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June 3, 2008

The Death of Physical Desire

ast night I had a dream where I am sitting with my family huddled around a small heater that barely produced enough heat for them. They asked if I could possibly give them a new heater. Of course, I told them. You can have anything you need. I materialize a bigger heater for them enough to heat the space in which we were huddled. Without anyone saying anything to me, I am suddenly aware of the death of my father. I immediately stand up. He died while crossing the street. I observe that no one is saddened by his death not even my mother. Everyone has gracefully come to terms with his death.

I turn away to do my own inner reflection. Within me I can see the ground upon which his body lay. Going back in time I re-live his last breath. “No, you have to be kidding,” he says to himself inwardly. He looks up and points to the sky and smiles. He is experiencing a vision. “They have come for me,” he says; those where his last words.

I now understood why everyone had gracefully accepted his death. In his death he received everything he had been searching for.

As my own inner reflection faded within the dream I began to awaken. Lying in bed I came to full awareness. Above my bed was floating the image of my father. Instinctively, I reached out to grab his ethereal form to pull him toward me. My left hand went straight for his heart like an arrow released from the bow of my heart. I grabbed hold of him capturing his heart in the palm of my hand. I could see his final expression as he surrendered his life before my eyes. His image slowly faded. I opened my hand and there in the palm of my hand was a handful of the etheric substance of his being. It was hunter green in color and ran down the palm of my hand and fingers. I held up my hand to the dawn of the morning light shining through my bedroom window. Its consistency was dense yet still transparent. My palm was completely green. Like tiny fiber filaments angel hair of some sort; it clung to my hand forming a web between my fingers that obscured the light. I compared both palms. One was clearly green while the other was my normal skin tone.

I placed my palm on my heart. Could my father have really died? I’d have to call home first thing in the morning. Somehow I knew this wasn’t about my real father but more about what my father represented. My father represents my struggle with addiction and my desire for ultimate truth. Death is a liberation from bondage; a bondage to my physical desire. Was I now free from bondage? I then remembered that last night as I began my meditation I tried to visualize the moment in which I came into existence. I wanted to know why I had decided to come into physical form. What was my desire? What was my purpose for coming here? What did I want to accomplish?

I decided to meditate and see if I could glean anything more from this dream vision. As I meditated, I began to see tree people. These trees were moonstruck; solid black shadows against a white backdrop. They looked like palm trees with ostrich feet. There were about 7 of them of varying heights. They did a two step dance of sorts to let me know they were happy with the outcome.

My alarm sounded. I quickly hit the snooze button and returned to my meditation. Seeing that I had returned, the ostrich’s regrouped and returned to their tree dance. Clarity sharpened as they came in closer into view. The showed me there feet and how they walked. Still moonstruck all I could see was the outline of their shadow. My alarm sounded a second time. It was time to awaken.

What does is all mean, I’m really not sure but I know as I live it and hold onto it more will be revealed. I’m exactly where I need to be.

June 1, 2008

Crabby Justice

I had a dream where my ex is involved in a shipping and receiving business that is less than reputable. I want nothing to do with him but we are still tied to the same sleeping quarters. He has taken the sheets and covers off the bed that we share and is having me sleep with paper towels as a cover. I am tired and simply want my own space back in which to comfortably lay my head down. He tries to convince me of the legitimacy of his new business but what he does not realize is that I can see through the false front. I can hear the fire alarms sounding incessantly, and the conversations detailing their shady transactions. I can also see their operations in progress. What he does simply does not interest me anymore. I know him for who he really is. I just want to be removed from him. It is very much a battle to see who is left standing in the end. Seeing my lack of interest and my determination to stand my ground, he makes a comment to me telling me that I’m already dead. We are spirits, he says to me.

I pause to reflect and in looking at myself. I become lucid in the dream. Now with a sense of empowerment, I go after him and grab him by his coattails as he tries to run from me. I held on and held on until I woke up with something scratching my face like tiny claws. I opened my eyes and there in front of me was a female police officer with a venomous look on her face and very bad teeth. In her right hand she held a crab by the legs which she shook at me in an effort to frighten and intimidate me. She was obviously very upset with what I had done. I was not afraid. In a sudden move I leaped forward to grab the crab away from her in an effort to prove to her that her crab could not harm me. I noticed her forearm was bloody from where the crab had clawed her hand. She pulled back exposing her teeth at me like a mad dog. I knew she was a lie. Although she wore a police cap she did not stand for justice. I let her know telepathically that I was not afraid of her and I knew who she was. She remained there at a distance unwilling to withdraw completely from my presence. I grabbed my voice recorder and began recording the details of what I had just experienced emphasizing verbally as a way of reinforcing my lack of intimidation and fear. She then disappeared.

May 31, 2008

An Angel Named Angela

Last night I went out with my roommate to the Bear Happy Hour to socialize with friends. We had a good time talking to people and meeting new people. The bears are a subculture within the gay community of ultra masculine hairy men, typically with facial hair, either a beard of a goatee and usually a hairy chest. Some also tend to be rather girth full chubbies or chubby chasers. I like them because I have an affinity toward furry men. They are probably the friendliest among the gay culture having few issues with self image. They are simply big, happy, and friendly.

Toward 10:30pm as the crowd began to thin I sat there waiting for my roommate to wrap up a conversation with a guy he had just met. I was thankful that I know people to talk to. I was thinking how at times it could be very difficult to get to know people. I remembered back at times in my life when I was less social and hung out in the corners by myself desperately wishing for someone to talk to. I stood there leaning against a wall by myself pondering my loneliness, when a young out of place girl came into the bar. She looked around somewhat lost. I observed her as I stood there thinking. To my surprise she came up to me and asked in a high pitched squeaky voice as if she had read my mind, “How does someone talk to anyone in a bar like this?” Knowing how she felt, I began a conversation with her.

She was visiting DC from Toronto working on a research project. She was a historian. She made a comment noting the only other women in the bar 3 of them who sat on a sofa across from where we were standing. She said they were obviously straight women as if to tell me those women were the only ones who didn’t fit in. I told her it was about the hour when the patronage shifts from the bears to their normal late evening clientele. I asked if she was a lesbian to which she responded kinda sorta…she said she was a trans. Come to think about it she looked very androgynous to me at a height of about 4’9” with no visible breasts yet she held his chest out proudly. She had short spiked bleached blond hair and beautiful big blue eyes. I asked him who she identified with. Again to my surprise he said confidently that she identified with gay leather men and bikers. “But they are hard core”, I thought to myself. “How did she fit in?” She told me how much she loved the leather culture. She had even done a research project to find out how leather was first introduced into the gay culture. She proceeded to tell me all about her research project with an innocence in her voice and demeanor that was so inspiring. He was proud of who she was. He said she had a girlfriend and they loved to shop for leather gear. He said that because they were both so small framed that they both had to have their cloths custom made to fit. He told me about a leather corset she purchased for her girlfriend that had pink ribbon on the back to tie it with.

She said I could be a natural fit in the leather community. She asked if I had ever been to the Eagle. The Eagle is an “institution” in the gay community with bars in most major cities. They cater to the leather Levi and bear communities. I told her it so happened the Eagle was a big part of my life in my early years but I had moved away from the community having grown tired of the costumes and free love.

I reflected inwardly on how all that has defined who I am. I was enjoying her conversation so much I thought of inviting her to dinner or to accompany us to our next stop where we were headed to meet other friends but before I could invite her she said she had to go. I asked her if she could tell me her name again. He said my name is Angela. “Can I give you a hug, Angela?” I said. I gave her a hug feeling so grateful to have had the pleasure to be refreshed by her presence.

My roommate, having a change in plans, decided to go grab a bit to eat with the guy he had just met so I proceeded to go by myself to another club where I had agreed to meet another friend. While waiting at Omega, I continued thinking about my love life and how hard it has been to find someone with whom I can connect with intimately. It just seems I’ve run out of places to meet people. After waiting for my friend for about a half hour I decided he probably wasn’t going to show up. He had expressed some doubt over the phone earlier.

Angela was still on my mind as if she was still in my presence. Her impression on me was so powerful. I thought….could Angela be an Angel. I hadn’t been to the Eagle in ages because I just didn’t identify with the people there anymore, but something about what Angela said stuck with me. Maybe I should give it another try. Maybe I could see it the way Angela does. I used to enjoy very much playing pool there. I decided to pay the bar a visit on my way home.

The crowd at the Eagle was sparse and there was no one I knew. There was no one playing pool that I could ask to play a game with. Finally I saw my old friend Tom walk by. He stopped and sat at the bar with me. We sat there for a long time talking about our relationship issues. We both complained that there was no one anymore that met our fancy. Were we just getting old? What has changed? Things were not what they used to be.

Then HE walked in. Something about him called me. The man was attractive and had somewhat of a bewildered look as if he too was somehow misplaced. Before you know it we were talking to each other. We hit it off and found we held many things in common. His presence felt good and I could relate to him. Alas, maybe there is hope for a guy like me. Maybe I am the one who had closed the door too soon. Maybe it was me who held the door closed.

Somehow, I know Angela is an Angel. Aren’t all angels historians and aren’t we HIS story? Sometimes they do walk among us.

In looking for a picture to go with my post I did a Wikipedia search for the word angel. I found there a picture of a sculpture of an angel. The angel looks just like Angela. Is it a conincidence. I think I really saw me an angel tonight.

May 28, 2008

The Griffin's Magic Mirror

In this dream I am with a being from another solar system aboard his space craft. He is looking through a magic mirror. I become lucid and realize this mirror is the instrument he uses to see the truth and all that lies within the hidden realms. Knowing this is my chance to look through the mirror for myself, I walk up to him getting close enough to grab the mirror away from him. In a moment when he is unsuspecting, I quickly reach for it snatching it out of his hand.

My question for the mirror is, “Do extraterrestrial intelligences walk the Earth?” I look through the mirror at my present surroundings. I can see the many aliens hidden within the spacecraft. Seeing beyond what is in front of me, I can now see the surface of the earth and all those aliens currently present who are invisible to the human eye. These aliens vibrate at a higher frequency and therefore go undetected. They are 8 to 9 feet tall, walk upright and wear green hooded cloaks to further hide their image. They are powerful creatures with hammerheads not unlike the griffin.

The griffin,[1] is a legendary creature with the body of a lion and the head and wings of an eagle. As the lion was traditionally considered the king of the beasts and the eagle the king of the birds, the griffin was thought to be an especially powerful and majestic creature. Griffins are normally known for guarding treasure.[2] In antiquity it was a symbol of divine power and a guardian of the divine.[3]

Most contemporary illustrations give the griffin the forelegs of an eagle, with an eagle’s legs and talons, although in some older illustrations it has a lion’s forelimbs; it generally has a lion’s hindquarters. Its eagle’s head is conventionally given prominent ears; these are sometimes described as the lion’s ears, but are often elongated (more like a horse’s), and are sometimes feathered.

Infrequently, a griffin is portrayed without wings (or a wingless eagle-headed lion is identified as a griffin); in 15th-century and later heraldry such a beast may be called a male griffin, an alce or a keythong. In heraldry, a griffin always has aquiline forelimbs; the beast with leonine forelimbs is distinguished as the opinicus.

Oddly enough I just realized this dream ties into yesterday’s dream / vision “The Spider’s Probe” where I awoke to find the man on my bed with long bony fingers and big knuckles not unlike the talons on the griffin.

May 27, 2008

The Spider's Probe

I laid down to begin my meditation. Mystified by the beautiful colored lights within my mind’s eye I completely forgot where I was. Feeling the presence of someone beside me, I came back to reality. Realizing where I was I opened my eyes. There beside me kneeling on my bed was a transparent man. He was not human. He had long fingers with large bony knuckles and thick claw like fingernails that reminded me of the feet of a large bird like that of an ostrich. He did not frighten me nor intimidate me. He simply sat there observing me.

Above my face was swirling some form of robotic arm as if my meditation was being monitored by his kind. To let him know I wasn’t afraid I held out my right hand and wiggled my fingers at him in a scary gesture. I assumed the sight of my fingers would be just as foreign and frightening to him as his fingers once were to me. There wasn’t any reason for me to fear him. He simply sat there observing me as his probe spun a few inches in front of my face. I closed my eyes again and returned to my meditation. After about 15 or 20 minutes I allowed myself to drift off to sleep.

During the night, I had a dream. In the dream there is a man who wants me to carry out his business; his agenda. I however do not want to participate in his plot because by doing so I feel it places myself in legal jeopardy. Since I refuse to cooperate, he devises a strategy that will pull me into reacting and into the conflict at hand. It would force me to take action; to become involved thereby initiating his sequence of events.

I became lucid just as he is setting into motion the events that would naturally cause the desired reaction in me. Now lucid, I am consciously aware of his motives. What he set in motion violates my sovereignty and therefore I am forced to confront him. Now fully lucid, I walk over to him knowing he is concealing his true identity. I grab at his face to pull his mask off.

In that moment I awoke from the dream. I now had a transparent yellow spider about 3 feet long and 2 ½ feet wide crawling over me. I could also see my aura around me which seemed to have been invigorated by my renewed awareness. My aura was acting as a force field to shield me from the foreign invasion thereby protecting my sovereignty. Feeling protected, I starred the spider in the eyes as it backed off knowing I was fully aware of its presence. Afraid of me now it circled around and retreated until it disappeared.

May 23, 2008

Documentary is Now on YouTube

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

May 18, 2008

You're Mona!

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.

May 14, 2008

The Twilight Zone

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.

May 14, 2008

Vatican: It's OK to believe in aliens

By ARIEL DAVID
Associated Press Writer

VATICAN CITY (AP) — Believing that the universe may contain alien life does not contradict a faith in God, the Vatican’s chief astronomer said in an interview published Tuesday.

The Rev. Jose Gabriel Funes, the Jesuit director of the Vatican Observatory, was quoted as saying the vastness of the universe means it is possible there could be other forms of life outside Earth, even intelligent ones.

“How can we rule out that life may have developed elsewhere?” Funes said. “Just as we consider earthly creatures as ‘a brother,’ and ‘sister,’ why should we not talk about an ‘extraterrestrial brother’? It would still be part of creation.”

In the interview by the Vatican newspaper L’Osservatore Romano, Funes said that such a notion “doesn’t contradict our faith” because aliens would still be God’s creatures. Ruling out the existence of aliens would be like “putting limits” on God’s creative freedom, he said.

The interview, headlined “The extraterrestrial is my brother,” covered a variety of topics including the relationship between the Roman Catholic Church and science, and the theological implications of the existence of alien life.

Funes said science, especially astronomy, does not contradict religion, touching on a theme of Pope Benedict XVI, who has made exploring the relationship between faith and reason a key aspect of his papacy.

The Bible “is not a science book,” Funes said, adding that he believes the Big Bang theory is the most “reasonable” explanation for the creation of the universe. The theory says the universe began billions of years ago in the explosion of a single, super-dense point that contained all matter.

But he said he continues to believe that “God is the creator of the universe and that we are not the result of chance.”

Funes urged the church and the scientific community to leave behind divisions caused by Galileo’s persecution 400 years ago, saying the incident has “caused wounds.”

In 1633 the astronomer was tried as a heretic and forced to recant his theory that the Earth revolved around the sun. Church teaching at the time placed Earth at the center of the universe.

“The church has somehow recognized its mistakes,” he said. “Maybe it could have done it better, but now it’s time to heal those wounds and this can be done through calm dialogue and collaboration.”

Pope John Paul declared in 1992 that the ruling against Galileo was an error resulting from “tragic mutual incomprehension.”

The Vatican Observatory has been at the forefront of efforts to bridge the gap between religion and science. Its scientist-clerics have generated top-notch research and its meteorite collection is considered one of the world’s best.

The observatory, founded by Pope Leo XIII in 1891, is based in Castel Gandolfo, a lakeside town in the hills outside Rome where the pope has a summer residence. It also conducts research at an observatory at the University of Arizona, in Tucson

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May 12, 2008

First Form Sea-Monkeys

Last night I must have been awoken 5 or 6 times by spirits. It was getting to the point of irritation. Each time it was someone different trying to get my attention and each time they took me on long drawn out dreams to show me things from their worlds. I was completely lucid during all of these experiences. At one point, I thought I had integrated myself so fully into their world that I would not be able to come back. Several times I opened my eyes in the middle of it to test if I could come back which I did. I would quickly close my eye to resume the experience. So much happened I couldn’t begin to record it all. I somehow knew this night would be primarily for my personal experience.

By morning I was so tired from their incessant prodding that I became abrasive and cocky from their irritation. I remember one woman was a green reptilian humanoid who woke me up and asked me to accompany her on a journey. I agreed since I really didn’t have a choice. She led me down a corridor. As she walked, I trailed close behind her. When she wasn’t looking I made an abrupt turn and walked through a doorway leaving her behind. I entered a back stage kind of realm where apparently life itself is orchestrated. I saw how life’s events are put formed; the cause of our experiences.

I became curious about the basic life forms present here. I challenged them with questions and comments on the things they were telling me. I did not accept anything at face value. I was extremely contentious. I’m not sure where I acquired my knowledge but I knew what they were talking about as I seemed to be calling up knowledge from within me. Our banter volleyed quick and pointed.

Each time I encountered someone in my dream I would touch them to feel their spirit against my hand. If I awoke I touched them again to see if their consistency had changed in the waking state. I wanted to know what they were made of. They bore three distinct forms: those that I could see and touch and feel as having a solid form, those that were etheric where I was able to pass my hand through them, and those that simply did not exist yet I somehow was aware of their presence.

I then became curious about my form. To test which of the three forms I possessed, I walked out on a ledge. I prepared to step off the ledge which is something I knew I could not do in real life. As this act defied the dream, the moment I stepped out off the ledge I became etheric. In so doing, I immediately became aware of my form. Somehow I was aware of every aspect of my Self and every aspect was aware of me. This new awareness was recursive. At that moment, I became Self aware in the truest sense of the word. My form was a wispy etheric blue with spikes on my back, neck and head. These wispy spikes were created by the flow of fluid air that was continuously passing through me. I then saw others able to move in and out of form seamlessly connecting to one another. There was no point at which my form began or ended. There was no delineation between me and another. Every aspect was independent and yet representing the whole. It was so amazing to see. Form comprised a myriad of color, vibration and tone that was fluid and ever changing. Form is a substance from which any expression is possible.

I then sat with a supreme being. He was a tall bearded man who wore red and blue. I asked him what I needed to know or bring back with me from this experience. He told me, “You will not be able to see.” I assumed he meant that I had experienced so much of this other reality for so long this night that was now blinded by the light of truth. Even this I challenged by saying to him, “It is not with the eyes that I see but with the heart.” He then turned and looked at those present saying, “He has learned a great deal.”

The thing that struck me the most about the experience was my question and answer. That evening I began my search for a suitable image to go along with the dream experience. I had simply been too busy at work this day to devote any time to the task. Nothing I found seemed to resonate with the dream. I looked for anything related to see, sea or blindness but nothing seemed appropriate. Frustrated I gave up on the dream, I decided this dream was far too complicated and would simply have to go unwritten. It was beyond my comprehension with far too much to bring back and decipher. I also not going to create a post without an image.

Frustrated I gave my mind a break and began poking around the internet aimlessly. I zoned out for a few moments and without knowing it I found myself keying in a search for Sea-Monkeys. For some reason, unknown to me I had actually keyed in a searched specifically for Sea-Monkey’s. “Why Sea-Monkeys,” I thought to myself? I remember being an avid Sea-Monkey hobbyist when I was little but why not today as an adult. As a kid I was forever ordering more supplies through my comic book catalogs. I remember often zoning out watching my Sea-Monkey’s for hours on end wondering what it would be like to be a Sea-Monkey. Their lives seemed so care free. Watching them had a calming affect on me. Even the smell of their food packets was now fresh in my mind.

On the Sea-Monkey website I read the company’s mission statement:

Our mission is to raise the planet’s Kindness Quotient and Sea-Monkeys® are the catalyst. Raise just one Sea-Monkey® family and you will be a believer… a nice & kind one!

What a wonderful mission statement. No wonder they had a calming effect on me. I looked up from my computer and swimming across my room was a sea of Sea-Monkeys.

Happy Joyous and Free were these. They were larger than life about 18 inches by 6 inches. These were blue in color. They were of the first form mentioned. Somehow I knew they were the First Form.