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I’m An Indian Boy

Indian BoyI had a dream. I am at home visiting family for the holidays. My cousin Dieanna is there who I haven’t seen in years. We step out onto the porch late at night. I can see the moon lit sky and the bare tree branches. She offers me a Juanita bud, sparks the flame to light and passes it to me. She doesn’t know that I don’t smoke. I feel I shouldn’t reject her offering so I take it and pretend to inhale. As I exhale, the cool damp night creates the faux smoke.

We then go back inside. I’m worried that some of the smoke might have made it past my own barriers. I quickly make my way to the bathroom. Standing in front of the vanity it occurs to me that I’ve never seen my face in the mirror. I then have a second awakening. I must be dreaming. In anticipation of what I’m about to see, I slowly lift my eyes and glance into the mirror. I can see my face clearly. I am an Indian boy with dark almond skin around the age of 17. My hair is thick jet black. My eyes lids have a subtle shade of blue. I comb through my hair with my fingers and reveal a thin red bandana across my forehead that was hidden underneath my hair. I look deeply into my eyes taking fingers as I caress my eyelids removing some of the blue shade. I’m an Indian Boy.

I turn around and leave the restroom. My cousin is waiting for me with a peace offering. She hands me a croissant and says, Eat!

Clergy With Someone

ClergyLast night I had a restless night that resulted in a series of disturbing dreams. In the first dream I am at a party and we are blowing up balloons. They are the type of balloons that are twisted into animal shapes. The balloon I am given is black. The objective is to blow up the balloon to the break point without breaking it. As I begin to blow up my balloon I notice it looks like a penis or dildo. I am disturbed by the image and I want to stop but I feel committed to the challenge. I don’t want to fail. I’m aware that the more I blow the more pleasure is felt by those around me who are observing me. They are urging me on. I’m approaching the break point. Just one more puff. The balloon bursts with a loud pop. I immediately wake up startled by the loud sound and burst of air at my face.

As I open my eyes there is a fat black man looking at me with puffed cheeks, pinched lips and bulging eyes. He reminds me of Louis Armstrong. I am extremely annoyed at his presence. He is the reason why my balloon burst. The look in his eyes tells the whole story. He is making a joke of me. I backhand him and roll on my side to go to sleep.

I then had a dream where I am dating a guy over the internet whose screen name is “ClergyWithSomeone.” Our conversations occur mostly over the internet. At first our chats are pretty typical and very delightful. Then something changes the mood shifts for some reason and I suspect something is wrong. I’m trying to figure out what has changed. Why is it that the internet acting differently? As I examine the computer I realize my hands are stuck to the computer. I am trying to figure out how to detach myself from the device. I’m pulling the computer away from me over my head like a pull over sweater. At this point when I am almost free a white note is passed to me seemingly a chat request. I feel it is from someone trying to help me. I immediately grab for the note in the hope of freeing myself. I’m beginning to wake up.

When I open my eyes I’m completely disoriented. I cannot make heads or tails of my room yet I am awake. I feel like I am recovering from just having passed out as if the blood is just now returning to my brain. As my brain begins to make sense of my bedroom, I see three men floating above my bed. They are standing together in a group facing each other. They are humanoid with the face of an animal specifically a bear or a beaver. Again I am extremely annoyed with them for the dream they have given me. I don’t feel they are making fun of me they are simply telling me the truth, a truth which doesn’t feel so good. I back hand them and turn once again in the other direction and fall back to sleep.

I have another dream. In this dream there is a police officer that has been stocking my house and watching me through my closed windows. He has been watching my movie played on my television screen, a movie of my life. I feel violated. He knows my most personal and intimate details. Upon becoming aware of him I step outside my house onto the front porch to confront him. Given that he is a police officer, I feel I must comply with his demands. He wants to enter my home to inspect it. I turn and walk back toward my front door. Something inside me says, “DON’T DO IT….DON’T BELIEVE HIM…DON’T LET HIM IN. I must react quickly. I make a run for it at a moment in time where he was not expecting it. I slam the iron door closed and quickly turn the dead bolt lock. I tell him he must wait outside while I call the station and confirm that he is in fact who he says he is and has the authority with which to search my home. My actions angers him greatly.

I am in a panic inside the house not knowing what to do next. Who do I call? What should I do? The panic places me in a lucid state a super conscious state where answers are coming to me. I remember that I know how to fly. I am the master of my dreams. I alone am the script writer. I alone must confront him but I will do it prepared with a super conscious awareness. I practice for a moment flying back and forth within my dream house to verify that I can indeed fly and I have my super human powers at my readiness. I then open the door to confront my oppressor. It is dark outside and he is now no where to be found but I know he still lurks in the darkness.

I now go about my business. I walk through the house taking note of all the details. There are mementos of my life and memories of my mother. As I start to remember where I came from, I become lost in the experience. As the wave of information starts to end, I come across a group of photos. They are photos of me with my friends taken in the past. In the first photograph I see the man my oppressor the same man who stood outside my house dressed as a police man. I clearly recognize him now. I hear myself say, “I hate him.” I can’t believe we were once friends but here is the truth on paper. We were friends. I flip through the photos. We are together in a majority of the photos. He smiles like a horse. I remember his presence even in those days was overbearing but he was my friend.

I then hear a sound at the door. He is back and the front door is wide open. He enters the house. We both take flight and confront each other in mid air in a great show of force. He is an extremely powerful opponent with powers that equal mine. His advantage is that he has lived in this underworld for a long time. It is his home turf. I am on his playing field. I on the other hand have been away from my powers having used them only sparingly during the course of my life on earth. The knowledge of how to use them is steadily coming back to me. We collide many times in mid air but I am not backing down. It is not only me for whom I am fighting for. I am fighting for the freedom to be as we really are in our full potential. I am fighting for my family’s right to sovereignty, peace and security. We finally lock each other in a choke hold. I’ve got him by the neck gripped under my arm.

The struggle wakes me up. As I open my eyes there is a face of a man beside me. His face is bright red and he has an expression that is undoubtedly evil. If there is a devil this man is him. Interestingly he has two piercing one on his lip and the other on his nose. He is completely red except for both piercing which are a vibrant luminescent blue. I am amazed that I am seeing this before me in a fully conscious state. I give no expression other that of sheer determinations and steadfast resolve to stand my ground. After a few minutes….his image fades. I then got up and went to the bathroom to pee.

Reading River

RiverLast night I had a dream.  I am at my house and I look out the front window and notice people gathering.  I step outside my front door to and see my neighbor Evelyn standing amongst a group of people.  She is giving them the news that she is moving out of the neighborhood after having lived in her house for over 30 years.  It is the end of an era. 

Upon hearing the news, I begin to cry.  I reach over to embrace my neighbor.  I am heartbroken.  She lovingly hugs me and tells me that everything is going to be ok.  She then draws my attention into the  distance. In front of my house there lies a river at the bottom of a hillside.  Along the bank of the river, I can see my nephew standing with an inflatable raft. 

There is something not quite right with the raft and this image.  I struggle to get a good look at the raft to figure out what is so unusual about it.  I notice that the raft does not have a place in which to sit.  It looks more like an inflatable mattress than a survival raft.  My nephew is fanning the ground with it causing dust to rise into the air like smoke signals.  I’m told he is waiting for his friends to arrive to go into the river with the raft.

My nephew’s behavior strikes me as curious.  I stand there puzzled trying to figure this out.  I have a vague awareness that I might be dreaming.  Nothing makes sense here.  As I’m standing there a strange man walks by.  I get the feeling the stranger does not belong in my dream.  He disappears out of sight. 

I then get in my car and drive around the neighborhood trying to be very observant.  I drive by old neighborhoods where I used to live.  All the housing in this area has been taken over by slumlords.  I attempt to read the writing along the streets paying close attention to the words.  The words don’t make any sense to me.  They are words I do not recognize or much less pronounce. I assume I must be dreaming.  At this moment I see the strange man again from before walk by.  He quickly gets lost in the heightened confusion but I am determined to make sense of this world.

I continue driving focusing hard on trying to take in all the information from this place.  I then notice that my car’s performance is not what it should be.  The car is stuck in second gear and it feels like it wants to stall.  I want to try to get to a place where I can pull over but I am currently driving through an underpass.  I need to make it to the other side.  I am looking over all the instrumentation gages in the car to see what might be wrong with it.  A small white navigational screen appears in the center console of the car.  It is displaying a single word.  Initially I do not recognize the word.  I can read the letters but not the word.   

Aggravated I turn to open the door and get out of the car.  The strange man is standing immediately outside my car.  Without thinking I reach over and grab him through the window of the car by his neck.  I take a firm grip of him and immediately wake up from the dream. 

I had literally sat up in bed when I grabbed for the stranger’s neck.  As I opened my eyes, I found the man clutched in my fist.  I could still see his face in my mind’s eye and before me with my naked physical eyes.  It was as if I had two copies of the same man in my head….one in the back of my mind and one out in the physical world in which I live.  His ethereal presence faded as I vehemently shook him in my physical world.  His expression was one of complete surprise.  He was not expecting me to do that.

Because I jerked myself awake when I reached over and grabbed him by the neck I inadvertently hurt my own neck as my sleeping head did not respond as gracefully to the request my body made to attack the man before me.  As I sat there in bed it occured to me that I did understand the meaning of the word displayed upon the navigational screen.  It’s meaning resonated deep within me with profound truth of which I cannot explain. 

3 days later my neck is still hurting from the incident. 

Love is Perfect; The Bedouin Man

BedouinIn the middle of the night I woke up with the feeling that someone had taken my wallet from off my nightstand.  Before I could even open my eyes, I grabbed for my wallet which was now in the hands of a man who walked beside my bed.  To the man’s surprise, I was successful at reclaiming my wallet from him.  As I opened my eyes, there standing beside my bed was this man.  He was a Bedouin.  Although he stood in my bedroom he also stood simultaneously in his world upon a precipice in the high desert.  He was a beautiful luminescent blue angelic being whose face radiated pure unconditional love.  At times the wind being so strong blew his scarf in front of his face obscuring my view of him.  I raised my hand and arm in front of me to hail his presence.  

                                                     

He then placed a vision in my mind; a dream where I am in a sexual embrace at the point of ecstasy with not a person but the entire universe.  The universe is inside my body.  The feeling was so overwhelming that I completely lost myself forgetting where I was. My being was totally and completely consumed by the experience.  For the first time I experienced real LOVE.  I understood that when we love our love is felt by everyone.  Love is perfect. 

 

As the dream continued and I regain awareness within the dream I realize I forgot to let the dog in from the cold.  I quickly run downstairs in the dream to let him back in.  My dog is so excited to see me.  I kneel upon the floor and my dog jumps into my arms to be cuddled by me.  We walk back upstairs and return to bed. 

 

The vision ends and my awareness is returned to the Bedouin man.  My arm is still outstretched.  My eyes rolled back in my head in utter amazement as my body fell back in bed.  After a few moments, I regained my composure and sat up again to look around the room.  The Bedouin man was nowhere to be found. 

The Dragon’s Lair; Sinfully Nothing to Fear

BatsThis dream was so long it started one night and continued on the next.  Both dreams were so amazing and detailed I can only hope to give a glimpse of what happened..  I was also fully lucid in both dreams.  I remember reentering the dream half a dozen times or more just because it was so exhilarating to do so.  I wanted to experience it again and again and again.  With each re-entry the dream changed slightly with my new awareness. 

 

On the first night I am retracing human history and find the Elohim.  I somehow know that if I find enough of the pieces where they were left it will be enough to piece it all back together.  I fly and soar to heights only dreamed of.  My last clue is found in the crystals. 

 

On the next night I reentered the dream again soaring to heights well above the earth.  I can see a planet in the distance.  This planet is similar to the moon but darker as it does not reflect much light. I allow myself to enter into orbit around the planet.  I want to see the life that is on this planet.  There are many dark caves yet I can see in the darkness.  The caves are protected by many uncircumcised penis like creatures with wings that fly like bats in the night.  They scratch and bite at my hands.   I can hear them talking.   “This is the dragon’s lair.”  

 

By entering I defied the dragon and angered him.  I could also hear my own thoughts.  I knew they could hear my thoughts.  I wanted them to know I wanted them to “Bring it on”. I then said in a slow deliberate thought, “Simply nothing to fear” but for some reason my saliva got my tongue stuck and the word “Sinfully” came out instead of “Simply.” I then felt my own dribble hit my forehead in a wet creamy paste. 

 

Knowing I am the beast and I am the dream, there is nothing for me to fear.  I’ve basically forever been afraid of my own shadow.  Hell then became a very cold place. My metabolism slowed to a crawl.  I heard them say will he be able to make it back.  I didn’t care I felt I had already died a million times.  If this was the realization of death then so be it.  One of them noticed I was wearing a cell phone.   

The Cicada of Truth

Green CicadaTonight I had some of the most incredibly vivid dreams I have ever had.  I must have gotten up to go to the bathroom at least 3 times and each time the dreams continued right where they had left off the minute I closed my eyes without waiting for me to fall back asleep. 

 

In the first dream I am visiting my first lover Jerry who is now living on a secluded mountaintop in a very large house.  Walking through his house, I am amazed that he has been so successful in his life to have acquired so many wonderful things to adorn his house with.  He has obviously exercised good judgment in his decision making.  He has several young daughters, twins and triplets from about the ages of 3 to 5 years old.  All of them love to play games with him. He is their Daddy.  He sets up scenes for them to play house and hide in miniature worlds which he cordons off with curtain sheers.  He illuminates their play area from within. He hides behind the curtain and watches them play.  He interacts with them in this way by moving the curtain to create shadows.  Every once in a while one of the little girls will pop her head out through the curtain to see what he is about to do next.  She has caught on to his game. They are so engaged with each other it is such a joy to watch the love that is between them.  The girls look up to him and want to be around him all the time.  They crave his attention.  His activities with his children keep him so happy and busy that he does not have any time left to live the gay life he used to live.  His life is now consumed by his children.   It is a simple life yet he would not have it any other way. He is simply a man.

 

I walk over to one of the other rooms of the house and find a bed where I lay my head down to enjoy the comfort of his home while my sister prepares a meal for us.  As I lay there it occurs to me that I might be dreaming, because my sister is not one to be preparing a meal.  I then begin to hear a loud buzzing sound.  It is a sound I can clearly place outside of the dream.  Believing it is a sound in my bedroom, I open my eyes (in real life).

 

Hanging upside down from the ceiling are two non human creatures.  They are a transparent luminescent green and remind me of those long tubular balloons they have at the fair that are twisted to form different animal like shapes.  My ceiling in the bedroom is at least 12 feet high.  These beings hung upside down and were at least 5 feet long.  I raised my arm at the one on my right to let him know I could see him.  The deafening sound they were making reminded me of a cicada bug. One of the two jumped down off the ceiling and landed on my bed and quickly jumped on the floor and stood by my left bedpost at my feet. The other remained suspended from the ceiling.  Within the shrill of their speech was a telepathic message.  They kept asking me to do them a favor.  They insisted I do something for them but they refused to say please so I refused to carry out their wish.  For some reason I can’t remember what they wanted maybe they blocked my memory of the conversation but they were apparently not able to block my intention. What I do remember distinctly is that they would not say please. 

 

I finally got tired and grabbed my nightshirt which was lying on the floor beside me and swung it in their direction to get them to shut up.  The one hanging from the ceiling quickly jumped on the bed and both rushed off into the hallway. 

 

I got up out of bed and followed them with my night shirt in hand but they were nowhere to be seen.  I wasn’t about to go looking for them downstairs I had a dream to continue so instead I took advantage of the opportunity and found my way to the restroom to take a leak then returned to bed to continue the dream.

 

The moment I laid down I began to hear voices.  I knew they were alien voices.  I knew I would see their craft if I looked for it.  I knew they were close by I just needed to meditate and take myself there.  After a few minutes I did see their space ship clear as day.  It was an amber craft that looked like an upside down tea cup without the handle.  It had a high dome saucer shape which was unlike any of the ones I’ve seen in the media.  It did not look very aerodynamic to me with such a high profile.  It looked more lake an old beetle, nevertheless this thing could fly.

 

A few minutes later I was among them on a carousel under their custody and protection.  They asked me how I got there.  I told them I didn’t know how I got there I just knew I had fallen asleep and was lying in bed dreaming.  Standing in their presence it occurred to me that I might be having an out of body experience.  They took me to a high ledge and asked me if I knew how to fly.  I took one look below at the profound depth above which I stood and replied, “Of course I know how to fly.”  I then let myself drop off the cliff.  Instead of flying to greater heights I went straight for the shadowy depths.  I could hear their concerned voices trying to instill fear in me telling me I would not be unable to return from such terrible depths. They said the shadows would attach themselves to me and imprison me. What they did not tell me which I know to be true is that the shadows can be transformed by the light.   I resisted their attempts to instill fear in me knowing that even the shadows of death can be transformed.   I walked upon the dead sand in the depths of darkness and as I did slowly things around me began to come back to life. Things began to illuminate from within.  I found that I was standing upon the belly of a man.  I walked over to his mouth and opened it to look inside.  I could hear them counseling me otherwise.  Within his mouth lay another man asleep.  I knew that man to be me.  

 

Scary gruelly figures started to come out from all areas. One was like Medusa with worms and creatures coming out of her hair and skin but I was unaffected and unafraid.  She looks at me and asks, “Do you know who you are?”  I reply, No I don’t, but what I do know is that I have the power to bring light to darkness.”

A Feminine Viewpoint of a Man’s World

MarsI had a dream where I am with Joe at a resort.  We are sitting by the pool.  I get up and leave him there to go off on my own.  Little do I know, I will never be able to return to him and my past because, as the story unfolds my world will forever change.  

 

I am headed back to our room when I come across a man.  We get into an interesting conversation.  He is a robust man wearing shorts and a light vest with no undershirt. He reminds me of a captain of a ship.  I am captivated by the golden hair on his chest and the way it glistens in the sunlight.  He allows me to place my hand over his heart to feel his fur against my hand.  I am distracted long enough such that by the time I look back everything has changed.  My world is nothing like it used to be. 

 

With this new world reality, I become lucid.  I know I am experiencing a world of those who have visited me.  In this new paradigm, the men and women are segregated.  I am experiencing a man’s world from the vantage point of the women.  I have gained access to this insight through the women who have concealed my presence.  The men are completely unaware.  All those in a man’s world have their backs to me.  They are going about their business.  Unlike the women who are much like me, the men are tree climbers.  I can see how different their world is from mine.  I am discouraged because I lack the ability to climb trees.  I could never survive in their environment.  How would I ever integrate myself into a man’s world?  I observe them for a bit longer before I decide to leave. 

 

Knowing I must retreat I go back into the protection of the women.  The world of the women is much different from the men.  The women are exactly like me.  I believe the women are offering me asylum into their world a place they call England.  

 

Now free within their world.  I still don’t feel quite a part of being that I’m not a woman.  I can feel the pull of my yearning to be with my own kind.  I wonder into a small shop a candy store where two children are play with some of the gumballs.  One of the two boys has a sling shot.  I watch him take a gumball and place it in his sling to shoot it forward.  From behind I feel the gumball hit the back of my head.  Knowing there is no such thing as distance or time here I know it was the boy intention to sling his sling that I felt upon my head. 

 

I leave out the candy store wanting to return home.  Standing outside the candy store I begin to float away.

 

This dream really spoke to me as having a very important message.  I was curious to the hidden meaning of England as the place of asylum.  Quite interestingly here is what I found:

 

England is a country, which is part of the United Kingdom.  England is named after the Angles, the largest of the Germanic tribes who settled in England in the 5th and 6th centuries, and who are believed to have originated in the peninsula of Angeln, in what is now Denmark and northern Germany.

 

Immediately I saw the word twist with Angles and Angels.  Looking up Angles the dictionary brought me to the word angle which at first I had not even picked up on. From the definition of angle the following struck me with the tone of synchronicity.

 

ANGLE: the precise viewpoint from which something is observed or considered <a camera angle> <consider the question from all angles>; also: the aspect seen from such an angle <discuss all angles of the question> b (1): a special approach, point of attack, or technique for accomplishing an objective <try a new angle> (2): an often improper or illicit method of obtaining advantage <a salesman always looking for an angle>

 

The women offered me a new angle (viewpoint) from which to experience a man’s world.

 

Oh the magic of the dream is so amazing. 

A Scarf Among First

Academic DressI had a dream where I am given a burgundy scarf by two elderly women to replace a stripped blue and white scarf that I had been wearing.  I am told to set out on my appointed mission.

 

Now in my house, I am preparing to ready myself for my journey.  I am living in a house that is haunted.  My mind is on the task ahead of me when the spirit in the house begins to make his presence known.  He is opening and closing doors to make me aware of his presence. As I am getting ready to leave he confronts me in the stair well.  I don’t have time to deal with him.  I try to push my way through him.  A fight erupts between me and the spirit.  We tug at each other as each struggles to have the upper hand.  The conflict is so intense it wakes me up. 

 

Over me was the spirit from my dream.  He had me pinned to the bed.  I was so irritated that I immediately jumped up out of bed and stood up.  The spirit backed off and became an orb of vibratory green light resting just above my closet door about 3 feet from where I was standing.  In my right hand I held an in-flight pillow those they sell at airports.  I normally sleep with one every night and use it between my legs so that my knees don’t rest against each other.  Without hesitation, I whacked the green orb with my pillow squashing it against the door as if it was a fly on the wall.  I saw the green light from the orb turn dull against the door as the vibration ceased within the orb. 

 

Angrily, I grabbed my pair of shorts and walked over to the bathroom to pee.  I did my business and forcefully jumped bank in bed and grabbed my voice recorder to capture the details of the dream. 

 

As I journal this experience, I have to wonder what was the significance of the scarf?  Apparently there is such a thing as an academic scarf which felt appropriate here. I felt the dream was conferring honor, knowledge, authority and power to proceed on my journey.  I believe my mission is to gather my research for my next book on the nature of evil and the shadow self.

 

In many British and Irish colleges and universities, sets of two or more colors have traditionally been used as part of the distinctive visual identity of the institution. These colors are used in clothing and symbols of all kinds, from ties to trophies, but notably in the long woolen winter scarves that students often wear to show their pride in their Institution.

 

In looking at the colors of the scarves and the universities associated with those colors I found:

 

Blue and White

Hatfield College whose coat of arms reads, “Vel Primus Vel cum Primis” which literally means “Either First or With the First”

Trinity College, Oxford

 

Burgundy

Kings College

Saint Mary’s College

 

Now St. Mary synchronizes well with the dream because of the two women.  I see them as both Mary the mother of Jesus and Mary Magdalene.  Mary Magdalene is thought in metaphysical circles to have possessed knowledge of all the ancient Egyptian mysteries (see Mystery Schools)  which is why she is depicted in art with the skull.  Both are also considered the expression of the divine feminine the Easter Egg, the vulva vestibule, or the giver of life which is the aspect of spirituality we have lost in our patriarchal religions today.  The divine feminine possesses the mysteries of life.  If you’ve read The De Vince Code you know this to be the Holy Grail.  As you might have noticed this dovetails nicely into yesterday’s dream, The Assembly of Vestibules where I was among those secret societies like the Masons and Illuminati who are cloaked in mystery. 

 

Lastly is the meaning of color.  Colors are allocated to various fields of learning and have been apparently standardized by the American Council of Education in their Academic Costume Code.

 

White is Liberal Arts, Literature and Humanities.

Blue is Education and Philosophy

Burgundy is Law

 

Am I onto discovering the Holy Grail and the secret of life.  Is evil a mere front to shroud the heavily guarded secrets to the mysteries of life such that only he who overcomes fear can penetrate the veil.  Hmmm…  I think I’m on to something.

The Assembly of Vestibules

Istanbul

Last night I had a dream where I am attending an assembly of some of the most secret societies in the universe much like the Masons.  These people are highly ascended beings they are the gatekeepers.  To be allowed in here is one of the highest honors that can be accorded to you.  Everything and everyone here is cloaked in mystery.  This is my first time in attendance at this gathering of people.   I arrive at the assembly having ridden my motorcycle.  It is a cheaply made mode of transportation more like a scooter than a motorcycle.  It has mechanical difficulties.  The engine of my scooter is idling too high.  I am simply grateful that it has gotten me this far.  I am somewhat worried whether it will be sufficiently reliable to get me back home but for now I focus on the task for which I am here. 

 

I am given keys to my room where I will be staying while I am in attendance at the Assembly of Vestibules.  I quickly drop off my things and go looking for my friends.  I am particularly interested in finding my friend David. 

 

I encounter many others with whom I stop to have brief conversations.  I can feel everyone’s excitement and joy.  In the intense feelings, I misplace my keys.  Others have also misplaced their keys.  Which keys belong to whom?  There are three sets of misplaced keys.  One with a short key ring and two others have long chains.  One of the chains is gold and the other key has a shorter silver chain.  Looking at the gold chain I determine that is not mine.  I believe mine to be the one with the short key ring that does not have a chain. 

 

The assembly is gathered in a foreign country within a city that boarders Turkey in the north.   Many here are planning day trips into Turkey to see the great city of Istanbul.  They tell me the assembly is only 30 minutes from the Turkish boarder.

 

I can’t find my friend David.  I’m trying to find a group of people with whom I can connect and hang out with. Everyone is friendly and loving, guys with guys and girls with girls.  Everyone is happy and friendly.  I am thinking I don’t have any close friends to be with. 

 

I go back to check on my motorcycle.  The throttle has a yellow gasket with which to adjust the intake.  It has been set too high.  If I temper it back however the cycle dies. It is set this way for safety reasons.  I must keep it set high for the trip back home. 

 

The first thing that stuck out for me on this dream was the name for the assembly of people.  As I sat here listening to my dictation trying to pull back information from my subconscious to fill in the gaps I knew I knew more about this society of people than was apparent on my dictation.  They had a name I just could not grab at it.  It was elluding me.  Then it hit me, “Vestibules.”  What an odd name.  I jotted the name down figuring I would look into its meaning later.  Toward the end of the dictation I heard myself make reference to Istanbul. They rhyme so I knew they belonged together. 

 

Looking through the references I couldn’t help but notice the synchronicities such as Istanbul’s golden gate bridge and my reference to the gatekeepers.  More interestingly is the meaning of the word vestibule.  Aside from the fact that both words rhyme the meaning of the word vestibule is an opening to a canal.  Does Istanbul not sit upon an opening to a canal?  Other references for vestibules include the vulval vestibule an obvious symbol for the giver of life and the vestibule of the ear which is part of the labyrinth which in turn is a spiritual reference.  It’s pretty amazing how these things play together. 

Teleportation …. A Night To Remember

TeleportationLast night I had an incredible experience.  I know I always say that but this one was truly incredible and never experienced before.  As I lay in bed mediating I fell into a very deep trance from which I could not get out.  I wasn’t afraid.  I just assumed my body was tired and needed the extra time to revitalize and reconnect to spirit so I immersed myself in the experience.  As I lay there just barely conscious of my surroundings, I suddenly felt an incredible rush of energy that lifted my body up from my chest with tremendous force and great speed.  My head and arms were drawn back by the forward motion.  

 

Still unable to come to and unable to see, I wondered if the entities who bless my night were taking advantage of me in my present state to probe me. I could swear my physical body was literally floating above my bed suspended in mid-air because I could distinctly feel the change in body posture yet my body was not responsive.  My body was asleep yet my consciousness was fully awake and very much attached to my body.  I was having an out of body experience where I was literally dragging my physical body behind me. In the distance I could clearly hear my roommate.  I was sure he would be coming into my room at any moment and would see me hanging there suspended in mid-air like Linda Blair.  I hung there in space with my arms dangling and my head drawn back for about 15 minutes.  My roommate never came into the room.  I felt another force of energy move my body forwared yet again to an even higher level at tremendous speed.  I then began hearing other voices which I could not understand.  In truth, I felt I knew the language but the words were somehow not registering.  I felt my memories were being intentionally blocked and erased the moment I heard them.  

 

After a few minutes, my body returned to my bed as quickly as it was taken up.  Upon impact I immediately opened my eyes. I remained calm.  In front of me above my navel was suspended a mechanical ethereal arm; a dimensional portal of sorts that had been used to probe and observe me.  The opening was a vibratory luminescent green rectangular connected to a green wormhole which extending into space.  Within the green rectangle was a golden pyramid.  I could see into the other dimension through the opening.   Within the pyramid was contained a cosmos of information; all sorts of information and knowledge was contained therein. Through the pyramid I could see everything at once simultaneously, so profound was the experience that I can’t not even begin to describe it, yet not in a spiritual sense it was profound in the shere exchange of information.   The probe swivelled around a bit and finally came to rest on my bed on my right side. It’s substance slowly dissipated leaving behind a collage of luminescent gossamer strands.  I rolled over on my side and hugged the stands drawing them and my covers toward me.  I then fell asleep.