Glitter Queen Balloons

So the other day my surrogate who I will refer to as IM shared a dream where she was visited by her Grandmother in a forest where she played as a kid. She mentioned there being a lookout tower used for protecting bears from hunters. Her dream gave me pause. Particularly the image of the forest. I thought back to my associations with forests and dreams. The one dream that came to mind was Sleepy Hollow. I had not read it in a long time but the way she described it took me to Sleepy Hollow. I didn’t get around to reading the Sleepy Hollow dream until the next day. As I prepared to message her I felt a bit of sadness. My impressions of the forest reminded me of the many dreams I’ve had where my faerie friends have come to visit me and taken me on adventures. My sadness was that I haven’t seen them in a long time. I wondered if they had forgotten me or if they would ever return.

As I sat there contemplating what to say in my text to IM because I wanted to say something about the forest but didn’t want to convey any sadness. I held the phone motionless my fingers unable to type when accidentally my fingers sent out an empty thought balloon. I quickly crafted a message and excused my accidental balloon. I then began telling her about the faeries and how they used to visit me. I also described myself as a nature spirit. I’d say I’m more of a green man and in the gay community I’m very much a bear. She then messaged back telling me she was making balloons for an annual event. Thousands of balloons she was in the process of making. How serendipitous I was in awe. Little did I know there was more. She proceeded to tell me that she and her family were working on creating fairy houses to place in an enchanted forest. Now what are the odds of that happening at precisely the right time.

Spirit has a way of moving in the ordinary day to day world that if you aren’t paying attention you can easily miss it. But to those who pay close attention the evidence is there. Fairy dust and miracles happen every day. Needless to say I am over joyed to know the faeries are back.

Now here may be a good place to tell the story of my friend Daniel aka Quetta who is in the tiny picture frame (click on image to enlarge). Now that I’m doing the surrogacy to have a baby a lot of things have begun to make sense to me. Also the process of deciding I wanted to become a dad and have a child has been one I never dreamed possible and one I had resisted for a long time. I believe the universe has pushed me into this decision not so much because it wants me to do this but because doing so is part of my life’s mission. It may very well be an agreement I had with myself before entering the world. I have always sought guidance from my dreams and sometime that guidance takes you in directions you might not believe are for you. Overcoming self esteem issues and other limiting self beliefs and being tied to my fears can keep me from full fulfilling my purpose and potential. Dreams have pushed me outside my comfort zone. My dreams have been calling me to have a child. I didn’t understand this initially because they are not that obvious but they are persistent. I feel OB1 (Oliver) has shown up in my dreams time and time again but it took me a long time to accept what I am being called to do which is to live out my life to the fullest. I believe there are agreements in place when you are born intentions you set when you come into this world to be learned and experienced.

This next dream is from my book which I published in 2007 and I believe is the first time where my inner child my son OB1 (Oliver) came to revealed himself and my friend Quetta appeared so powerfully to foretell what would come to pass.

I Hold Your Hand in the Name of Love

I have had many incredible dreams but this one was among my most profound experiences. This had to be what is referred to as astral projection.

In this dream, I find myself wandering around the astral plane communing with other spirits. I recognize I am astral projecting when someone asks me in the dream what time I am going to work. Here the dream is asking me the question I normally ask myself to test and trigger a lucid dream state. I look at my wrist and notice I do not have my watch on. I never take my watch off for any reason, not even to shower. Yet the missing watch is not what catches my attention. It is seeing my hand made not of flesh and blood, but instead, etheric, luminescent and transparent. I am true blue in spirit. Yet without a watch, I somehow know the time is 5 am.

Since it is early and I am not feeling tired, I hang around with friends and show them my new-found abilities of flight. We are all hanging out in one of the rooms of my house. The room has very high ceilings and I can ascend within the room with merely a thought and look down over my friends below me. I can see them turning their heads and following me with their eyes as I fly around the room. The white robe I wear elongates as I ascend and become one with the walls of the room.

I am having so much fun showing my friends, I feel like a child with a new toy at Christmas time. I feel as if I have just graduated to a new level of awareness. As one of my graduation presents, I am given an extremely large red and blue kite. This kite is so large that I cannot keep it in my house. My friends then suggest we take the kite to the building where I work. I am in awe of this kite, which has wings like a bird. The experience is exhilarating. Upon entering the building where I work, I see that there is a large atrium which is three stories tall. This atrium is a perfect place to hang my kite. My friends tell me I can put my kite anywhere I want including suspending it from the atrium ceiling.

“Why would they allow me to hang my kite in this building?” I ask.

“Because it is your building,” they tell me.

“My building? What do you mean, my building?” I reply.

“It is your building and it has your name on it. This building was named after you in recognition of all that you have done,” they say.

I cannot believe I have a building named after me. I then give instructions for them to hang the kite in the atrium of the building, suspended from the ceiling.

After all this time has passed, someone asks me, “Aren’t you going to be late for work?” Again, I look at my wrist. This time my awareness has grown and I realize I not only have an etheric hand, I also have an illuminated body. Still without a watch, I somehow know the time has not changed. It is still 5 am.

“What’s up with the time here? How is it I know the time and why is it that the time has not changed? It’s impossible for me to be late for work,” I gather.

I then go back home and find that my best friend Quetta is sitting on my couch waiting for me to arrive. I have not seen Quetta in ages. I get all caught up in the moment, talking to him as though no time had passed since we last talked. I sit on the couch across from him intent on listening to him talk to me. I then have a flashback to 10 years prior to the day of his funeral when Quetta was laid to rest. He passed away from AIDS. I then realize this is a spirit Quetta and not a physical Quetta.

Fully lucid, knowing this dream moment would slip past me as soon as the dream was over, I knew I had to hold on to this precious moment in time.

Interrupting him, I blurt out, “I LOVE YOU QUETTA! I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.”

I cannot stop looking at him and telling him how much I love and miss him.

“I LOVE YOU!!”

He smiles at me with a knowing look on his face. He understands that I know how special this moment in time is. I keep repeating the words like a broken record unable to take my eyes off him until slowly his image begins to fade.

As his image faded, I woke up in real life, thinking, “I made it, I finally made it to the other side and my best friend in the whole wide world. Daniel, whom I had nicknamed Quetta, was there. I then understood it was not Quetta that had faded away, it was me who faded and returned to my waking life as I awoke from the dream.

“But wait, what’s this?” Fully awake, I realized I was still holding on to something. I had held on so tight in the dream, I could still feel under my covers something clutched in my hand. I had a grip on something. I thought this might be Quetta whom I was holding on to. I continued to hold on tight, not knowing what to do. I could unmistakably feel the pressure of someone’s hand locked in mine. I was holding on to someone’s hand, but who’s? For the life of me, I was not going to let go. With quick thinking and a quick move, I grabbed the person’s forearm with my other hand, determined to hold on. Under my sheets, I could now feel his forearm in my left hand. Whose arm was this?

The sun was just beginning to come up so I could clearly see around my room. There was no one in front of me. I could see no one in my room, not even in spirit form, which I often do see. I continued holding on tight to this person’s hand and forearm. Quick thinking told me to feel my way around. I began to run my left hand along his arm. This person’s arm was hairless and completely smooth. My left hand reached the outside of his hand. I had both my hands wrapped around his right hand. I could feel his hand and his fingers. Something was different about this hand. It was unlike any human hand. I could feel it as real as anything in real life and there was no mistaking I was fully awake.

Feeling my way around, I noticed the hand was larger in size than any human hand. My hand felt like the small hand of an infant held tightly by his father’s hand.

OH MY GOD, I knew whose hand this was. I was holding the hand of GOD! This was the hand of GOD! Yet God remained invisible before my eyes. My eyes were literally bulging out of their sockets and my heart was racing.

I carefully looked around the room when suddenly, from around an invisible presence before me, poked Quetta’s head in spirit. There was someone standing between me and Quetta. Someone invisible whose hand I was holding on to for dear life. Peaking around him, Quetta motioned to me like kids do to pull the invisible presence toward me. I knew this was my chance to see GOD with my own eyes. This was my chance to see the face of my Lord and I was determined to do just that. My right hand quickly reached out and grabbed his triceps and I pulled him forward with all my strength.

From behind a veil in front of me emerged the face of a five year old boy with curly glistening blond hair, just like the curls I had when I was five years old. As always, God was full of surprises. Not what I had expected, I decided then to pull the child in closer for a better look. “Who is this child that looks like me?” I wondered.

Looking into his eyes I realized this child was me. This child was none other than me at age five. I am God and God is me, we are one. My heart literally skipped a beat. In shock, I let go of my grip and fell back into my pillow.

I sat up in bed with my eyes wide open, thinking about what had just happened. I then heard the front door open and the house alarm go off. My roommate had just walked in from a late night out. I turned to look at the clock on my nightstand and it was exactly 5 am.

It was one of the most incredible dream experiences I have ever had. It was such an honor and a privilege to see my beloved best friend Daniel, whom I had affectionately named Quetta when growing up. We were and still are inseparable. Our spirits do in fact transcend physical death. True Love is what binds us together.

God is within me. If only for the purpose of reconnecting with our inner child, dreams are worth cultivating. To do so, automatically brings with them all of the benefits that lie just below the surface of the dream world.

END OF DREAM —–

Dreams are universal, multidimensional and they ring true on many levels with many levels of interpretation. I believe the boy in the dream was both me and OB1. I remember at Daniels funeral I gave part of the eulogy. I wrote a poem which I have somewhere and I will go looking for it soon but in it I said I wished I’d be born to him in another place and time. I believe in reincarnation. There is a part of me that wonders who OB1 will be. Are we really all the same person living out distinct lives believing we are different and returning to a collective spirit when we die. So many unanswered questions to ponder. I do believe we are all one in spirit. We are connected, we are both individualistic and a collective. Christ said, “I and my father are one.” So I must believe that I too and my father are one so wouldn’t that make us all one?

May 2, 2018

Addendum: Socks At The Kids Table

DREAM FEARLESSLY

This isn’t a dream but it came to pass that I met a guy who happens to have a thing for socks. It just so happens I had planned to have a date with this gentleman who I will name CJ. I became aware that CJ was celebrating his birthday the week of our date so that week I thought it a nice gesture to get him a tiny box of chocolates along with a birthday card and a Mylar balloon. On the day we were to have our date he had to cancel unexpectedly so I put the balloon in a vase in the dining room because it is pretty and it also gave me the opportunity to dream about the birthday parties I might have someday for my little one. The card and chocolates I stuck in a drawer.

Later I had the Kids Table dream where in the dream the little boy re-appears to give me a piece of chocolate. I knew my little one was calling my attention to the box of chocolate I bought for CJ. and quite interestingly it had writing in it, writing I recognized as something I had written.

When I finally came around to having that date with CJ, I went looking for his gift. I knew where the balloon was I just couldn’t remember where I had put the chocolates and card. After looking all over the house I finally found the card but the box of chocolates was still nowhere to be found. It was not in the most obvious place with the card. I knew there could be no way I would have put all three pieces in 3 distinct places. The box of chocolates had to be in the drawer with the cards but was mysteriously absent just like the sock that mysteriously appeared in my house one night. Yes a sock had mysteriously appeared in my house which I journalled as Mysterious Sock. I must have originally named the post Mysterious Booty because the link WordPress assigned to the post is Mysterious Booty. Interesting double meaning to the choice of words because CJ who you might say was a booty call has a thing for socks. He likes them so much he wanted me to wear socks when I answered the door. He wanted to see me wearing socks. I felt a strong association with the missing chocolates and the socks.

Now I’ve been a bit reserved on explaining some of the meanings in the dreams because I have just not been ready to do so. Backing up a bit if you haven’t guessed I’m in the process of having a baby. How I came to decide to pursue this dream of having a baby is a long story which I will tell at some point. Here i will say that the image of my child has been ever present in my dreams. So strong that I simply cannot over look it. The day the little booty sock showed up in my bedroom I took as a sign. A physical manifestation or signal from spirit that this is what I am supposed to be pursuing. When my little one who I will call OB1 (after Obi Wan Kanobe because it is a force to be reckoned with) showed up with the chocolate and having left the sock I just felt compelled to give CJ the magic sock after all he really likes socks and OB1 had given me his chocolate sock.

So after my visit with CJ we came to a point in our conversation where he was telling me that he is an elementary school teacher. I then mentioned that I may someday need advice. I then asked him if he had noticed my vision board in my bedroom where I have cut out magazine pictures of babies. I also have on there a few pictures of handsome men who can ether represent what I would envision my son to look like as a grown man or if God so chooses (lord knows I’ve prayed) a handsome man for me who is worthy of a relationship. I also have one special picture I cut out of a man especially for me. He is an uber handsome man who wears a T-shirt that reads DREAM FEARLESSLY. As we were looking at my board I suddenly realized the one picture of the man I placed in the middle with the Dream T-shirt looks exactly like CJ. A striking resemblance. Maybe someday I’ll ask his permission to post his picture here. It’s nothing short of a miracle.

Now I am not jumping to any conclusions oh CJ although he is definitely handsome as one can be but with all the heavenly chimes ringing there is a a message obviously intended for me. I take the message to be God has heard my prayer and has clearly demonstrated nothing is beyond his capacity to make manifest and he / she does communicate with me in dreams.

If I look at my board I had placed a picture of a beautiful woman who is pregnant in a rainbow colored bathing suit smiling and enjoying the sun. I place her there so that God would bring me a surrogate. I have been matched with a surrogate with whom I also share a magical story. See Santa’s Paradox. The morning I was introduced to her I woke up to find the Grinch sitting beside my bed. That day I received her profile and one of the pictures was of her and her family during Christmas with her husband dressed up as the Grinch.

Dreams are so incredible with a wealth of fairy dust to guide. It’s ashamed we don’t spend more time reflecting on them. I hope to someday share with OB1 how it came to be.

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Side bar: The Tab is on Me: Why 753?

May 2, 2018

753 The Kindness of Strangers

I had a dream where I find myself at a resort sitting beside a kidney shaped pool. The water is amazingly clear and the sun is shining brightly. I’m given a few products which are still in their packaging. They look like cosmetic that one can apply on your face or body to beautify. I’m curiously curious becoming aware of the many options available to me that the products provide. One of the items is a air freshener that also doubles as a small portable heater. It has a red grill and beige back. I drop it in the deep end of the pool and it descends to the bottom with the red grill facing up. I pause not knowing why I took the action. I realize it doesn’t belong in the pool. It appears to be within my reach but knowing I’m not good at fishing things out from the bottom of any pool because I’m not the best swimmer I’m cautious yet knowing I must retrieve the object, I walk toward the shallow end to get in and retrieve it. I see a man who looks like Buck entering the pool. I ask him for a favor if he is kind enough to retrieve the object for me. He complains the pool water is cold but proceeds cautiously around the outer edge of the pool. Arriving close to the deep end he dives to the bottom. As he descends, I realize how deep the pool actually is. I know it would be far to deep for me to descend. I am amazed how he is able to extricate the object with precision. He must be able to see clearly under water and is able to compensate for any distortion. He returns to the surface to hand me the object. I’m relieved to see the pool is restored to it’s original clarity.

April 30, 2018

Stroll On A Bird’s Perch

There is a guy who looks like David who is sitting at the bar. The guy is my representative. He holds the all time record of 117 which is the highest world record. A new player arrives on the scene who is staring in the game. He has taken the major leagues by storm. He is younger than David and now a joint title holder of 117. The game is being played for the kids to teach them about sportsmanship. I wonder if David is planning on retiring or if he continues as a mentor.

I am in the upper room of a lodge. I am with a teacher who does home schooling. She shows me a small bird that only has one or maybe two feathers. The delicate bird is so small and just now beginning to grow. I notice the cage doesn’t have anywhere for the bird to perch. The gravel in the cage looks like cat litter. I look around for something I can use to provide the bird with a perch. In the corner of the room is a wooden bird cage with multiple levels. It is not ready to be occupied but I imagine the day when the little bird might occupy the cage. As I look out the window I see across the valley a house fire. The fireplace is on fire and threatens the hillside. I am pushed to evacuate but feel conflicted about the bird and how I might save it. I wonder where my animals are. I notice the door has closed behind me and wonder if I have locked myself in. Am I trapped? I turn the knob to find the door opens freely. I then walk through the door. On the other side is an office space where half of the room is nicely decorated in solid wood paneling which gives it a very rustic appearance and the other half is more conventional and utilitarian. I see a stroller in front of me and think to take the stroller with me. The stroller has two parts. At first I am pushing both parts separately which makes driving the stroller difficult. I quickly learn I can fold one part and place it in a secured area within the stroller.

As I awoke from the dream I saw an image of the Grinch. This time his furr was a mustard green color. His eyelashes looked golden and the sunlight shimmered on his furry face. He then smiled at me in acknowledgement.

April 29, 2018

My Work is Complete

April 29, 2018

Last night I had a dream where I am at work. I discover there is a project where my boss needs my attention but he has omitted telling me about it. I just happen to notice it as the paper work crosses my desk because it is due now. There are several people named in the document and to my surprise I am also named. I am surprised because I wouldn’t expect to see my name as a party to an agreement such as this. Yet the agreement isn’t signed by anyone and yet it is due now. I am conflicted because on the one hand if I carry this through to ensure it is ratified I appear to be doing it for self interest since I am named. Yet I wasn’t aware of my name in the document until now. It feels like it is intended for me as a beneficiary or benefactor of the agreement. The parties are out of the country possibly in Brazil in a foreign land. The challenge is I am not quite prepared to meet the many requirements which are formalities and process around the execution of the contract. I think about all the steps I would need to do in order to arrange the many parts enumerated in the agreement. It seems I can’t possibly carry out all it’s parts in the time frame allocated for it’s execution without an act of God.

Fearing defeat but actually not so much defeat since I had not pursued this option for myself. I had nothing invested in it to feel any sense of loss. The loss I feel is on behalf of my boss whose intent it was to execute this contract. I know it wouldn’t have been written if he had not wanted it to take place even in naming me as a party. I do not want to fail my boss even though I just found out about it. It is my desire to see his mission served whatever mission it may be. His desire is my desire.

I then hear several people enter. It is the hour that has come to pass. Now is the time. As I’m sitting there not knowing what to tell him. I feel his presence come over my right shoulder as he whispers to me, “I have taken care of it. The work is done.” Now as I look at the document time stands still the steps necessary for the process are complete one by one. A signature and seal now appear. My work is complete.

April 27, 2018

The Kids Table

I had a dream where I am trying to coordinate a flight with my ex Joe. I have to find a place to park my car but the airport parking lot is full and I’m told by the parking attendant that there is a detour and he advises me to find another option. He points me in the direction of a metered spot but I am suspicious of that spot because I don’t want to get a ticket just in case I don’t get back in time to pick up the car. Instead I go looking for another parking space. I am able to find street parking nearby. I don’t know when the flight is but I do know it is scheduled soon.

I then find myself trying to save my goldfishes. Someone has placed them in a bucket with very little water. The fish are struggling to swim. I feel a strong connection to them as if they were my children. I go looking for a water bottle to try and save them. I find a blue and grey bottle in the kitchen cupboard. I fill it up with water and pour it in the bucket only to find the bucket has holes everywhere. Someone is trying to sabotage my effort. One of the fishes is already dead. Mocha and Cleo now eat the fish not knowing they are special.

My brother Paz is trying to entrap me between a concrete wall. Paz has sided with Trump and is now a terrorist. He is jealous of my spiritual connection and wants to kill me or have me go missing so that he can claim my property. I’m really tired of dealing with the Paz’s character and decide I will no longer be part of it. I refuse to give him power over me. I step into my faith in the knowledge that I am OK regardless of what Paz is doing. I then surrender and step into the space between the concrete walls. My friends Toni C and Stephen are here along with other friends from various groups who have come to this space to support me. The space between the walls begins to provide a clearing.

Those gathered here tell me that they have gathered my seed and I have born a child but that the child has the defect of illegitimacy. They bring the child to me and I feel compassion for his situation. I take the child and he grows up in my arms. I teach him how to fly and watch him become a man. We take flight together and become one. I feel him against my loins and groin and in my spirit with a feeling of ecstasy. The feeling is beautiful and overwhelming.

Now in full flight we ascend to an elevation high above to the tops of the buildings where I see a bezeled window with a cut out shape much like a cookie cutter opening. The opening is large enough for my spirit to pass . We pass through the opening.

We are in flight. He is now a full grown man. Having taught him everything I pass my power to him and now he carries me. I can feel the wind touch my body. We are facing each other. I am moving backward as he is moving forward. Its time to find a resting place. As we descend he becomes younger and younger. Once we land his presence leaves me.

I then find myself sitting at a wooden picnic table where I meet a man. He is seated beside me. I am talking to the memory of my son as if he were still with me. I feel silly talking to someone that is not there. I’m afraid the man seated next to me will think I’m crazy. I am telling the man about my dreams and how wonderful they are. I’m getting confused. I can’t distinguish whether I’m dreaming or not. Although I am in a dream, I do not feel like I’m dreaming. A young boy comes up to me from out of the blue. Without skipping a beat, I continue talking to him as my son. He tells me about school and what he is learning. We have a fun conversation about playful things. I share with him how my life is. He then runs off telling me he needs to head back to school. As he is leaving, I remind him how much I love him.

I then resume talking to the man who is sitting next to me. I tell him how my dreams reveal my son. I struggle to describe what I have experienced in all its fullness. You have to be present to fully appreciate the magic. Once again I feel silly believing the man will question my sanity.

In that moment from out of the blue a young boy appears to hand me a chocolate. The chocolate is wrapped in an orange shinny tin foil paper with crinkled edges. I open it to find a hand written note inside. Reading the note, I recognize it as something I have written. In that moment the universe opens up as my awareness expands. I am fully aware of the dream and the magnitude of what it presents. I am in a dream yet I am awake. I experience synchronicity and deja-vu in the dream as in my waking life. Knowing this is my opportunity to see my son’s face, I take a good look wanting to know if he bears any resemblance to me. I am surprised to find that he is the same person as the λλale Carrier from my previous dream where I asked him if he had any male for me.

April 25, 2018

Mom, I Love You

The only thing I can remember from today’s dream was as I was waking up. I felt it time to leave the dream but I didn’t want to leave. I am sitting close with my mom holding onto her arm. I tell her how much I love her. The expression of love is so profound. I am awe struck at how deep the feeling is. I don’t want to leave. I tell her again, Mom I Love You.

April 24, 2018

Marigold Crystal Biosphere

I’m in a biosphere. They are planting grasses and cultivating the soil. Some here are partially naked. There is a light skinned black guy with a curved semi erect penis who smiles at me as if I know him but he doesn’t really look familiar. He apparently likes me. There is a baby blue and grey car nearby which they are licking clean.

I then see a man dressed in a deep orange red suit. He has stitching down his arm like an embroidery. The stitching is being sown in real time. My eyes follow the stitch down his arm. The process of watching the stitch pulls my consciousness into a new dream where I am in a bathroom in a building. I find myself standing in front of the sink. Someone has left a freezer bag with crystals in it. I believe them to be of some value and I would like to keep them but I feel I might get caught for stealing it. I think it might be a trap. I see a vent in the ceiling and have an idea to stuff the bag in the vent to hide it temporarily. As I open the vent and attempt to reach in I can hear someone in the vent possibly watching my action. I decide to take a risk and keep the bag with me. The bag then becomes a wooden crystal bowl allowing me to hold it such that no one would recognize it as the bag of crystals. Leaving the building I’m confronted with a man in an elevator pushing a stroller. He pushes the stroller past me and exits the elevator. I then exit the elevator too letting him know by my action that he needs to step into the elevator and take responsibility of the child. “This is your baby you brought him here.” I’m thinking he needs to take care of his child. I then go looking for another elevator closer to the room where I was previously. I am looking for room 1736 and the bank of elevators that will take me to 1736.

When I woke up I grabbed my voice recorder and began recording the dream. In a rush because I had over slept I was recording the dream and making my coffee and heating up my croissant all while recording the dream. I knew all the noise would be on the recording but figured I’d still make out the important parts of the dream to journal. Here is where the magic happens.

I remember having a ceramic singing bowl so I went looking for it but couldn’t find it. The next best thing I could find was a Tibetan bowl which I grabbed thinking I could honor the dream by setting the bowl possibly with some water on my alter. Sitting there having my coffee and breakfast I thought water just didn’t feel right. I had to put something else in the bowl as an offering. I then thought I’d grab a few seeds from last years harvest of flowers from my garden an place them in the bowl. Remembering where I had stored my seeds I grabbed from the cupboard a freezer bag which contained other bags of various seeds. Standing there looking at the bag I had an ah ha moment. The bag looked just like the bag of crystals in my dream. I then placed my marigold seeds in the bowl and sat back down wondering to myself whether that was a coincidence or the magic of the dream. I then pushed the play button on my voice recorder to listen to the playback of my dream. I then heard the playback of my dream regarding the man in the orange red suit when my violin caught my eye it was the same color that the man had worn. I then had another ah ha moment looking at the strings of the violin which if played would run down my arm. At that precise moment I could hear the noise of me in the kitchen mucking with the microwave closing the door and setting the time which the microwave plays a tone for every button you push it was as if my violin or the thought of my violin on my arm was playing a song. Just more than an eerie coincidence.

When I sat to journal the dream I couldn’t really place where the dream took place. I didn’t yet have a word for the biosphere reference. When the word came to me with which to describe the dream it all made sense. They were sowing seeds and planting a biosphere.

April 22, 2018

λλale Carrier

λs I was drifting off to sleep. I begλn to see beautiful spiraling strands of light pulsating through the ethers. It reminds me of the heavens where Angels dance. Their density increases as the strands begin to take form. Cartoon like images appear and take form as they cluster together. I can see cells form forming tubules that gather in stands of tubules which began forming a mesh that then enveloped me to carry me off as if in a worm hole.

I then find myself at work. I feel I have a bone to pick with my co-workers. I somewhat know I am in a dream cocky in my attitude and with mandate in hand. I am determined to find what I am looking for. I WANT THE TRUTH. I want to know what has been hidden from me and why I have been made to struggle to find it. I can see the people working in their respective office spaces. Each has a role to play. There is a science about it with precision and certainty. I know my job here to be one in communications. I study the setup I have in place. I know it intimately for I am the one who set it up. The overlords have been using my equipment to their benefit and withholding information. I want clarity. I want transparency. I see a woman in her cubicle who shares a wall with me. She is not aware or possibly she is aware but hiding the fact that she knows I am overlooking. She works to decipher the communication on the wire. She inconspicuously looks through a post card that serves a dual purpose. One of concealment and the other of insight. Used in combination with her computer she is able to decipher the transmission on the wire. λs I eavesdrop through the transparency of the post card she holds I clearly perceive the hidden strands. They are not unlike the stands which brought me here when I entered the dream portal.

I know I must press forward. I leave my cube and enter the main area of this section of the pod where I work. There is a mobile mail station at a junction point. Assuming if I work here I must have mail being addressed to me at this location. I look at the many mail slots on the mobile station not knowing what name I work under. I can’t seem to find my mail. The λλale Carrier approaches from the right junction and looks at me. With authority, I ask him to hand me my male. He then asks, “Who are you?”. Taking a chance, I answer, Ruben Bailey. I add a clarifying statement and disclose I often don’t pick up mail here so it may have been backlogged. He then answers, “I’m not aware of any male.” but hands me several flyers which he is delivering to all employees. I pause somewhat disappointed yet knowing any information received is the next clue and its more than what I had when I arrived. I am empowered to change. Turning inward, I glance at the flyers and look around to see what is within my control to change. The flyers indicate there is a ωelcome πeception today. I move forward to excuse myself with the young λλale Carrier end enter the restricted space where the ωelcome Party is being held. There are λliens here and I am aboard a space ship which has just landed. I can clearly see out the windows of the çraft. I move to a position where I see clearly. The windows are full length floor to ceiling in 360 degrees all the way around around çraft. There are so many λliens here who look very different from humans. I am unafraid yet a bit overwhelmed by their numbers. I reach beyond any fear and wave in their direction letting then know I have arrived.

Knowing my time is limited, I return to my duties to see what changes I can make to give me an edge with the overlords. I know they need me for their business. I also know they can’t do it without me. They rely on me to harvest the fruit of my labor. I sit and ponder how I might effect a paradigm shift to better harmonize with my desire and intent. I play the scenarios to determine their possible outcomes and come to the decision to leave things as they are and take no action.

When i woke up I looked at my phone and noticed my niece had sent me a message. It became the image of the dream. It seemed fitting for this dream.

CEDELIA craft = 3- Self-expression, Joy of Living, Creativity, Perfection. Art, Inspiration, Enthusiasm, Perfection, Spiritual-Physical Connection, Communication and Triad Paradigm.

Positive Traits

On the positive side, the energy attributes of the number three resonates with love demonstration, creative imagination, fulfillment, encouragement, and talent. It’s also related to culture, innovative skills, wit, pleasure, freedom-seeking, adventure, free-form, brilliance, non-confrontational, natural rhythm, self-expression, enthusiasm, psychic ability, holy triad knowledge (heaven-human-earth, father-son-holy spirit, past-present-future, thought-word-action). The number three resonates with the energies of the Ascended Masters and their guidance. Three also resonates with expression both artistic (writing, painting, singing, sculpture, etc.) as well as feelings (love, affection, friendship, etc.)

Negative Traits

On the negative side, the number three resonates with indifference through superiority, lack of concentration or focus.

April 20, 2018

Power to Create

This is not a dream. It was the letter I wrote to myself during my Mankind Project New Warrior Initiation Weekend back in March of this year 2018. After much hard warrior work we were asked to write ourselves a letter which would be mailed to us. I don’t know where the words in this letter came from but upon reading it now the words were so powerful I thought I would share it here as this is the work of spirit.

Dear Ruben,

You are embarking on a major change in your life. One that will move you inline with your life’s mission. Don’t feel lacking or unprepared for what you need for yourself and those that rely upon you will be provided by the universe and your engagement in it. Reach within yourself. Get in tune with how you feel about what life is asking you to do. Events are placed in your life specifically to guide you. Listen with your heart. See with your touch. Act with your gut and move with the mind.

Release all preconceptions and bathe yourself in the knowledge that you are not alone.

You have already lived this life before you were born. The placement of your soul in human form is a reprieve to forget for a moment who you really are and where you came from to prove that you always are, always will be pure limitless potential. Reach deep into your creative self and draw upon the canvas that is your life. You have the power to change the world simply by living your truth. Truth is the most powerful force in the universe.

If children are what you wish to have then seek it without reservation. Know that you have done this before. The wisdom of child rearing is already in you. You are only as old as you believe yourself to be. Radiate your youth from your heart and know that time is an illusion. The only thing that exists is now. Live the now to the fullest and time will be what you want it to be in the hear and now. Savor it. Worship it. Become one with it. All things exist in you and are projected out into the world by your truth and your desire to create.

Love

Ruben 3-3-2018