"Communism for California" west coast riots from 2006 dream (update: streaming hive mind dream)

Yes, sorry I failed to mention I had heard of ORMES, but don't have much experience with it. I saw a video, years ago, of David Hudson who, I think, later disappeared. I think it is a science that should be studied. How it would effect DNA, I don't know.

You are welcome. Thank you for taking the time to consider it.

Thanks for the response.
If David Hudson has disappeared, it's because he is on the run from being sued or jailed. Not joking. There were accidents that occurred and much fraud.

This topic is about the "white stone". It is mentioned in all ancient cultures. It's as if thousands of years ago, it was somewhat of a common practice for those regarded as "priests" , "sages", and "gurus". An interesting study is "Hermes Trismigestus".

The white stone is of course, Alchemy, which also is the true priesthood. The white stone is mentioned in the bible as a "rebirth" upon which is written a 'new name'.

The texts basically say that it heals just about everything and enables people to live to about 250 yrs old. As far as DNA, it would likely be that the substance restores the original chemistry and bio-design of the body which would likely eliminate anything foreign.

I've wondered if this is the age when it will become known again, but likely only for the few.

Some cringe with the idea that Alchemy is the Priesthood. It takes a long while to realize that they are the same. It's all about intention used with power. Power is power. Power in and of itself is not polarized to dark or light. It's takes the individual to decide what to do with it.

It is said that the white stone changes the nature of a person to a clean child like state....and cleanses negativity out of the body which then assists the mind to clarify. It could be termed "baptism".

some synonyms, each from different cultures.

-Agnihotra
-Soma
-White stone
-Amrit
-The Milk

The red stone enables a person to live past a 1000yrs which can enable someone to finish out their spiritual growth without dying. Biblically - to live to the age of a tree.(the millenium).

synonyms-

-red stone
-The meat

Frank

Hi Frank, thanks for your thoughts on this.

Have you succeeded in making real Ormus - or do you know someone who has? Is there an alchemist text that you believe gives good instructions? I am interested in the science.

The subject seems largely hidden behind "hoodoo" IMO. Most of the Ormus sites I come up with give me the feeling I'm going to be told my daily horoscope and given a recipe for a botanical mind-altering drug. Neither of which interest me.

But healing the damaging effects of genetic modification could enormously valuable to the whole planet. So if you can direct me to a good "recipe" - I would be very grateful.

I used to study the subject quite a bit, but after much study, and time, I finally got frustrated enough to let it go.

The most simple methods are the best. Starting with gold metal to create ormes is going at it backwards. Barry Carter is the most authoritative source on the subject, but as I've said before, he understood the basics, but where to take it from there or modify his methods is unknown to me.

The seawater, vortex action, and magnetic influence method is the one that I would stick with and go from there. You can google those keywords and his name and you'll get all the info you need. Divine inspiration would have to assist you from there. The necessary info was never forthcoming for me.

The study of Joseph of Arimethea may also be helpful.

Good luck to you :)

Hey, thank you for this. Will look into it.

^ Trump and the vaccine.

earlier above, OP mentioned that the liberals went nuts over a president that they hated being elected which cause serious problems.

if trump does get re-elected....then comes the real shake up. boom boom

found this in an old file today

Window of Opportunity
Filed Under: Teaching Dreams, War and Apocalyptic — 2 Comments/ November 21, 2010



There were several different scenarios in which I watched different people, or groups of people, who had not taken the mark (the chip, vaccine) be apprehended by the “authorities” and taken for “questioning and processing.” So, I will describe some of the most memorable scenarios below, but first I will outline some facts that I knew to be true while I was dreaming:

1) The time was fairly soon after the mark was issued.
2) There was a large, new,  group of “authorities” that were not really police. They reminded me of community service type people as a lot of them were young… but not all.  I don’t think they answered to the police… but rather to others of their own kind.
3) It was not possible to buy groceries in a regular store now. I remember being afraid that there was actually some kind of detector at/near the grocery store door itself, alerting someone that a chip-less individual had entered. I believed the same systems were also installed on any kind of government building, including schools, etc…
4) The control of this new system did not stretch beyond city/town limits. It seemed to be too difficult to control the rural areas… or too expensive. They also seemed to assume that everyone has to come to town sometime.
5) It was still possible to exist in town by living out of dumpsters and sleeping outdoors like an indigent. Some people also seemed to be existing off of the goodwill of “legal” relatives and friends. But, just like now (in our town) the public service van is always looking for drunks and out-of-order bums and picking them up to detain them overnight, there were now vans driving around looking for people that looked like they were loitering around the backsides of stores and begging, rather than shopping.


So on to the dreams…

First Scenario:
I saw a group of about 3 people living the way I just described… eating out of the dumpster and living outdoors and with friends mostly. They were young people. They did not strike me as religious, just in opposition to the loss of liberty. They were refusing to comply with the system in a quiet manner. It was autumn and I noticed that the main guy wore black gloves with the fingers cut off and a jacket-vest. While they were digging for food, they were caught and taken for “questioning and processing.” The building was utterly plain and unidentifiable to me. There was only one “cop-like” person guarding the foyer area. It was like a waiting room with hard plastic seats along the walls and a vending machine. The “cop” dude stood out there occasionally opening and closing a door to the interior of the building. This door seemed to lead to cells or detaining rooms. There was a desk at the back of the room where a secretary type person was working behind heavy glass.
I will call the three unlawful people the “Good Guys”. The good guys were separated and taken individually to part of the building that was opposite of the cell/holding room side. The guy that brought them in sat down and waited in the waiting room.
The good guys were then questioned by someone who had been hired to go over a list of questions. I don’t remember all the questions but here are some of them:
“Why don’t you have the chip?”
“Are you a t3rr0r1st?”
“Do you consort with t3rr0r1sts?”
“Where do you live? Where do you stay? Whose house are you staying at?”
“What are the names of your friends?”
“What are the names of the people  you have stayed with?”
“Who have you talked to and been with during the time in which you have participated in t3rr0r1st activities?”
There was a constant badgering for names and addresses. There was also a constant assumption that to refuse the mark was an act of t3rr0r1sm. I saw that a good way to handle the interrogation was to act like a mentally-handicapped indigent and to not have any friends or family.  The guy I was watching did this.
He was eventually sent out for “processing.” This was a lot like being sent out of driver’s court, after being told to go get your license and come back. When he entered the foyer, the authority that had brought him there was waiting to escort him to a nearby building for his processing. I knew that this would be paperwork, etc… and then having the chip implanted. He would then be released.  He was escorted out the door and looked around. There was no one with a weapon anywhere near and the rural hills beyond the city were in plain sight. The good guy took off running for the hills. His “authority” shouted at him and chased him for less than 30 feet, then went back inside to report a runaway.

The second scenario:
I then dreamed about a couple of people who heard the mark was going into effect and was already in all the main grocery stores and main places in town. They left town on foot because there were roadblocks on all the main roads leaving the city. They then went to rural gas stations and bought all the chips and nuts and candy bars that they had cash for and loaded it all into a duffle bag (all the same day.) It got cold and they ate all of their food and were getting hungry and talking about what they should do. I knew that if they would just go ahead and hike into the mountains, that God would take care of them there. I don’t know how. They talked about doing this and thought maybe they would. First they stopped at a house in a rural area that had an old garden in the backyard, now wilted and decayed looking. They asked the owners if they could dig around in the garden for any root vegetables that they might have left behind.
The owner of the house was a good, kind man and knew why this couple was hungry and running without having to ask. He told them yes, and then went to his pantry and loaded a bag full of food for them. I saw that he did not have the mark yet either, but that he was not prepared for the long haul and was undecided about what he would do. I think his wife did have the mark already.
The couple left with a lot of food and decided to head for the mountains.

In the third dream scenario:
I saw another person being caught in the city and knew that this person had been caught before and had run away before receiving the chip. When he was brought in for processing he was recognized and guarded more carefully during the whole process. He also played dumb and paranoid, like a street person. He was put in handcuffs and led out to be processed. I saw him consider attacking his guard in order to knock him down and run away. I saw that this was a viable option. In one version of the dream, he did hit the guard and throw him to the ground and take off running. He was stuck with handcuffs on and this made him awkward, but he did get away. Now he needed to find someone who would help him get the handcuffs off.
In the other version of this same dream I saw him decide to go with his guard and he got the chip. His handcuffs were taken off and he was released. He left the city and sat down near a rural gas station with a borrowed pocketknife from someone (I think that’s how he got it) and cut deeply into his hand between his thumb and forefinger and dug something out. He left it there on the ground and walked into the mountains.
In other smaller pieces of scenarios I saw people even be able to sneak out of the questioning building before processing without ever being seen because God (I believe) distracted their guard. He would be at the vending machine with his back turned, or pacing in the corner on a cell phone, or something… and the good guy could just walk out. In those two cases I think the good guy was a girl…
I also saw in a few cases how if you were caught more than once, it was much harder to get away, and if you were caught more than twice, you were “taken away.” So, it was important to leave the city and not come back. I also was constantly persuaded that God’s protection and provision for the good guys was up in the mountains… not in town. It took a lot of faith to walk into the on-coming winter in the mountains with no hope of shelter and food. But I knew it was there. I also knew that this time of it being possible to get away wouldn’t last forever… I knew there were some people in town waiting in their houses, and that they would wait until it would become much colder and harder to get away.

Anyway… this was super long and wandering… the dream was even more so. Hope it is useful. We did pray about it and DH thought I should post it when I had a chance. I finally did.

thanks bump

I'm bumping this because of the next dream. . .

Dream: The Pool of Tears 4-2-21

Last night I dreamed God was showing me a place that had big glass vats/ pools made of crystal walls girded with silver belts, and inside the nearest vat was clear liquid. He asked me “do you know what this is?” I said, “no” and he told me to lean over and listen. I leaned over a vat, over the water, and listened. He tapped the side of the vat and “troubled” the water and it boiled up around me with the sound of thousands of voices crying out “help me! help me! Oh, God, help me!”

I felt I would drown in their cries. It choked me and filled me with grief. Then I knew the water was tears. When I was sure I would die of the grief, he lifted me up and set me on my feet.

“These are the cries of dead and dying,” he said. “The deceived, the innocent, and the helpless. I have counted their cries and their tears. But the trouble has just begun. This is a tiny percentage of those who will cry out before this is finished and the time for judgement comes. The vats will all be full.”

I looked up and saw many empty vats waiting. The one I had almost drowned in was half full.

I awoke and thought again of Jeremiah 9. It felt appropriate to mourn for the children especially - not the complicit and those who are bowing down to blood-thirsty gods of Babylon - but for those who are simple, honest or young.

I dreamed this about 10 years ago, and may have posted it before, but I don't think so. . . and don't have time to look through all 10 pages. Now, suddenly it may be relevant.

Killing the Parasites - 2010

I dreamed I was in a large commercial kitchen of a school-like building with many halls and rooms. There was a disease of some sort spreading that was new and unfamiliar.

The ill people seemed oddly soulless/unlike themselves at first and developed a craving for carbohydrates. They would come to the kitchen looking for rice, noodles, bread, etc. . . The carbohydrates were never enough to satisfy them and the first person who died had worms coming out of her mouth and nose. They appeared to have multiplied to a point where she could not eat enough carbohydrates to satisfy them, and so they had come up and choked her to death.

The parasites spread from person to person. I remember feeling like the infection had been maliciously poured out on us somehow: through the air ducts or in the water, or in the food.

In the dream I was told to protect myself with lavender essential oil. I put it on a scarf and wrapped the scarf around my face.

I sprinkled lavender oil on the worms the girl had choked on and they died.

More zombie-like sick people were trying to get into the kitchen to get carbs so I dribbled lavender oil across the doorway. The infected people were repelled by the oil as well. Some began to puke up worms when they smelled the lavender oil and were cured.

Outside the window I saw a maintenance man remove a manhole cover to work on clogged sewage pipes. I saw that the pipes were clogged with parasites that the infected people had pooped into the toilets. The worms spilled out and infected the maintenance man. I went outside and poured lavender oil in the manhole. The parasites died there as well, but there were too many of them for me to beat back.

There were other scenes that I no longer remember. I think I felt that any strong, pungent essential oil would work, like: tea tree oil, oregano oil, possibly rosemary, cedar and pine oils. But I had a bottle of lavender and was using it to protect myself.

I awoke and went and bought some carpenter masks and dosed them with lavender oil. I wore one whenever the skies were heavily sprayed.

But perhaps these oils will also stop spike proteins. If you have to be around the vaccinated, I would suggest you wrap a scarf dosed with lavender oil around your face.

There is a reason the vaccinated "no longer have to wear masks."

People being chipped through vaccination made me ask the question "why" and then I remembered an old dream I had. Had to dig out an old hard drive to find it:

Hover Craft
Filed Under: War and Apocalyptic — 4 Comments
July 28, 2009 (before drones were much of a thing)

I had two dreams in the last month about hover craft. The first one was nearly a month ago when I was quite ill and never recorded it. The last one was a few nights ago. Both of them seemed to warn about a hover craft that was a “seek out” type of technology that enabled the enemy to find people wherever they were hiding.

1) Fan Powered Hover Craft?
In the first dream I saw a small village/town in what looked like the CO Rockies. It was high in altitude and very beautiful. A woman had built herself a small self-sustaining, low energy home on the upper side of the community. It was made of cedar logs and was built into the mountain side. It was square and had windows and an A frame roof.
I saw the village destroyed by small missiles I am not familiar with. They were maybe six feet long??? They seemed light weight and like they were programmed to seek and destroy structures. I was trying to discern if they were “attracted” to square shapes, windows, certain kinds of material, movement??? I couldn’t tell for sure. Occasionally one would hit a tree or the ground, but this seemed like an exception or accident, not the rule. They mostly managed to swerve around trees, and fly uphill without hitting the ground.
The woman’s house at the top of the steep village was the last one untouched. She was out in front of it with a crazed look on her face, like she wasn’t sane anymore. She was desperate to protect her house… to a degree that struck me as funny and tragic at the same time. She had a huge pond net… like the kind you clean trout ponds with (I think) and was holding it like a butterfly net. She was trying to ward off or catch the missiles as they came near her. She was bleeding a lot from fragments of things that had blown up. I saw a missile come up the hill toward her and she screamed at it like it was a sentient enemy and tried to catch the missile in her net. I laughed incredulously as she was knocked forcefully to the ground with the impact of the missile hitting her net, but she did manage to stop it before it hit her house. She frantically flung it with the torn and broken net even as it exploded. Somehow, I think because she was partially behind some rocks, she was not killed.
It seemed to be the last missile. She staggered to her feet in the burning debris and looked around with a dazed expression. There was a cool wind blowing. It seemed like autumn or early winter to me. There was some snow.
Then, in the sudden silence, I heard a hum.
Hover craft or drones… or… not sure what to call them… they looked remotely like flying garbage cans with fins… reached the area and then bobbed upright???
Their armor was white (for the snow on the mountains). They had a “face” that was obviously searching and recording info by scanning the area. I think these craft could have been fan powered, but not sure.
One of the hover craft moved close to the woman and began scanning her. She became very still. It kept scanning, as if unsatisfied with the results. She held her breath. It scanned her for another 2 minutes, approximately… until she thought her breath would explode out of her body. Then, it seemed satisfied and moved away from her. I felt that she would probably be safe.
It seemed that these things were searching for movement. I awoke.


2) Anti Gravity hover craft?

I passed other people as I ran into the trees. I only had two children with me. It seemed like we had split up for safety, but were going to the same place.
Soon I heard a low pitch hum coming closer. I pulled both kids with me down into the fallen leaves under a platform that appeared to be for either holding firewood on top in deep snow, or sheltering it underneath… or both. I laid still under the platform and whispered to the kids to be quiet. A hover craft appeared that was obviously not fan powered. It looked like a remote control airplane about… 8 – 10 feet across in wingspan?? It was small enough to move among the trees. It had an odd square nose. It stopped near our location and hovered for a minute and then slowly passed over. I knew it was scanning the area. I also knew that we might make it if we did not move or make any sound.
I was SO thankful I had taught my little ones to be quiet and still upon command.
I noticed a second craft in the air, flying around and saw that it was bigger and different, but also unmanned. It had a pointed nose, and missiles attached to it, I think. Or some other “gun” type things. I realized that it was waiting for info from the hover craft. One was for seeking… the other for destroying.
They passed us by and we went out again and kept running.
Then I heard the craft coming a second time.
We laid down in the open this time, just in the leaves. I told my kids to not look, and to be quiet and still. Again the craft hovered over us and scanned us. This time I felt the impulse to study it for the purpose of figuring out how to destroy it in the future.
I noticed that it had an antennae. I noticed that the power source seemed to be in the belly, closer to the back half of the belly. It did not look very tough… I thought I might be able to bash through the belly with a large rock… then doubted that thought. I thought it was so close that if I had wire cutters I could jump on it and cut off the antennae. I wondered how I could destroy it without being killed by the other craft. I thought that if I could destroy the “seek” craft first, then the destroy craft wouldn’t know where I was. I would have to be very fast.
I awoke.

Chinafornia

6-6-21 - My Sister's Lover Is Trying To Kill Her

The setting of this dream was during the Civil War.

A good man who would have otherwise been drafted and forced to fight took his wife and toddler son and his wife’s younger sister into the Smoky mountains to hide and lay low until the war was over. The girls had no one else to take care of them and if he had left, they would probably have starved. He seemed cool - not a coward. He hunted, worked to build a cabin, etc. . .

The spoiled wife was a bit of a whiner type - not very skilled or hard working. Enough was never enough.

The younger sister was mature for her age and “long suffering” sort of typified her. Willingness to be the servant.

A defected soldier who had done something bad (rape?) and was starving and slightly wounded came upon the man/husband who was chopping wood in the forest. The soldier saw the house and the women in the distance, hanging up laundry. He saw that the good man’s gun was at a distance, against a tree. The defected soldier shot the good man, (who didn’t see it coming), and killed him. Then he approached the cabin, limping.

The women, having heard the gun shot and seen the husband’s body fall, were now armed and prepared inside the cabin. The young sister wanted to shoot the defected soldier and would have, but the older sister/widow refused to let her. She was afraid of being without a man.

The defected soldier insisted he had killed the husband in self-defense and that it was a misunderstanding - he didn’t mean to kill him. . . he was traumatized, out of his head, wounded, etc. . . so sorry. . . please, have mercy on me. . .

The Defected Soldier was a big liar and actor. The Younger Sister could see this, but the Foolish Widow willingly believed him. She took him in and began to nurse him back to health.

The defected soldier tormented the younger sister and the little boy when the widow was not looking. He whispered/boasted that he was going to marry the widow, get her pregnant and then abandon them. He twisted the little boy’s ears and pinched him. But when the widow was around, he pretended to be too weak to have done anything bad. He also complained that the younger sister was untrusting and suspicious. The little boy was a brat and wouldn’t come sit on his lap, etc. . .

It seemed as if the defected soldier lied with the goal of being maliciously hurtful - to harm and destroy - to set people against each other and hurt them as deeply as possible.

His lies were constant and surprisingly believable - everything from how many biscuits he had eaten and how many the little boy had eaten. . . claiming to be starving while the kid was pigging out. He flattered the widow and told her how good and sweet she was and how much better than her sister she was and how he was falling in love with her.

The younger sister tried to warn her widowed sister several times, but her warnings fell on deaf ears. The widow was determined to believe the man, regardless of anything her sister said.

Within a few days defected soldier was fully recovered and strong, but continued to act crippled so that he didn’t have to do any work. The younger sister did all the wood chopping, trapping etc. . .

The soldier began to complain that she was preventing them from being a happy family with her bad attitudes and suspicions. She was critical and full of fake conspiracies against him.

He tried to seduce the widow several times, and she kept asking him to get well and go get a preacher so they could be married. He would promise and sigh about his lame leg (not real) and talk about his burning love for her. Then behind her back he boasted to the younger sister that he was going to ruin the widow and then make her watch while he killed her son and then abandon her pregnant and alone.

The younger sister did everything in her power to convince the Foolish Widow, but she would not listen. So one day the younger sister got out the gun, and without any conversation or explanation, she shot the defected soldier and killed him to save the widow, the boy and herself from a terrible fate.

The Foolish Widow’s response was complete rejection of her little sister. She hated her and would probably have killed her. She would rather starve to death alone and watch her son starve than to allow the younger sister to stay with them any longer. There was no gratitude, no understanding, no self-questioning or self-doubt in her. . . only rage. And I knew it wouldn't be long before that blind anger would kill her - slowly, miserably, and her son as well.



I prayed about it and the dream seemed an allegory. The younger sister should have ejected from the situation sooner. She should have walked away instead of fighting for her sister’s freedom and safety. Even though she saved her sister’s life - it ultimately could not be saved since the widowed sister was willfully throwing her life away.

I think the meaning is obvious, but I will not give my own interpretation. Let him that has ears to hear understand and be warned.

Giant Airbase in the Sky 8-15-21 and 8-16-21

My husband and I both had dreams, one night apart, of an enormous "floating" airbase.

It was so large that you couldn't see it - couldn't see the edges. It made or created it's own cloaking cloud and stretched across the sky so far I could only barely see both edges, right and left.

In my dream there were 4 uniquely shaped aircraft that were landing on the bottom side of the base. I thought perhaps it had it's own gravity, but then a mechanic fell out of the sky and landed/died on the ground near me. There were channels, (sort of like what kitchen cabinet drawers slide on) that the planes would glide down and in taking off or landing. Thousands could fit on the bottom side of the airbase. Probably thousands more on the top side.


The 2D shape of the base was like a helmet - a welding helmet - in it's outline in the sky.

In my husband's dream, the base had to move over land and a city at dawn, and was emitting a smoke/gas that put everyone asleep on the ground who might look up. By the time they awoke from the gas, the base would have moved on and possibly up, and be obscured again.


Not sure if this is of any use, but it's interesting anyway.

Last Edited by ArchimedesGirl on 08/22/2021 10:26 PM

Damn dark stuff. You guys should be at the door of Netflix cause I wanna see this stuff. Thanks.

This had it's own thread, but I wanted to add it here to keep track of it with all the others:

Thread: Trump Witches/Mothers of Darkness vs the Black Eyed Goons - a dream

5 Trump Witches/Mothers of Darkness vs the Black Eyed Goons - 9/18/21

Last night I dreamed I was standing in our barn. I could hear the sound of great turmoil outside, like a storm. The sound of a whirlwind, thunder and lightening and flying debris.

A tall young man walked by me on his way somewhere to hide. He appeared to be B---n Trump. As he passed me, I read his mind and saw an image of his father, Donald Trump, hiding underground from some danger. Behind Trump I saw a multitude of other people, of which he was the figurehead. As I looked at the image, Donald Trump’s profile hardened into a gold stamped image on a coin. The background became shining gold as well and the whole group of people seemed to represent gold or possibly the Federal Reserve/Treasury. Then B---n passed me by and disappeared underground as well.

In pursuit, and after B---n had disappeared, came the Black-eyed men in suits. They were inhuman in some way and wore black from head to toe. Their eyes were covered with sunglasses so you couldn’t see the lack of humanity in their eyes. I wondered if they were part alien or part machine. They were stronger than a human man and exhibited no emotion or conscience. They were at war with the Trump group and trying to find and destroy them. I felt the black-eyed goons were currently the ruling power and represented Science, an aspect of Medicine, and were controlling Media.

I felt afraid of them, but saw that they were not interested in me as long as I didn’t get in their way. As they passed me by, looking for the Trump crowd, I turned and went out the back of our barn.

Outside was complete chaos. There were 4 witches, “Mothers of Darkness”, each one a different color. I remember one being black and another red. I think I remember a green witch as well. The fourth was harder to see and the fifth was missing. Because the 5th witch had not come to the battle, these 4 were having a hard time with the spell they were supposed to work.

The witches were working for the Power-group Trump was part of, and trying to create a whirlwind large enough to encompass and devour the opposition (black-eyed men) by sucking them up into the whirlwind and subsuming all power.

The witches were running around casting spells, which looked like symbols written here and there in the air and on the ground. The spells caused small whirlwinds, some quite devastating, and all of them making chaos and a big mess. They were searching for the “right words” to work one unified and magnificent whirlwind to overcome the opposition.

I felt that they would eventually succeed. The 5th witch may be found or substituted or perhaps the 4 would succeed without her.

Because of the war between the Black-eyed goons and the Trump Witches, there was a moment in which anyone who was alert and paying attention could walk out of the mess and away into safety. The “rules” everyone had previously lived by were swirling in the chaos. Soon, these two horns of power would unite on one monstrous beast. But for the moment, there was a door of escape.

At this point I awakened, prayed, and then fell back asleep and continued to dream.

I was driving away from the havoc behind me, down a country road, and knew that both powers (the witches and the black-eyed men) were looking for a sweet oil that could heal people of blindness, sickness, and give them understanding about everything that was going on. They wanted to destroy, hide or enable the oil.

I felt I knew how to “get” this sweet oil myself, but was unsure.

I stopped at a farmhouse of a relative who I had heard also had this sweet oil. I was going to double check with them that my “recipe” was the same as theirs.

When I went inside, both relatives seemed odd - robotic and unreal. The woman had made pies and supposedly put the sweet oil in the pies.

The man was sitting slumped over a plate, robotically eating toast with honey and butter on it (the basic ingredients of the sweet oil.)

But I felt they were pretending in order that I might be captured or caught by the Enemy. I heard a warning in my spirit/mind to run from them and get away.

The voice in my mind said, “You know this oil. It is yours. The recipe is in your heart and mind. You don’t need anyone else to give it to you. Just ask Me/I AM the giver of that sweet oil.”

So I turned around and ran out and got away. I felt that the sweet oil was the butter and honey that Jesus ate “that he might know to choose good and refuse evil.” I felt that this was representative of the Law and the Prophets. The milk/butter of the Word and the Spirit of God who teaches us all things.

(In the dream the oil looked like melted butter - golden and a little opaque. I felt that the recipe I "had" was to heal blind eyes and to give insight. I know it included:

Butter or pure oil, honey, cloves, cinnamon, ginger, and turmeric.

(Note: In the dream I was worried I was missing one ingredient and questioned if it was carrot puree or another spice like nutmeg or cardamom. In the dream I felt assured that the spices might change depending on the specific need, but the butter and honey never would.)

Ant1-Vacks Asylum - 10-10-21

I dreamed about a girl in her early 20's with a toddler and an infant. There was a "food shortage" and in some places only the those with Vacks ID could get food rations. Those who had the shot were policing the situation to protect their own rations.

The girl was waiting in a bike shed near a college campus. Her husband had gone inside to try to get food for her and the kids. The baby was starving because the girl had not had enough food to produce milk. The baby nursed listlessly at her empty breast. She became anxious as more than a day passed while they waited in the shed.

She went to a back door, caught someone going inside and asked them desperately to find her husband and ask him to come to the back door. After a few hours he came, looking peeved and anxious. He told her she could not have food unless she got the shot. He was not allowed to give her food or he would lose his own. She just had to get the shot.

She went back to the shed and fell to her knees crying and praying.

A custom-built bug-out truck drove by, backed up and the window rolled down.

"Are you okay?" A man's voice called out. She looked up and nodded but it was obvious she was crying and the man did not drive on. He waited.

"I'm just praying," she explained. The truck did not move. "For a way to an anti-vacks asylum," the girl explained.

The door opened and closed and the shadow of a man fell over the girl.

"That's where I'm going, and I can take you there," he said. "Is your baby alive?"

"He needs milk," she explained.

The dream skipped and I saw a campground with kids running around, tents, and cook out fires. A woman with a healthy fat baby was walking with the man, toward the new girl, smiling. "I can nurse your baby, she said."

The dream skipped again and I saw the man return to the camp at a later date, with a load of food, people and other stuff. The girl came out of the camp to thank him and tell him that her baby had made it.

It was summer, the trees were deciduous and the people were English speaking. I knew that "Ant1-Vacks Asylums" in the mountains were a thing people knew about and mostly feared as the media portrayed them as dangerous and evil. But they were places of refuge.

I awoke.

Economic Chaos 10-10-21

I dreamed a second dream that night.

This time I was a kid playing hide and seek in a wealthy neighborhood where there were multi-million dollar homes on 4-10 acre lots near the mountains. It was also summer in this dream and the trees were very tall, big mature trees like in Montana.

The rich people had put things they wanted to trade at the end of their drives - like exercise equipment, children's toys, clothing, etc. . . Much of it was still in boxes and brand new.

But the economy was in some kind of flux. People didn't want money or other stuff. They wanted food security or things with intrinsic trade-able value. So the stuff was just sitting there while people talked to each in low, strained voices.

They desperately wanted to sell their stuff and houses and have food security, but nobody wanted to buy.

It's already close to this in some countries, like Lithuania. In the US I already see signs of confusion over value. What is a cow worth? What is a used truck worth? Land?

If you haven't built a greenhouse yet - I recommend you do it this winter. Buy chickens and raise eggs. So little investment, with a huge return.

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and thanks archgirl for the post on the 'asylums'. Hope is good.

If your husband is trying to square the circle, have him use the square root of 2 for the square(A2+B2=C2), Pi, and Phi. Phi links it. I haven't done it because my math isn't my strong suit. It's the philosophy of it that gave me those indications. My theory is that out of 3 irrational numbers come a rational solution.

archimedes means to measure the arch. look for the arch(parabola) in what I said above (from quadratic equation of a single value). Also the Vitruvian man but there are no geometric overlays that I've ever found that are correct. Two pentagrams fit correctly, one inverted. Rhombus center. This all may link to what you are searching for.

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Love this thread. More dreams please!

Hey there. He says, "thanks, I am thinking about it. . ."

Thanks for the interest!

I remembered an old dream today. I think I had this dream sometime in 2008 or '09.

No More 2nd Hand Stuff

I dreamed about an apartment building that was half empty. It was as though half of the people had left or died.

I was going up a stairwell to an apartment that I knew was selling brand new stuff like a store, but at cheap second hand prices. I passed other apartments on my way up in which other people were doing the same thing. In the dream I thought, "old stuff won't sell anymore because there is so much excess new stuff."

It was as though there had suddenly become a surplus of brand new merchandise and fewer shoppers.


I wondered about this dream for years - wondering what it meant. Today I thought about all the containers off the west coast and what will happen if they do eventually deliver.

Right. And.... fewer people to buy. :(

Thank you for sharing. I cannot get over how prophetic your dreams are.

Looking forward to more.

I'm adding this here to the "archives" now that the thread is spent. I copied only my dream and thoughts, but I recommend clicking on the link and reading the 2 page thread because there were many great comments.

Thread: Remote Viewing Conversation about the Anunnaki — October 18, 2021

Not a dream, just something I wrote a couple years ago that I came across today:


The Reset - October 2019

Red earth from a silver bowl
Tossed into the royal grave
Beneath which stolen children cry
Where they are taught how to behave
A different science, a different sky
The blossoming sun is hid behind
The ashes of our yesterworld
Where some excluded still survive.
The twisted snakes upon the pole
Have hissed their lies for power’s gain
Each bite injects the poisoned soul
With curses billed as health and gain
Together alone we eat our bread
Behind identities we sold
“Hush,” is what the Reaper said
As he stole our ceiling gold.
This Ego thinks the world his own
Shall stamp his face upon the crowd
And all the lives inside his hand
Swear allegiance as they bow.
The purchased peace is fallacy
An outcast son will die that day
A million-million bloody sands
Before the victor sails away.
A league is made against the few
Who will not hitch a beastly ride
Rather than swear to self-made gods
They live the way they’ll choose to die.
Strangers by a royal name
Live a freedom few will hold
Their offspring and this habitat
Have since become their only gold.
The Covenant lifted away
The prophet’s pinch of hair hid close
Within the garments of the One
And where they dwell, no Ego goes.
There is a key, an earthen door
An answer to the riddle-dark
He told us thrice: leave while you can
The mountains are the final ark.
And if you go, leave every vice
Hunters will find any vile scent
Save yourself and loose your life
To live right through the next reset.

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