiful purple hue permeated all existence and the nocturnal thrived.
 Quoting: observation


if you didn`t see our universe you didn`t possess desire to go into it
content under the canopy , no mysteries
you replicate what you see in the canopy, the vortice , on the ground , the hoops/wheels
you don`t need to know it`s vortical, you don`t need to know about the 2 forces, the cause of cause of singular effect
you are content under the canopy
loved and provided for, naturally

the only ones that need to know the cause of cause of singular effect are the visitors because, without knowing that, they could never cross the distance to visit
 Quoting: aether


Shintoism: the sword is derived from a lightening -flash archetype , of which it is the decedent

so our "gods taught us to fight
the harmony of our eternity to us was shattered by continuous battles of a grand scale within the "canopy"
soon these battles came down to earth as the gods fought each other amongst us
when their wars were over we were left with a memory that was never erased
it is natural to fight
and
following the departing of our canopy and golden age, we were left with only mysteries to fight over for the right answers

which takes us back before this location
it seems our original knowing of our sky/canopy was devoid of the emotion we call god
the continuous motion of saturn, venus and mars above our heads in their near earth locations within saturns dense heliosphere prompted the 2 knowing, our environment and us
this knowing does not translate in emotion to our emotive personalities of today as of yet and when it does, it will be of greater complexity than our past because we are forced to incorporate more substance (scale) in our definition of all that is not us.

but for the purpose of this topic we will tell it is the garden of eden sensation without sensation of god
it is just the garden and us and the garden possess the magnificent ability to fill our sky with glory of an enigmatic design

the cause of this enigmatic design later become "enlivened" as it formed into differing designs which caused material changes to our mood and memory of what those designs may have been
 Quoting: aether


 Quoting: aether


the interesting part is when the sky/canopy "came down" we knew where saturn, mars and venus had gone to
it is unlikely we could have guessed correctly
so it seems following our experience of the garden roof leaving through a titanic struggle, both in the sky and on the ground, by objects that must possess life to have enabled them to act as they do, we correctly knew that objects at a distance effected us
what we were presented with when the sky came down was the objects that affect us still being in our sky , just further away, plus a whole host of new objects in our new sky to effect us also
therefore the sensible tradition arose to discover what effects all the objects now in our sky could and did have upon ourselves
this is why for thousands of years the most important people in the land , second only to the king/queen, where the astrologers, the predictive ones of everything's future
 Quoting: aether


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