Last 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.

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Last night I had a dream where I am a superhero similar to Batman. My Batcave is a Penthouse atop a great tall building. The Penthouse I occupy is comprised of several of the top floors. There is no direct access to these floors because they are hidden from the general public.  The secret Penthouse is the launch pad from which I initiate all my superhero crusades. Feeling alone in the world, I want to intermix with the population at large so I create a DaySpa where people can come and enjoy power drinks, exercise and be rejuvenated. The decision to open part of my Penthouse to a DaySpa and grant access to the outside world does pose a significant risk to my true identity as a superhero but I am willing to take that risk because the payoff is potentially very high in that I will be able to influence and enlighten millions who will come through the DaySpa and become members. As soon as I open the doors of the DaySpa many come through. The DaySpa also gives the illusion that you are actually in the Penthouse. Yet those who come are unaware that there are other floors of the Penthouse hidden from view. The fact that the true Penthouse is hidden helps take the focus off the building because there are those enemies who would want to limit my superhuman influence.
 
 There is a secret chamber much like a space capsule the catapults me into the hidden and secured areas of the Penthouse. On this day, I have several men come through who are looking to put an end to my mission. I have to choose an opportune moment to secretly enter the chamber. When the moment is right, I enter the chamber and quickly press the button to close the door behind me. At first the door jams because there is an emergency mechanism to keep the door from closing. I bypass the safety mechanism using the red button and the door quickly closes and rotates the chamber. Inside the self contained chamber are provisions which have been neatly arranged. These are all the things I need for my mission, including insulin to safeguard me against death from low blood sugar. My only weakness, my Kryptonite against my superpowers is my diabetes. Good nutrition is required to maintain a high level of super human powers. This is another reason for the creation of the DaySpa and the powerful drinks offered by the DaySpa to have these things readily available to me in the case of an emergency.
 
 Rejuvenated now with superhuman powers, I set out on my first crusade. I can see that my adversaries have created a rotunda as an optical illusion to entrap me. There are two aspects to my Self. One aspect always remains in the normal world while the super human side of me can venture into other realms. I am now clued into the illusion that entraps me in the normal world. My first crusade is to free my other Self. My first instinct is to follow through the illusion set up by the adversaries. As I travel down the spiral staircase of the rotunda I find that it leads nowhere it is a closed loop that only gives the illusion of going somewhere. Knowing this truth now I jump over the side rails of the rotunda using my super human flying and jumping abilities arriving at the first level of the rotunda which is under ground. This is where the illusion is being mastermind. I can see my other Self entrapped by the illusion matrix above me. The adversaries are using an invisible force field to contain the imprisoned me.
 
 Seeing the source of their power of dominance I unplug their master power cord that supplies power to their force field. This completely cripples my opposition.  At the moment I unplug the power I issue the command “RUN”. My imprisoned Self runs free toward the door closest to where he is at. I want to join him through the door where he exits the illusion but I know the distance I would need to travel to join him places me at greater risk should they manage to reenable power. My safest route is a nearby fire exit. I rush through the fire exit door to find on the other side a series of other doors. I pause for a moment not knowing which door to choose. In this moment of reflective thought I become lucid and a thought comes to my mind, “I have been here before.” In this moment of clarity, a ripple runs through the matrix of illusion. I can see the firedoors in front of me sway as the ripple goes through them confirming the illusion. I have been here before and these doors have all served to entrap me in the past. Instead of choosing one of the doors in front of me, I decide to create a portal using my super human psychic abilities. Meditating I create a stargate that appears in the matrix of illusion in front of me. As the stargate opens on the other side I see a small alien creature. I am drawn to him. He is somehow familiar to me. My heart wants to reunite with him. I cross over and embrace him. In the embrace I somehow know I have reunited with my Self.
 
 The Batman theme in the dream was very strong so I decided to look up Batman on Wikipedia to see if I could glean some insight off the story. Here is what I found.
 
 

Batman (originally referred to as the Bat-Man and still referred to at times as the Batman) is a fictional comic book superhero co-created by artist Bob Kane and writer Bill Finger (although only Kane receives official credit) and published by DC Comics. The character first appeared in Detective Comics #27 (May 1939). Batman’s secret identity is Bruce Wayne, a wealthy industrialist, playboy, and philanthropist. Witnessing the murder of his parents as a child leads him to train himself to physical and intellectual perfection and don a bat-themed costume in order to fight crime. Batman operates in the fictional Gotham City, assisted by various supporting characters including his sidekick Robin and his butler Alfred Pennyworth, and fights an assortment of villains influenced by the characters’ roots in film and pulp magazines. Unlike most superheroes, he does not possess any superpowers; he makes use of intellect, detective skills, science and technology, wealth, physical prowess, and intimidation in his war on crime.
 
 In his secret identity, Batman is Bruce Wayne, a billionaire businessman who lives in Gotham City. To the world at large, Bruce Wayne is often seen as an irresponsible, superficial playboy who lives off his family’s personal fortune (amassed when Bruce’s family invested in Gotham real estate before the city was a bustling metropolis) and the profits of Wayne Enterprises, a major private technology firm that he inherits. However, Wayne is also known for his contributions to charity, notably through his Wayne Foundation charity. Bruce creates the playboy public persona to aid in throwing off suspicion of his secret identity, often acting dim-witted and self-absorbed to further the act.
 
 Unlike many superheroes, Batman has no superpowers and instead relies on “his own scientific knowledge, detective skills, and athletic prowess.” Batman is physically at the peak of human ability in dozens of areas, notably martial arts, acrobatics, strength, and escape artistry. Intellectually, he is just as peerless; Batman is one of the world’s greatest scientists, engineers, criminologists, and tacticians, as well as a master of disguise, often gathering information under the identity of Matches Malone. He is regarded as one of the DC Universe’s greatest detectives. Rather than simply outfighting his opponents, Batman often uses cunning and planning to outwit them. In Grant Morrison’s first storyline in JLA, Superman describes Batman as “the most dangerous man on Earth,” able to defeat a team of superpowered aliens all by himself in order to rescue his imprisoned teammates.
 
 
 Batman faces a variety of foes ranging from common criminals to outlandish supervillains. Many Batman villains mirror aspects of the hero’s character and development, often having tragic origin stories that lead them to a life of crime. Batman’s “most implacable foe” is the Joker, a clown like criminal who as a “personification of the irrational” represents “everything Batman [opposes].” Other recurring antagonists include Catwoman, the Penguin, Two-Face, the Riddler, Scarecrow, Mister Freeze, Poison Ivy, Ra’s Al Ghul, and Bane, among many others.

Tags: Dark Forces, Enlightenment, Extraterrestrial, Lords, Mythology, Stargate by Ruben Bailey
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I had a dream where I hear someone say from behind me, “Maybe you should use easy off to clean the oven.”  I turn around to see where that off the wall comment came from.  There is a man entering the room.  He is a renegade.  He is wearing burlap over his face and hands because he lives and works in the sand.  He is a renegade sandman.  From his unusual comment and the burlap bag over his face, I believe him to be one of my alien visitors.  With this awareness, I become lucid in the dream.  I offer to shake his hand.  Somewhat apprehensive he slowly puts his hand out to meet mine.  I remain there motionless without withdrawing my arm waiting for him to make contact with my extended hand.  Finally he gains the courage and forthright to do so.  In this process I become 100% lucid.  I want to feel his hand even though he is still wearing the burlap over both hands.  He slowly grabs my hand.  I am utterly amazed at the physical sensation of the touch of his hand in mine.  I CAN FEEL HIS PHYSICAL TOUCH. Although I am experiencing this in a dream I know he is not a dream. It is different than the normal touch of a human hand.  His hand is very slender and his fingers long.

Finally he leans back and relaxes somewhat.  We begin to talk.  He is speaking to me in a language I know yet don’t recognize.  I struggle to determine if I am speaking orally or mentally within the dream. After a bit of idle conversation, I am certain we are communicating completely telepathically.  I can hear his words in my mind, I understand them as I do English yet I don’t recognize them as English.  I ask him what language he is speaking to me in.  Before he can answer, I ask if it is Spanish.  He laughs and replies, “No.”  I understand from his laugh that we are speaking a universal language born of telepathy.  It is a language of pure thought in the framework of one mind.

He begins telling me of his many struggles.  Before I realize it, he has taken off his burlap mask, jacket and burlap gloves.  He is now sitting before me barechested with just his pants.  He is a very good looking man who I find attractive.  He has scratches on his chest; minor wounds from the many battles he has fought.  In telling me about his struggles, I realize he is also describing the cause for which I am here.  I realize we share a common story, heritage and purpose.  He then tells me about a man who came down to New York to be born.  He refers to this man as the Jesus Man.  I know he is referring about me but I am confused as to his reference to New York. I live in Washington, DC but I am absolutely certain he is talking about me. I want to hear everything he is telling me so I don’t interrupt him to ask for clarification.  I am afraid he may withhold information if I give him the impression that I know who he is referring to.  He then starts telling me about my death; the death of the Jesus Man.  He then says that his mother died that following January. 

Bearing news of my mother a part of me wants to run and see my mother.  My consciousness splits and a part of me is now with my mother and another part of me is still sitting with him listening to him recount the events of the cause for which we are fighting.  Seeing my mother I want to tell her about her death but I realize I can’t share this information with her.  I simply tell her that I love her and I return to my conversation with the Sandman.

I am looking deep into the man’s eyes.  I can see them changing.  I can see symbols in his eyes.  Believing the dream is about to end, I wake up to grab my voice recorder but in the background I hear, “The shuttle craft is about to launch in 15 minutes.”  Oh my God, they are on their way but where are they going?  Should I be going with them?  With my voice recorder in hand, I decide to stick around for a few more minutes to see if I can get more information on what is happening now and where they are going.

Back in the dream, I can feel something on my back.  I reach behind me and pull a uniform that is attached to my back and I throw it down on the floor in front of me.  It lands in between both of us.  Laying on the ground it looks like a deflated person. He is still talking to me but his words are no longer registering.  I then hear over a loud speaker, “The shuttle is about to launch.”  Where are they going?  New York possibly? 

I immediately opened my eyes to record the details of the dream and quickly set the voice recorder down to return to the dream.  Upon my return, I saw a group of people standing under a sign that read Orothanos.  I somehow understood my house to be a gateway for incoming travelers into this dimension. 

Confused by parts of the dream I looked up the word Orothanos which I could not find anything similar to it.  In the dream, I had to sound it out because it was a word I had never seen before.  Each letter of the word was contains in a sphere.  The closest I could come to it was the word Oranos or Ouranos which means Uranus.

Uranus is the Latinized form of Ouranos, the Greek word for sky. In Greek mythology Uranus (often cited as Ouranos), Father Sky is personified as the son and husband of Gaia, Mother Earth (Hesiod, Theogony).

I also wanted to find out the symbolic meaning of New York. 

New York City, which is the largest city in the United States, is known for its history as a gateway for immigration to the United States and its status as a financial, cultural, transportation, and manufacturing center.

 

Liberty Enlightening the World (French: La liberté éclairant le monde), commonly known as the Statue of Liberty (French: Statue de la Liberté), was presented to the United States by the people of
France in 1886. It stands at Liberty Island as a welcome to all visitors, immigrants, and returning Americans.

Worldwide, the Statue of Liberty is one of the most recognizable icons of the United States, and, more generally, represents liberty and escape from oppression.

 

That is absolutely powerful.  WOW!!

Now at first pass I didn’t even stop to consider the meaning behind the word Jesus.  I assumed it was merely a reference to my strong spiritual convictions but then I decided to look it up.  Does the name Jesus have a meaning.

Jesus of Nazareth also known as Jesus Christ, is the central figure of Christianity and is revered by most Christians as the incarnation of God. Muslims consider Jesus a prophet, and several other religions also consider him an important figure.

 

The name “Jesus” is an Anglicization of the Greek (Iēsous), itself a Hellenization of the Hebrew (Yehoshua) or Hebrew-Aramaic (Yeshua), meaning “YHWH rescues“. “Christ” is a title derived from the Greek (Christós), meaning the “Anointed One,” which corresponds to the Hebrew-derived “Messiah”.

 

So the meaning of the word Jesus is “YHWH rescues“.

Tags: Death, Enlightenment, Extraterrestrial, False Awakening, Lords, Multidimensional, Mythology, Prophesy, Reptilian, Stargate by Ruben Bailey
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Last night as I was meditating I had a vision which I can only equate to a scene from Mary Poppins.  In the vision I am traveling in the countryside.  Out in the distance are standing a women and a young girl.  They have baroque style clothing each with a long puffy crinoline style bedgown and petticoat.  The woman is holding an open umbrella which she uses to shade herself and the young girl who is close at her side.  They begin to walk toward a canyon about 20 feet in front of them.  I am mesmerized by the graceful way in which the woman’s bedgown sways at her feet.  When they reach the canyon’s edge they simply continue walking.  As they step off the cliff a wind carries them using their crinolines as parachutes.  The wind is so strong and mighty that it carries them to new heights well above me.  My consciousness watches them as they pass overhead. 

I ended my mediation and rolled over to fall asleep.  I then had a dream where I find that someone has laid claim on my house.  We both exist within the house.  He has been residing on the upstairs and I on the downstairs. I have not had reason to venture upstairs so I am not displaced by his presence.  On this day he comes downstairs to make himself known to me.  He attempts to take possession of my favorite armchair.  I stop him in his tracks letting him know definitively that I am the master of this house and the chair is mine. 

He leaves me with the chair but I remain curious to find out how he manages to live upstairs.  Determined to find out for myself, I venture up the stairs to the second level to look around.  It is a grand space that is very old and weathered but has a uniquely old world charm.  The floors, he is now refinishing.  I think to myself that it might not be a bad idea to allow him to remain in the house since he is actually adding value by the work he is performing on renovating the floors. 

As I get ready to go back downstairs I notice a bird sitting on a table out on the terrace.  It is a Sun Conure; a pet I had many years ago. His name was Ollie Bird.  He is dazed and his feathers are haggard.  Feeling compassion for Ollie Bird my immediate inclination is to try to revive him and bring him back inside but now the man wants me to get on my way.  My pets can’t stay outside they must come into the house where they can be protected.  I now realize that the upper level of the house has been left open and unattended for many years.  An open door or window would allow my cat Sable to get out.  I insist on securing the house.  He does not want me upstairs.  He wants me to leave.  In our struggle for control I awaken from the dream to find a woman floating above my head.  She looks at me through a round portal that has opened up above my bed.  There is a green light coming though. 

Mentally I challenge her to bring it on.  I am committed to stand my ground.  She then turns to the side such that I can see her profile.  From her mouth streams forth all sorts of creatures, animals, plants, and geometric shapes.  Everything is alive with a vibration.  Even though we were at a confrontation, what I experienced was very beautiful.  Life in all it’s many forms is simply beautiful. 

What struck me unusual was that the dream wanted the chair.  So I proceeded to look up the meaning and here is what I found:

The chair is of extreme antiquity. Although for many centuries and indeed for thousands of years it was an article of state and dignity rather than an article of ordinary use. “The chair” is still extensively used as the emblem of authority in the House of Commons in the United Kingdom and Canada, and in public meetings. 

The House of Commons is the lower house of the Parliament of the United Kingdom, which also comprises the Sovereign and the House of Lords (the upper house). Both Commons and Lords meet in the Palace of Westminster.

Historically, prime ministers are often referred to as Primus inter pares, a Latin term translated as first among equals, and which reflects the original concept of a prime minister as merely the first minister or most senior minister to the monarch, not the dominant or presiding minister, a role later assumed by many prime ministers in many states.

Coincidence how looking up information on the history of the chair had anything to do with an upper and lower house. 

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I had a bizarre dream where I am in another dimension that is very different from our own.  Mythical beasts are found here.  There is a dragon that is feared by all in this land.  We travel through this dimension in a small enclosed hovercraft. I am told we must confront the dragon.  The dragon is all powerful and comes at us with enormous exhibition of strength.  We land the hovercraft and embark on foot.  The dragon sees us and comes straight for us.  When he sees that we are on foot he immediately becomes docile landing just a few feet away.  He lies on his side, “Is he asleep or in a trance?”  I am told we must enter through the belly of the dragon because his belly is a stargate and portal.  I step through an opening at the base of his belly.  I am instantly catapulted into another dimension. 

In this dimension I am visiting my parents.  While here I am told my father has died.  With the news I become lucid with the recollection that I have had a dream about my father having died just a few nights previous to this.  I tell them this is only a dream my real father has not died.  They insist it is not a dream.  My father has passed.  I am instructed to begin the process of bereavement.

Determined to defy the dream, I resist and instantly find myself back outside the belly of the dragon.  I am standing at his hind leg while he sleeps.  I raise his paw examining the pads of his feet as proof that I am in a dream.  Instantly I am pulled back into the belly of the dragon back to face my father’s death yet again.  Again they say to me, “This is not a dream, your father is dead.  You must begin your process of bereavement.” 

I am once again more defiant than ever. I do not want to face my father’s death.  NO! I will not.  Instantly I find myself outside the belly of the dragon at the pads of his feet. Instinctively, I run over to the hovercraft to look in the truck for anything I might be able to use against this.  In the trunk of the hovercraft I find a type a liquid saran wrap that is sticky and gummy which I can use to seal the belly of the dragon.  I then receive a telepathic message letting me know that the saran wrap was left there specifically for this purpose.  I think to myself, “How did they know I would need road-side assistance?”  Lifting the pads of his feet I once again get sucked into the other dimension.  I struggle going back and forth half a dozen times until finally I’m able to seal the opening of the dragon’s belly securing it with a diaphragm which I have fashioned out of the saran wrap and held down with metal clamps. 

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I have a dream where I am deployed to serve in the military.  My main concern is who is going to care for my parents while I’m gone.  It is an undercover assignment which will require me to lose my identity.  Even I won’t know who I am.  With a blink of an eye I slip into another dimension within the playing field.  We are in a submarine in a room with many beds.  There is a cleaning lady in the room on a break lying on one of the beds.  She looks at me and recognizes who I am. With her recognition, I realize I don’t know who I am. The only thing I know is that she knows who I am.  There is no turning back now. 
  
The location we are in is under occupation.  There are many men walking around who I did not invite here.  I had allowed only one person in who in turn allowed the others in.  Visiting hours are 2 12 and 5.  Everyone here has a blood disease.  They throw up on you.  One guy has had an outbreak 3 times already.  Doorknobs have yellow tags to indicate active infection.  Knowing I just arrived on stage here, I instinctively know I’m not infected yet.  I go into a restroom where I can be alone to plan out some form of strategy.  There is a guy in one of the stalls who is throwing up.  I have a sense that he is able to detect that I am not infected.  Knowing I must flee, I realize I can fly but I unable to descend.  He throws up on me like a bird regurgitating a meal for his young.  Outside the restroom door, there is a procession of inmates walking by.  In a vision I see a dove crossing a street.  Midway the dove begins to transform into a man and continuing his walk across the street.   
  
The scene now changes.  The war is over and my mission is ended. We are now at peace.  It is inauguration day to welcome in the newly appointed High Commissioner.  We are at the Council of Nations. There are television cameras capturing everything about this historic moment which marks the end of the war and the appointment of the new commissioner.  Two singers are invited to sing for the new High Commissioner.  The cameras pan the League of Nations where many sit.  Over the loud speaker I hear them ask one of the angelic voices to stand and be known.  “Angel #1 please stand and be known.”  The excitement rolls like thunder through though the crowd.  A beautiful blond woman stands in the distance and all begin to cheer.  Unable to contain her excitement she runs a great distance to arrive at the podium to greet the new commissioner.  Her hair is very long and very beautiful and her skin is milky white.  She is glowing with admiration.  She apparently deeply loves what she is doing to serve the commissioner.  They pan the audience a second time and over the loud speaker I hear, “Angel #2 please stand and be known.”   Without even thinking she immediately stands and rushs down toward the podium to join with Angel #1.  She is a vibrant red head with a milky grey colored skin that is strikingly distinct and beautiful.  The two angels stand together at the podium. They hug and kiss as the crowds cheer in a thunderous moment of sheer bliss.  Never before have two united as one in this way.  As they hug and kiss the blond angel’s hand accidentally cups the breast of the red haired angel.  It is an act so natural and befitting of an angel’s innocense and love. 
  
The crowd now becomes completely silent.  I am expecting to hear them sing but instead they drop into absolute silence as they look each other in the eyes.  In their silence I become lucid and immediately drop into a vision within the dream.  I am standing in front of a mirror. In the mirror I can see nothing except my third eye.  It is not as I’d expect my third eye to look.  My third eye is a radiant crystal suspended before me.  Within the crystal I can see the many geometric facets and all the many dimensions contained within it.  I can see the matrix a grid that separates the many dimensions. In the one I can see all.  Wanting to touch it, I reach out my hand and with my index finger I gently lay my finger tip upon it.  It seems to be nowhere yet in many places at once.  My sense of touch is in all places where it exists.  In response to my touch, my third eye crystal changes color to a brilliant passion red. 
  
I hear a voice asking me to describe it.  “What does it look like?  Does it look like….?”  No I answer…. immediately a wormhole appears with white and yellow light pulsating through it. It is so incredibly beautiful.  I ask them if they can see what I am describing.  In the wormhole I can see the city of Los Angeles.  The buildings are melting away leaving behind the natural beauty of the land.  
  
In recognition of my service to the mission I am granted an inheritance.  Since I love animals they give me a pet shop full of many exotic animals.  As I walk through the pet shop amazed that this could all be mine I am taken by group of lemurs sitting in an open cage.  They are so cute I wonder if they can be held.  I invite one to come upon me.  He jumps into my arms and begins nibbling on my finger.  He is toothless and completely harmless.  I am so happy. This is something I will enjoy doing for the rest of my life; finding good homes for these more exotic creatures. 
  
When my alarm sounded I simply opened my eyes for I was already awake.  There was no need to snooze my alarm to meditate for I had been meditating all night long.  I got up out of bed and marched into the bathroom to pee.  Feeling so overwhelmed by my dreams I had to sit down to do my business and ponder over the nights events.  As I sat there relieving my bladder I had a vision.  Three women approached me.  They were exquisitely beautiful.  Their ethereal gowns glistened with pink and magenta sequins.  Telepathically I heard a single word.  “Shambala”.
  
This night was all over the place.  How was I going to make sense of it all, yet I knew it held a profound message for me.  Here are some things I discovered while researching. 
  

The term “lemur” is derived from the Latin word lemures, meaning “spirits of the night” or “ghosts“. This likely refers to their large, reflective eyes and the wailing cries of some species (the Indri in particular). Female dominance is a very rare social structure in mammals only observed consistently in hyenas and lemurs.

In the Commonwealth of Nations, a High Commissioner is the senior diplomat (ranking as an ambassador) in charge of the diplomatic mission of one Commonwealth government to another.

Shambhala is a Sanskrit term meaning “place of peace tranquility and happiness”. Shakyamuni Buddha is said to have taught the Kalachakra tantra on request of King Suchandra of Shambhala; the teachings are also said to be preserved there. Shambhala is believed to be a society where all the inhabitants are enlightened, actually a Buddhist “Pure Land”, centered by a capital city called Kalapa. An alternative view associates Shambhala with the real empire of Sriwijaya where Buddhist master Atisha studied under Dharmakirti from whom he received the Kalachakra initiation.

The image is from the Kalachakra thangka from Sera Monastery.  A “Thangka,” also known as “Tangka”, “Thanka” or “Tanka” is a painted or embroidered Buddhist banner which was hung in a monastery or a family altar and occasionally carried by monks in ceremonial processions. In Tibetan the word thang means flat, and thus the Thangka is a kind of painting done on flat surface but which can be rolled up when not required for display, sometimes called a scroll-painting. The most common shape of a Thangka is the upright rectangular form.

JUNE 20, 2008 — I’m reading Carlos Castaneda’s, “The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge” and came across this quote which rings true with where I am along my spiritual path and has resonance with the dream. Here he talks about the 4 things we must overcome.  The first is Fear, the second is Clarity, the third is Power and the fouth is …..<haven’t read that far yet>.

“He must do what he did with fear: he must defy his clarity and use it only to see, and wait patiently and measure carefully before taking new steps; he must think, above all, that his clarity is almost a mistake. And a moment will come when he will understand that his clarity was only a point before his eyes. And thus he will have overcome his second enemy, and will arrive at a position where nothing can harm him anymore. This will not be a mistake. It will not be only a point before his eyes. It will be true power.

He will know at this point that the power he has been pursuing for so long is finally his. He can do with it whatever he pleases. His ally is at his command. His wish is the rule. He sees all that is around him. But he has also come across his third enemy: Power!”

Tags: Bliss, Dark Forces, Enlightenment, Inspirational, Multidimensional, Prophesy, Stargate by Ruben Bailey
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Last night I had an interesting experience when I laid in bed to meditate.  I quickly lost myself and later allowed myself to slip into a deep trance like state. I was just at the point of dropping into a deep sleep when I began to feel sick.  Quivering, I pulled my arms in tightly around my body as I held my comforter to my chin.  My teeth were chattering.  I felt as if I was about to pass out.  Telepathically, I sent out a distress signal as a cry for help.  I felt I was dropping into a state of delirium.

Lying to the right of me was roommate.  Noting my non verbal cry for help, he reached over and placed his hand on my forehead.  I could clearly see his arm across my face as I felt the pressure of his hand as it rested on my forehead gauging my temperature.  A part of me wondered how he had responded so quickly. 

To my left immediately appeared an EMS attendant from some emergency medical team.  She wore a black cap with a silver symbol on the front of it that glistened with the dim light that filtered into the room from the street light below my bedroom windows.  She reached out and grabbed my right arm.  I slowly became more aware realizing that whoever was next to me couldn’t possibly be my roommate namely because we don’t sleep together and secondly because he had not been home tonight. 

My mouth was definitely quivering.  Where were these ill feelings coming from?  Why was I feeling sick?  The person’s arm was still resting on my forehead.  I decided to reach for my voice recorder.  As I reached for it, a jackal appeared in front of me and sniffed me.  I ignored it and quickly proceeded to grab my recorder from my nightstand.  I quickly recorded the details. 

I could still feel the EMS attendant touching my arm feeling my pulse.  I thought the physical sensations might be my cat sleeping next to me.  I moved slightly to see if I could feel the cat.  Nothing Sable was not beside me, yet the touch against my skin was very real such that even my comforter was moving.  They were examining me with their medical equipment.  I then looked for my dog but could not see or feel him anywhere next to me.  Was I really in my bedroom?  I held my voice recorder while they continued their examination.  It was out of this world.  Once they were done and I was feeling better they disappeared as quickly as they had appeared.  Before leaving the attendant to my left held out she had to me.  I saw her face.  She had a human face.  Her vibration seemed higher than those previously around me.  I knew she had been there all along protecting me.  I quickly reached out my hand to touch hers.  She was the last and only one to say goodbye.  I was now alone in my bedroom.  My dog was sleeping quietly at the foot of the bed.  My cat was nowhere in sight.  Who were my visitors?  It was comforting to know help is merely a heart beat away.

In the morning my roommate came home at 7am before my alarm had sounded.  I heard him disarm the security alarm system.  My dog started barking and ran downstairs to greet him.  After settling down I called the dog back up onto my bed.  Mystified by my experience this night I decided to take advantage of my early wake up and meditate to see if I could go back to the scene where I was when all this happened.  I quickly had a remote viewing session where everything I was seeing had a deep forest green tint to it.  The beings around me were definitely alien humanoid creatures.  I could see them moving about.  The video within my mind was shaking which caused the image to distort slightly making it difficult to focus.  The shaking made it difficult to clearly see their faces or read any of the writing that was present on the tables and monitors.  I still wondered if I was in my bedroom or not when it happened.  I definitely had access to my voice recorder but does this mean I was in my bedroom?  There were approximately 12 attendants around me in a very dimly lit green operating room.  Their skin appeared to be shiny with leather like quality.  They had large almond shaped eyes.   I have seen these aliens before many times.  It suddenly made sense as information from my subconscious came streaming in.  I had made the connection.  There are many dimensions occurring at the same time.  Not all dimensions are aware of each other and some are only able to look down in frequency or tone or vibration hence the color of the setting. Depending on my vibration I too am only aware of certain frequencies.  Frequency is a term I am using for lack of a better word with which to describe what is happening.  There are two sides to the same coin.

I looked up EMS on Wikipedia and was led to the rod of Asclepius which is what I received from the attendant who said goodbye.

The rod of Asclepius (also known as the rod of Asklepios, rod of Aesculapius or asklepian[1]) is an ancient Greek symbol associated with astrology and with healing the sick through medicine. It consists of a serpent entwined around a staff. Asclepius, the son of Apollo, was a practitioner of medicine in ancient Greek mythology.
 
The rod of Asclepius symbolizes the healing arts by combining the serpent, which in shedding its skin is a symbol of rebirth and fertility, with the staff, a symbol of authority befitting the god of Medicine. The snake wrapped around the staff is widely claimed to be a species of rat snake, Elaphe longissima, also known as the Aesculapian or Asclepian snake. It is native to southeastern Europe, Asia Minor, and some central European spa regions, apparently brought there by Romans for their healing properties.
 
Asclepius (Greek) is the god of medicine and healing in ancient Greek mythology. Asclepius represents the healing aspect of the medical arts, while his daughters Hygieia, Meditrina, Iaso, Aceso, Aglæa/Ægle and Panacea (literally, “all-healing”) symbolize the forces of cleanliness, medicine and healing, respectively.

Tags: Dark Forces, Death, Extraterrestrial, Hypnagogia, Multidimensional, Stargate by Ruben Bailey
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I’m so excited. The video documentary I did for public broadcasting of my near death experience and subsequent dreams and altered states of awareness is now on You Tube in it’s entirety.

http://www.youtube.com/RubenBailey

Thanks to Shortpants Productions I was given a copy of the taping which I promptly converted to Window Media format to compress it and slice it into 19 chapters and posted all of them on You Tube. Even I was surprised when I saw the video for the first time myself. It had me at the edge of my seat. I don’t know where the words came from to fill a total running time of 1hr:41min:20sec but in my opionion it was flawless. It transitioned beautifully. It introduces my book which I published last year.

I wanted to share the link with everyone so you can see it and share it with any of your friends who might be interested. I believe we as Lightworkers have the responsibility of creating the web of light by linking to each other across our global Internet to spread our message. I hope it will help raise awareness of the power of dreams to help us transcend our physical realty and bring us to an awakened state of consciousness.

I’m going to see how I can get the DVD which is (unsliced and not compressed) duplicated to give away and pass around.

I used the Arecibo Message as my backdrop because as with dreams it too uses symbols to relay a message out into the unknown vastness of space.  And just like the Areciebo Reply I too feel like someone intelligence out there has received my message and is actively trying to communicate with me through my dreams by they celestial beings, ascended beings from other dimensions or extraterrrestrials.  There is no doubt my messages have been received and are being answered.

Also see PBS Link to Documentary on right under Pages

Tags: Dreams, Extraterrestrial, Multidimensional, News, Stargate by Ruben Bailey
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This afternoon at 3pm I was very tired and decided to lie down for a couple hours to take a nap.  As is customary, I began my nap with a meditation.  I quickly lost myself in the meditation and suddenly found myself across from a tall young man seated comfortable in a sofa.  The man wore military fatigues and had a garrison cap resting on his knee.  He was apparently preparing to go answer a call to service.  He was telling me about the honor it is to serve his country.  In the back of my mind I remembered that I was in the middle of a meditation.  Alert now I paid very close attention to what he was sharing with me.  In parting he said the best part of being away from home would be returning home to his wife.  At that moment a woman walked through a nearby corridor and into the room.  The gentleman stood up and leaned forward to kiss his wife goodbye. 

I found it odd that he felt the need to display his affection in my presence. As she leaned in to receive the kiss, my attention was instantly drawn to the woman.  Without thinking, I immediately stood up in the vision and walked over to her.  Something about her was very familiar to me.  I knew her.  It then hit me and I blurted out to her, “You’re Mona.”  I leaped at the chance to bring something concrete back with me from the other side so I moved in closer with determination within inches of her face.  “You’re Mona,” I said.  I was shocked at my sudden reaction.  I had never seen her before but a part of me deep in my core knew exactly who she was.

Surprised she backed away puzzled saying, “What do you mean?”  From her words, I knew she also knew exactly who I was.  This was as much of a surprise to her, as seeing her for the first time was to me.  With emphasis I looked deep into her eyes and replied, “I know who you are, you’re Mona.”  The deeper I looked into her eyes the more I recognized my own eyes in hers.  Her eyes were mine.  Our foreheads pressed against each other.  As her image faded all I could see were the pupils of her eyes reflecting my third eye. 

I ended my meditation and opened my eyes in utter amazement.  I quickly reached for my voice recorder but it was not in its usual position on the end table.  “I must have left it down stairs,” I thought to myself.  I then began to replay the events in my head to commit them to long term memory.  All of the sudden details of the man’s life came flowing back like a damn that had given way.  Many details poured in.  What a time to forget my voice recorder down stairs.  I knew everything about the man’s life. 

Frustrated and simply too tired to get up I reveled in this new awareness deciding not to interrupt the flow to go look for it. I decided to simply trust that I would remember later everything that had been poured into my waking consciousness.  I looked at my alarm clock.  Thirty minutes had passed since I first laid down to meditate.  I rolled over and quickly fell asleep.

Some time later I had a false awakening where I woke up thinking it was time to get back to my household chores but for some reason I could not get up.  Looking around the room everything looked as it should.  I then reached over to look at my alarm clock but noticed I could not see my arm yet I felt its movement.  I knew I was having a false awakening.  I also knew for me false awakenings are the perfect opportunity to trigger an out of body experience.  To confirm, I moved my hands in front of my face and could not see them.  I then tried gently to roll myself out of my body, but I couldn’t.  No matter how hard I tried I could not detach myself from my body.  I remained calm, knowing I’ve been able to do this before.  Once again I tried to will my body out.  I rolled slightly to my side and swung my legs to the left.  I was able to sit up.  I then calmly stood.  I was free.  I had done it I was free from my body. I waled over to the foot of my bed to look across at a mirror I have hanging in my bedroom.  No reflection.  I could not see myself in the light of the afternoon sun that shown through my window.  I looked down at my body to see streams of energy flowing down through me creating what looked like a long flowing robe of many colors.  I moved in slow motion like a man on the moon.  My etheric body seemed to glide gracefully with ease. 

I thought to myself, “You’ve done it, you’ve done it.”  I then heard another little voice in my head say, “what if you have died.  What if you can’t find your way back.”  At that point I really didn’t care. The voices could say whatever they wanted, I simply didn’t care.  I was where I wanted to be.  If I had died in my sleep I was happy to finally be free.  It was beautiful I danced around the room experiencing what it was like to be pure essence. I was in no hurry to go back.  I danced and danced and danced.  As I twirled, I caught a glimpse of my left hand through the mirror protruding from underneath my covers.  I paused to look at my hand through the mirror.  I then saw another hand gently caressing my hand and forearm.  Was it possibly my right hand?  Was my body moving?  I then moved in closer to the mirror.  No it was a hand very distinct from mine with very long bony fingers and long nails. 

“Who is messing with my body?  I guess it’s time to go back.”  I then closed my eyes and willed myself back.  I instantly found myself back in my body underneath the covers.  I could feel the weight of someone on my body but I could not see anyone.  I still was in the false awakening because I could not see my own hand either yet I knew we were both very much present, but who was this other person?  I struggled to move but couldn’t.  I was locked in my body once again.  The struggle woke me up. Yes I was now back. 

I immediately sat up to run downstairs to retrieve my voice recorder.  I looked over at my nightstand and there on the opposite side of my nightstand was my wallet and the voice recorder.  It had been there all along just not where it normally is; within easy reach.  

I quickly recorded all the details.  To my misfortune I could no longer remember any details of the man’s life other than the year 1926 and the name Eric.  He was a corporal.

I did my normal research first keying off the name Mona.  I wondered if the name had any meaning or significance.  The only thing I could fine was the Mona Lisa.  At first I discounted it until I scrolled down the page to find where they focused on the hands of the Mona Lisa.  Just as in my dream it the Mona Lisa has rather large hands and it looks like one hand is caressing the other.  Another interesting fact that I didn’t know about the Mona Lisa is the pyramid.  I’m planning a trip to Egypt?  I couldn’t help but wonder if the dream was encouraging me to go. 

I then moved on to the military man.  He was a corporal.  Looking up the word, I was surprised to find a very spiritual meaning of the word

from the doctrine that the bread of the Eucharist becomes or represents the body of Christ

Leonardo used a pyramid design to place the woman simply and calmly in the space of the painting. Her folded hands form the front corner of the pyramid. Her breast, neck and face glow in the same light that models her hands. The light gives the variety of living surfaces an underlying geometry of spheres and circles.

Tags: Extraterrestrial, False Awakening, Multidimensional, Out of Body, Stargate by Ruben Bailey
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A strange thing happened to me last night as I was lying in bed meditating.  As usual I began to see the wonderfully colorful lights pan back and forth in my minds eye.  I then saw children approach floating in the void space within my mind. They asked if they could approach me.  I mentally agreed allowing them to come near to me.  The closer they came the deeper I went into trance.  I was however fully conscious and aware of everything that was happening.  They said they had brought me something that I had been longing for.  One of them preceded to hand me an etheric substance which he held in the palm of his right hand that I can only describe as some form of etheric plasma.  It was a very dense luminescent blue color. It was similar to the substance that gathers to form spirit energy but this was highly concentrated. He asked me to hold out my hand to receive the gift of spirit. He then placed it in the palm of my left hand.  In awe I examined it carefully massaging it gracefully with my fingers to feel its consistency.  This was the purest form I had ever seen; like soap suds it clung to my hand.  This gift of spirit was virgin in the sense that it had never been used to manifest any form before.  This was the substance with which creation unfolds.

The children sat around me as we all watched with great intent.  I lost myself in the awe of the moment.  I then turned to my partner and told him to turn and look at what was in my hand, but he was fast asleep lying next to me.  Wanting him to share in this moment with me, I nudged him with my right elbow being careful not to take my eyes off this precious gift which I held in my hand.  In that same moment I felt something suddenly hit the left side of my nose.  Startled but still within the trance I realized I don’t have a partner so who is this person lying next to me?  I then opened my eyes to figure out what had hit my face. 

I opened my eyes and literally had to back away from a green probe that hung suspended within an inch of the bridge of my nose.  It looked like a robotic arm of some sort.   It too was etheric and luminescent. The length of the arm formed a tunnel a vortex through which I could see multi colored light streaming toward me.  I quickly closed my eyes again and found myself back in the trance from which I had just come out of.  My partner to my right who I know doesn’t exist in real life was still lying next to me.  I then considered this mystery carefully and noticed my arm and elbow, with which I had just bumped my partner to get his attention, was hovering just above the bridge of where his nose would be.   

Welcome to the Twilight Zone moment.

Tags: Bliss, Hypnagogia, Multidimensional, Stargate, Visions by Ruben Bailey
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