When I woke up this morning I had a sense that answers to my many questions had just been explained to me.  It is hard to describe a language that does not use words but simply images to convey meaning.  I felt as if I had been granted a higher level of understanding, a voice and a means of expression.  I finally understood what had for so long been a mystery. 

In the dream I own a building with underground parking.  In the building is stored and archived all of my soul journeys.  It is also the place where my soul returns to reenergize.  To enter one must lay on one’s back head first in the sand.  This is a secret that no one tells you.  You instinctively know this truth.  It is as when the baby in the womb turns at the precise time before birth.  In the dream my soul is returning to this place to gain re-entrance.  I see the place like a cradle in the sand.  Having done this before, I lay head first and allow the sand to swallow me up.  My body transitions into the lower dimension below the surface of the earth.  There is scaffolding all around me and many tunnels. 

I am told that I have just died.  I over hear them saying that I am tired because of all my self imposed limitations.  I see a beautiful vivid blue stream with a water fall that is frozen.  These are my archived memories.  I chip off a piece of the frozen waters and take it into myself.  The waters heal my soul.  Everything here is neatly categorized.  There is order here. 

With my death arrives an awareness of darkness as my consciousness is split in two.  I can see both halves of myself. Yet each half is also a whole being in and of itself.  The being of light is lying in a fetal position; he is the same color as the frozen waters.  He is surrounded by protective blue netting that is composed of the frozen waters.  He is sleeping within his netting and is reenergized by the frozen waters.  Of the other being, I can only see his neck and shoulder region.  I can see a creamy white skin tone. I can also see that he is beginning to grow black feathers.  He is the Condor. 

The Condor is developing rapidly.  I am afraid that he might gain flight and threaten the one who sleeps.  As small as he is the one who sleep begins to move looking to now escape his netting before the Condor takes flight.  Miraculously the netting gives way releasing the one without wings who instantly takes flight sending a blue burst of light down through the many tunnels bringing light to all places where darkness existed.  Is this the end of the Condor?

I can now see the delivery area and loading dock of the building and the entrance to the parking structure.  I have a vast number of parking spaces that are allocated to me and my guests. 

If you haven’t noticed this dream sounds very much like child birth.  I found it ironic when I went to look up the word condor in Wikipedia I found that the condor is closely related to the stork which we all know is associated with child birth.  Condors were nowhere on my radar before this dream. 

Condors are part of the family Cathartidae, and are closely related to storks, whereas the 15 species of Old World vultures are in the family Accipitridae, that also includes falcons, hawks, and eagles. The New World and Old World vultures evolved from different ancestors. However, they both are carrion-eaters and have distinctive bare heads.

It is synchronicity such as this of the Condor and the Stork that I’ve come to recognize as spirit’s way of authenticating the message recieved. 

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Last night I had a dream where I am now working for myself but as of yet I don’t have anything that I am called to do.  I have a series of voting machines that my aunt Andrea donated to my new business.  The power cords are still tie wrapped such that you can tell that the machines have never been used before.  I am sitting there waiting for work to come in.  I then receive a contract assignment from my former job as a paralegal to handle some state filings.  I am happy to have received some work.  I am then told that I have been selected to speak at the Presidential Inauguration.  I am one of a few who have been hand picked to make a presentation speech.  There is a memo being issued to the parents of those selected honoring them.  It details the selection process and is apparent that to have been selected is one of the greatest honors based on merit achievement one could receive.  

I woke up with a great sense of awe. 

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I just finished a course on the life of Mary Magdalene.  I never had the level of appreciation and respect for her that I do now.  I definitely glossed over her importance as I’m sure many Christians have.  I do know now that I want to read The Gospel of Mary.  The Gospel of Mary is one of the gospels that did not make the cut into the Bible that we know now.  One of the reasons I’m sure is because it was from the perspective a woman.  She literally was the 12^th apostle or more accurately the 1^st. 

One thing is for sure, she was the first to see the risen Christ.  I know it was not by chance that Christ revealed himself to her before anyone else.  This course illuminated the many theories about Mary and Jesus. Whether you subscribe to the possibilities raised or not it does raise new dimensions of thought surrounding their relationship. 

It is a love story so incredibly touching and non-traditional it resonates so deeply within my soul.  So many things I was simply unaware of.  Whether she was a prostitute, a lesbian or whatever else that might give them cause to want to stone her, she suffered greatly alongside Jesus.  Having experienced the Crucifixion had to have been heart wrenching for a loved one to endure.  I would have been completely devastated then to be taken up so high upon seeing the risen Christ would have been a rollercoaster ride of emotion to say the least.  What a beautiful angle to come in on this story.  It is so out of the box it is refreshing.  It shows a humanness so tender and yet so divine. 

Last night I had a dream, where I am angry at my brother’s wife Maggie for having disrespected my mother.  She is lying about her actions and I want her to come clean and admit and repent of what she has done but she does not she simply continues to lie and deny it.  She infuriates me so much I slap her across the face.  My brother then walks in and tells her he has finally had it with her.  She is begging him to reconsider his actions.  My brother refuses and in the heart ache of losing her and the decision which is forced upon him, he locks himself in a vaulted room and turns on the gas.  He is about to commit suicide because he can no longer endure the pain.  They look at each other through a glass window in the vaulted door. 

I am driving my mom around in a golf cart to remove her from what she is about to experience; the loss of her son.  We ride over to where there are several pools filled with glowing blue waters.  My mother is afraid that I’m going to endanger her by driving the cart too close to the edge of the pool.  She doesn’t understand the spiritual nature of what she is about to experience by bathing in the refreshing waters of the pools.  I am bringing her here to renew her life.  I’m trying to reason with her but she is set and determined to remain in her own fear. 

I then become lucid and realize it is close to the time when I need to wake up to get ready for work.  I observe my surroundings within the dream realizing what I have just done.  I’m thinking, I’m now going to get phone calls from everyone in the family blaming me for antagonizing the situation by pushing the issue to a confrontation. 

My alarm clock rings.  I wake up thinking sarcastically…..”wonderful dream Ruben.”  I snoozed the alarm and laid my head back down to meditate.  I immediately began having a vision.  A ray of beautiful blue light so intense filled every corner of my vision.  The rays of light were broken by something; a shadow in the distance.  The light was so intense like the blue torch flame on a welder’s gun yet it did not hurt my eyes.  I knew something had to be in the distance obstructing the light that was coming through.  I stayed within the divine light for 9 minutes until my alarm clock went off a second time.  

Again, I hit the snooze button.  I returned to my vision where I now saw a bearded man in spirit wearing a long white robe seated with a book on his lap and a pen in one hand.  He was writing in his journal.  With every couple words that he wrote, he would pause to reflect and meditate on what he had just written.  What he was writing was apparently very dear and close to his heart. I could tell by the expression in his face.  His fingers gently caressed the pages upon which his pen lay.  My alarm sounded a second time. 

The connections in this dream did not hit me immediately.  Even the obvious connection between Magdalene and my sister-in-law Maggie I missed at first.  It wasn’t until I began to write that it made perfect sense.  I tried to think back to the last time I saw the light as bright as this.  It was the time I had the vision of Christ on the Cross surrounded by concentric circles of arched angles.  Had I been that close once again to the presence of the Christ Light?  Remembering back to the vision of Christ on the Cross where at his feet were kneeling both Mary the mother of God and Mary Magdalene.  Yes it was Mary Magdalene whose image was obstructing the light before my eyes this morning.

I have to ask myself, if I am Maggie, am I dealing too harshly with myself?  Are there things, I’m not admitting to that are keeping me set in my old ways preventing me from renewing my life by bathing in the illuminated waters of the Light of Christ.  What can I do today to honor this dream as Christ honored his beloved Magdalene as imperfect and divinely human as she was?  Maybe I can look at both Maggies in a different light.

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Last night my entire dream was about my procrastination on issuing a single command to change or set the secret key in the system’s configuration file. I know the command that needs to be issued. I’ve issued the command many times in the past. It is a rather long command that centers on the secret key. I am having trouble staying focused, constantly hesitating and waiting for a moment when I’m perfectly situated without distractions. I have one excuse after another. My head hurts from the pressure placed on me to execute the command without endangering the system. I don’t have a development system on which to test it out. The command must be issued against the actual system.

In the morning my alarm clock rings. I had not yet issued the command. I wanted to go back to issue it because I knew it backwards and forwards but why was I hesitating? I snoozed my alarm and began my meditation to try to go back. I see a vision of a memory from my earlier dream where again I was taken back to a corridor laid with marble floors and marble columns lining a beautiful promenade. At the far end I can see a pristine blue ocean. I want to walk the path along the promenade. I want to reach the other side. I am lost in the beauty of my surroundings. My alarm clock rings.

Left with unfinished business, I snooze the alarm a second time and return to my meditative vision. This time I see a caricature of a wolf seated on a sofa with one arm stretched out along the backrest. He is talking to me. His mouth is moving and I can see his facial expressions changing but I hear no sound. He is speaking to me telepathically. He places the story of Red Riding Hood into my mind.

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Early this morning, I had a dream where a guy who I’ve been working on getting together with for a date, calls me on the phone.  He asks me if I’m still interested because he has some free time today.  Excited at the prospect of a date, I tell him that I am interested.  He tells me it would have to be now since he has a commitment later in the evening.  He lives over near the aquarium shop where I frequently go.  I’ve traveled his path often.  I’m trying to give him directions but for some reason I’m having trouble remembering the turns he should take.  He tells me it should only take him about 20 minutes to get to my house.  I am thinking it will give me just enough time to shower and get ready. 

I hang up the phone and proceed to jump in the shower.  I notice the shower is configured exactly like the one we had when I was a child living on Crown Hill. Instead of having the knobs and showerhead at one end, they are mounted along the long part of the shower tub.  I feel dirty, sweaty and gritty.  I jump in the shower and begin washing myself.  I then realize I still have my t-shirt on.  I quickly take it off and continue showering.  Same thing happens.  I’m feeling unclean again.  I then notice I have another t-shirt on which is sticking to my skin.  Again with a bit of difficulty, I remove the second t-shirt and continue showering.

Again, I’m feeling dirty.  I then notice I have yet another shirt on.  What is going on?  I’m looking at the t-shirt and it is a t-shirt from my childhood which now fits way too tight on me.  Underneath that one I have 5 other layers of shirts on underneath.  They are all sticking to my skin with the water from the shower.  They are all shirts from different periods of my childhood.  I can’t get them off because they are simply too tight.  I need help getting them off but no one is around to help me. 

My ex Joe walks into the bathroom. I feel awkward about asking him to help me get ready for a date but he is the only one around who can help me.  At this point, I’m more interested in getting rid of this feeling of being dirty.  Underneath the shirts my skin is raw and very sensitive.  I realize my skin has not seen the light of day in a very long time.   I want to remove the shirts and allow the water to refresh my skin; to breathe freely.  I know I won’t be able to be intimate with someone until I allow time for my skin to heal.  I ask Joe to help me take the shirts off my back. 

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I had another one of my visitation dreams early this morning so I know my meditations are working. I meditated for world peace as I laid in bed before falling asleep last night. In the dream, I see a black woman in spirit who is very beautiful with thick black curly hair with very large and supple lips. I know she has to be an angel even though she represents the shadow self. There is a somber sense of quiet peace about her.In the dream she was passing by my bed as I slept at night (I guess you could call this a false dream). I knew she represented the shadow aspect of humanity that is now coming up to the surface to be given the light of day. I was determined to change and resolve conflict and bring peace into the world. So I swung my paralyzed dream arm as hard as I possibly could to grab her and bring her back with me.

I woke up from out of the dream in that instant as my limp arm went flying in front of me. With my eyes now open, above my head was her hypnopompic image as she looked down at me in surprise. I immediately felt the need to apologize for swinging my arm at her. I saw from about the area of her right shoulder appeared a red laser beam of light like the ones they use to lock on to a military target. I knew I had locked on to my intention for world peace. Her image hovered over me for about 2 minutes while my eyes remained open before she and the red beam of light vanished into daybreak. The veil of separation is slowly losing its grip. Soon I know it will be phenomena that will be commonly accepted.

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OK here is a dream that was so profound in that it was like no other dream I have ever had before.  I love it when you experience something new.  I was fully lucid but not in the normal sense.  I’ve shared before that often I have entered a dream state while fully awake but normally it happens after having actually woken up as I remain in bed or as I’m falling asleep and usually connected to meditation.  In this dream, I woke up within the dream to become 100% aware of everything around me.  I believe this happened as a result of setting my cell phone to beep as a subliminal queue for me to meditate while I’m dreaming.  When I first woke up in the dream I was caught off guard.  I immediately looked around and thought what the hell is going on here.  Where the f@%$ am I?  I knew everything about myself I simply had not yet opened my yes.  I’m sure I was still within sleep paralysis.  I was fearless.  I quickly figured out that I was dreaming.  What amazed me was all that was going on around me and the level of detail with which it was playing itself out.  Someone had gone through an awful lot of work to meticulously set this virtual stage up. I was also fully encapsulated within my dream body.  I was my dream. 

I see dinosaurs roaming the land.  This is the Land that Time Forgot.  Cut off by an alien reptilian race of people who have infiltrated the land.  I quickly became aware that help is on the way.  They are trying to get a message passed to me by way of a child that is about to be born to a woman with 3 heads. Her belly was concealed under a heavy blouse which extends toward me.  My consciousness splits and I become aware of my bed in which my physical body is laying.  I lift my covers and see that my covers are her blouse.  In other words, when I lift my covers I’m lifting her blouse.  I’m aware of both dimensions.  She is going into labor.  They signal to me that I must receive the child and care for it.  The child is somehow the savior, the help they have sent.  It must pass unnoticed by the Reptilians.  I’m thinking I don’t know the first thing about child birth.  I can see that she is going into labor.  The reptilians come to ask what all is going on with her.  She pushes her belly to the side and out pops the child under my sheets.  I’m happy that now I will have a child of my own.  (Something I’ve always wanted but have not had the good fortune of having.) But wait the child is a Reptilian. I have to make him cry or something.  I look over at one of the woman’s 3 heads…it is her third head which turns to look at me. She snarls with the mouth of a reptilian creature.  Have they tricked me? 

The love of a mother kicks in and compassion for the reptilian child fills my heart.  This child, reptilian as he may be, needs my love for it to survive.  It bites my finger and I think to myself…I’m going to have to tame this reptile to make him docile and friendly. My consciousness returns to a state of single focus within the dream.  I know whatever is happening here there is a message that I need not tamper with.  So I simply follow along with the dream.  I take the reptilian child home with me and put him on a leash on my balcony.  Over time he becomes docile and changes color from his birth color of a purple brown to a vivid green like an iguana.  He is very cute and friendly now yet somewhat mischievous.  I think I may be able to someday send him out among the Reptilian race and have him serve under cover for the alliance, kind of like Warf in Star Trek. 

The scene then changes and I am being told via symbols that the Reptilians are the same alien race that brought down the planes on 911.  I’m re-living the scenes where people are falling from the sky with plane debris below me.  As I’m now falling to my death I decide to change the dream scene and stretch out my wings to fly.  I immediately take flight with incredibly powerful wings.  I fly by the others who are in panic descending to their death and I signal to them to tell them just do as I’m doing and stretch out your wings.  You all have the gift of flight.  In the end the Reptilians become more human like and we become more Reptilian.  A balance is struck between both sides and out of the mouth of my little green iguana pops out a white baby dinosaur bird with feathers.  My little iguana then tries to bite the tail of the baby bird but I quickly grab the bird.  Once again and feel compassion now for my new little addition to my family.  I’m now the mother of a dinosaur bird.

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I find myself with a group of people.  I’m looking for my loved one, my partner, my soul mate, my twin flame.  I see a guy standing in a movie theatre and I run up to him.  The house lights in the theatre are still on.  I put my arms around him knowing he is the one.  He does not resist me but he also does not move to embrace me.  He says, “You think you found your soul mate?”  I reply, “I know I did.”  I dig my nose into the side of his neck where it meets the front of his chest.  I can smell his essence.  I can see his golden brown bearded face and I know I am home.  He then say’s, “Yea, but do you remember what you did?”  He wasn’t asking me this in judgment, he wanted to know if I was still standing in judgment of myself but at the time he asked I did not know why he was asking me.  I failed the response by answering with a defense.  A little trickster guy beside me lifted me up off my feet and pushed my foot so as to nudge the person seated in front of me.  I did not want to do wrong against another so I moved to prevent him from entrapping me.  I quickly returned to the tight embrace in which I held my loved one so as to not allow him to leave my sight.  I immediately went into a state of bliss. 

When I came out he said to me, “What if this is not my true form?”   He then transformed himself into other forms many bearing the faces of many other humans.  I questioned myself, did I have prejudices or could I truly receive him in whatever form he appeared?  He finally assumed the form of a green alien creature.  He was friendly in appearance but nonetheless alien to me. He was now standing about 10 feet away under a shadowy overhang.  He then said, “Would you embrace me now?” to which I replied, “Yes.”  I knew I had to remain with an open heart. I then moved to wrap my arms around him.  I once again immediately fell into a state of utter bliss. 

When I reemerged I had a false awakening.  I quickly recognized this was not my 3^rd dimensional reality so I quickly moved my spirit from the dream body to trigger an out of body experience.  I floated out of my body and ascended into the heavens.  I wondered if I had died.  It was so incredibly beautiful.  Luminous nebulous clouds were everywhere.  Angels and fairies were perched within the clouds radiating all the many colors of the rainbow.  My spirit then took form.  I was the ugliest form in the heavens but I did not care.  I was simply happy to be there.  I then walked around this realm observing what it felt like to be housed in this new body.  It was awkward.  A group of angels approached me and asked if I was OK.  I said, “Yes,” with a smile as I looked down upon my swollen hairy arms.  There was grace to be found in heaven and I soon shed my ugliness. 

I then was swept away and found myself in a blue room void of anything.  I had been here before.  I was fully lucid and conscious of every detail about who I was.  I knew this was my chance to ask a question directly of God. From out of nowhere I heard my voice say, “I want to see my son.”  Where did that come from I thought?  What a question.  If I had a son, I would certainly want to see him but I don’t have one.  Yet from somewhere I felt in my heart the love of my son.  I wanted to know my son.  Where was this love coming from?  I began so see before me a hand reach out to pick me up.  Before I lost my lucid opportunity, I quickly asked the question, “Tell me how to achieve enlightenment.”

I was carried off by the hand of God and my spirit was placed in a great elephant. I was given a master who loved me and whom I loved and faithfully served.  I relived all the years of his life.  There were times of great joy when my feet never touched the ground.   As I neared the end of my years it came a time when my body could no longer sustain me.  My master knew this and one day administered a lethal dose of poison so that my spirit may be freed.  As the poison took hold I cringed in pain.  I then saw from the back of his neck emerge my spirit once again free.

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