Dark Forces – Page 4 – Ruben Bailey

April 9, 2008

Little Terror

I had a dream where I am learning to fly. I soar to incredible heights. The feeling is exhilarating. They are pushing my limits beyond my comfort zone. I am good at flying. I begin to gain a sense of independence and freedom that I’ve never had before. Alone now, I realize that I am nailed to a cross. It is not me who has the power of flight. The bird that carries me is the wings of Christ. Now I am the one nailed to the cross. This is my crucifixion. In the ecstasy of flight I wonder if this is how Christ felt. In pondering this mystery, I realize I am no longer alone. Above me and above the cross are two others. One is above me to my lift and the other is above to my right. I am no longer one but three. As three we fly as one. Like training wheels on a child’s bike they guide and assist me in flight.

I then had a dream where I am a child. I have been given a bicycle. I grab hold of the rear wheel and the pedals begin to melt away. How am I now supposed to provide thrust? I then notice my hands. My hands are like those of an alien with only three long index fingers and a thumb. They tell me that it is my fingers that have melted the pedals. I look at my hands again. In doing so, I became lucid. I realize this is yet another fear tactic. I know I am not an alien. I quickly dispel the illusion and discover they had used spoons which were taped to my hands to give the shadow appearance of long fingers. A struggle ensues between me and those aliens responsible for the illusion. I know I am now confronting my fear of alienation.

Seeing my oppressors, I grab the alien’s wallet without him noticing. I tear it in half and hide the pieces under my bed covers. I figure it will buy me time to have hidden it in pieces. The alien is now looking for his wallet. He needs it in order to complete his mission. As he ducks down to look for it, I catch him off guard and pierce his medulla oblongata with my pinky. He in turns bites my pinky off leaving my pinky inserted deep in his brainstem. I then reached in with my other hand to retrieve my pinky. I figured I could reattach it later. The struggle continues with him frantically searching for his wallet.

The struggle wakes me up. As I open my eyes I can clearly see two alien beings one on either side of me. Their energy signature was much different than other hypnopompic images I’ve seen. This energy was more dense and dark green in nature. They had both my arms pinned down to the bed. Without them noticing that I had woken up, I examined their movement carefully. They have long heads which were clearly not human which made them very tall. Both were busy holding my arms down while at the same time looking around the room for something…presumably their wallet. Realizing this was my opportunity to examine what alien life is really like. I studied them carefully, remaining calm to maintain my state of altered awareness.

After a few minutes, I felt I had had enough of their games, I pulled my right hand away from him. To my surprise he held on. This is real, I thought to myself. He was now looking at me face to face. To my surprise he was wearing a human face. Slightly taken off guard by his change in appearance and his grip, I paused for a second to relax again and consider my options. They resumed their business. Thinking this can’t be really happening…I pulled my arm away from him again but this time with greater force. He immediately turned and looked at me. The quick and forceful movement of my arm slugged him in the face knocking his mask off. He quickly readjusted his human mask like a woman adjusting her bra. My hand was now free however. He then grabbed my hand again and slapped it as if to tell me I shouldn’t do that. I was already clued in to him being a fake.

Now however I was free from their grip. I laid there looking at both of them. I then found myself in their mind. I could see what their life was like. I could see them going about their business. Their world is dark black and green with very little light. It is a shadow world. They wear hoods to hide their features. I wanted to see them so I asked my consciousness to move about within their world. I wanted to see their faces. Their world began to speed up as if they were running from me avoiding me. I then saw their face and realized they had no love in their world. The images of their world began to slowly slip away. I then raised my palms to my two alien visitors who were still standing beside me now in a trance. I mentally released their wallet and sent love with them into their world. I could see waves of luminous blue light pulsating through their essence as streams of love flowed through me and into their world. I could still see everything they were experiencing in their minds.

I was utterly amazed at the encounter. I got up out of bed and walked over to the bathroom. I noticed the dog I have sitting on the banister in the hallway. He now had a new scarf around his neck. It was a black scarf. It had a white scull and cross bones with the words, “Little Terror” on it. This was not a scarf I had in my house or that I placed around his neck. I do have a roommate now, so I assumed he placed it on him when he came home last night. Had he unknowingly carried out their dirty work? Coincidence, I think not. I’ll have to ask him tonight if he was the one who gave him the scarf.

March 25, 2008

Alien Nation

In last night’s dream, my mother was pregnant. At the time of labor I see her assisting the baby through the birth canal. In the end, the baby comes out unborn in a bubble along with the placenta. I tell my mother that the birth sack must be broken to allow the child life. I’m asking those around to please call a doctor so that we can be told what to do. The doctor then confirms that the sack must be broken. I quickly break open the sack. Within the sack is only the head and neck (a very long one) of the infant child. It is an alien child. Not knowing what aliens look like when they are born I decide to pat it a couple times on the back of the neck to encourage it to move. It does not move nor does it open its eyes. I am fearing it might be dead. I want it to live. I want the curiosity of alien child. A part of me wants to know if this is a real child. “Is this a real child?” I run my fingers along the back of its head and down its neck. I feel. I can feel the sensation of its leather like skin against mine. This triggers my awakening. I slowly gain consciousness with the child gaining consciousness along with me.

In awe…I laid there in my bed trying not to loose this state of consciousness. I want to know what happens to the child. I began meditating. I then saw upon a black canvas, blue maroon light. It was a scene from a city at night. I could see people and cars running in chaos. The sky was falling. Large pieces of debris were coming down upon the people. Large birds as big as a house were flying around. I then saw a white disc run across the night sky. The vision ended there.

When I got to work the word that stuck in my mind was alienation. I looked up the exact definition of the work in Merriam-Webster’s dictionary.

Main Entry:

alien·ation

1 : a withdrawing or separation of a person or a person’s affections from an object or position of former attachment : estrangement <alienation…from the values of one’s society and family — S. L. Halleck> 2 : a conveyance of property to another

I then went to Wikipedia and looked up Alien Nation. I was not too surprised to find a movie by that name for which I followed the link. What did surprise me was the promotional poster for the movie. It looked exactly like my vision. Needless to say, I went online to my blockbuster account to order the movie. I had never heard of this movie before today but I assume there is something here for me to discover. Another piece of a very large puzzle.

March 21, 2008

The Drone of the Black Panther

I had a dark dream where I see my grandmother who is seated in a chair. This is the spirit of her physical body. It is the non physical essence of the shell of the woman I once called Abuelita. My grandmother’s spirit the one I loved is not present here but her shell remains trapped in this bardo world aging indefinitely. I can see the soft hairs on her skin and the many green age spots on her arms. This body is motionless and speechless. Her image triggers all my childhood memories of her. I remember her fondly. I then see my father coming down the street. He is much taller than I remember him. He stumbles and falls and pees his pants. I am angered by him. I can’t leave the memories of my family in this bardo world. I feel compelled to help them; to bring them back with me. I try to get my father to stand and walk on his own but he simply cannot. I want to slap him, but I hold back my anger which is rising within me as I tighten my body in frustration. My heart doesn’t allow me to leave either one here. My alcoholic father has always been a burden in my life. Why must I carry his weight? In order to bring my grandmother with me, I must also help my father. I turn to him again. With my anger rising I can see his face getting uglier and uglier. My anger seems to garner him the strength to stand. With an insipid look he now stands ready to come at me with all his remaining strength. Using his entire body he lunges forward and falls on me.

In that moment I woke up. Dreams like these don’t come without visitors. Angry now, I looked around my bedroom to find those responsible for the dream. Along side my bed were standing 5 large framed beings. They were each about 7 feet tall with wide shoulders. They were not human in form. I locked onto each of them with my eyes to let them know I was well aware of their presence. I didn’t know what their intentions were but I didn’t feel they were well intended. I knew they were using my grandmother and my father to hold me emotionally hostage. I got up out of bed and boldly walked right through them. I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet to gather my thoughts. As I sat there a black panther walked in with the insidiousness of a snake. I got up, flushed and walked right past it on my way back to the bedroom.

I laid back in bed and closed my eyes. I began hearing a rhythmic repetitive and almost hypnotic sound, “du-dil-il-ling.” I then had a vision where I could see a construction site that had wooden elevators that were lifted with hand pulleys. I could see the people who operated the pulleys carrying people and supplies to the upper levels of the construction site. They were like worker bees hypnotically following the drone.

Historically, black panthers in the American Southeast feature prominently in Choctaw folklore where, along with the owl, they are often thought to symbolize Death.

March 16, 2008

Triceratops; Flight of the Condor: Part II

Last night as I was nodding off to sleep I caught something out of the corner of my eye. I opened my eyes and sitting upon my bed was a reptilian looking creature. He had a face similar to a horse with a long snout. He also had a frill on the back of his neck that rose like feathers above his head. Like all spirits I see he too was transparent. I could only see his head as if he were peering into my world from a vantage point within his. He was talking to me. I could see his lips moving and his facial gestures but I could not hear any sound. His distinct features made me wonder if I was simply imagining things. His details were too perfect to be a creation of my imagination. He reminded me of a triceratops except he had no visible horns. I carefully looked around the room to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Tired as I was I lay there in bed watching him until sleep overtook me. I then rolled over and fell asleep.

Moments later I hear a loud but familiar hum of engines. These are not normal engines. It is the familiar hum of space ships. The aliens are back. I then feel someone tugging at my arms. I opened my eyes in real life and now on the other side of my bed was Triceratops pulling at my arms. I was amazed that he actually had the ability to physically pull on my arms such that I could actually feel it. I knew there was something he wanted me to pay attention to.

I then closed my eyes and immediately I entered into a wakefully induced lucid dream state. The rest of the night I remained in this wakeful dream state with Triceratops pulling at my arms when I’d drift too deeply into sleep.

In the dream I am confronted face to face with the Black Condor from my previous dream. He stands the height of a giant man ominous and huge with a great wingspan. His feathers are unlike any birds feathers. Fully lucid, I recognize that I am in another dimension. I too am a Condor (blue) except my wings only shown when I with a relaxed but focused intent channel the hum of the universe. Then and only then do my wings shown as big and wide as the Black Condor. I am to confront him on his own turf. I am given time to adjust to my new environment so that we might be on a level playing field. I’ve never flown with wings as great and powerful as these. I somehow instinctively know how to command the forces within this world. It feels as if the energy from the earth is rising up and flowing through my body, expanding my wings. I immediately take flight as if I was going up in an elevator at a tremendous speed. I can feel my stomach drop into my groin as the exhilaration rushes through me. I am in a steep canyon with very high cliffs with many ledges that are carved into the rock face as if people lived here in and among the rocks. I can hear the sound and feel the rush of wind against my wings. The feeling is so incredible I can’t believe I’m experiencing this.

The exhilaration is too much so I decide to land upon a perch to catch my breath. “Am I really awake?” I then feel a tug and I open my eyes to see Triceratops beside me holding my arms. All I can think is, “I want more.” I immediately close my eyes and instantly return to the place where I had perched. Again I relax with focused intent to resonate with the hum of the universe bringing its energy into my body through the earth below me. The feeling lifts me again to new heights but this time I notice that I am not being held from behind as before. I am without my safety. I feel one hand upon my side. This hand is the only thing holding me securely in this position. I fear I have climbed too high so I begin to descend. My body begins to tilt forward. All I can think is to cry out for my mother. I then remember that I can simply open my eyes and return to the safety and comfort of my bed. I immediately open my eyes to find myself still lying on my side. Wanting more, I immediately close my eyes and return to the exact place where I had left off, but now it is time to confront the Condor. He is now in pursuit and I have only one hand gently securing my safety. Feeling I need additional protection I reach behind me to where the hands would be to hopefully bring them forward to place them tightly around my waist. They are no longer there. I am now flying solo. I frenziedly pat myself down looking for the arms that once held me secure, but I don’t find them. I then take notice of my own arms and hands before me. From both my hands is streaming forth an intense blue light. I now feel the presence of God within me. I can see the valley floor below me. I know I can’t retaliate with force against the Condor. Instead I decide to use the light within me to bestow a blessing upon the earth; the earth who gave me this gift of flight. I open my palms in front of me as I soar above the land. The light from my hands is now going forth with tremendous force upon the land. White spirits begin to emerge from the land. These captive souls have somehow been set free. They are flying up to the heavens at tremendous speed like arrows they are flying toward me.

Instinctively I pull the covers up over my head and open my eyes to avoid the impact of the arrows. The Condor is under my sheets! His face is pressed up against my forehead. He is angry that I have freed the souls of those who dwell captive below the earth. In shock I freeze motionless under my covers not knowing what to do. He has me pinned down. Remembering back, I knew the only thing I could effectively do was to simply love the Condor. I then relaxed and smiled and looked gently into the eyes of the Condor. His image began to become grossly disfigured. He was nothing more than an illusion. I slowly pulled the covers away from my face in total disbelieve of all that I had just experienced. With dawn approaching, Triceratops was now gone.

I lay back down and closed my eyes. Within moments I find myself sitting in a comfortable armchair playing a board game. This is a flight simulator designed to help one master the gift of flight. It requires mental control to command the elements on the game board. The game board is a very large flat panel monitor which hangs on a wall in front of me. All the moves are done with the power of the mind. I’m practicing the art of mind control to create wormholes on the fly through with to move elements positioned on the board. My skill level is high. I love the game as it is very challenging. Joe comes by and asks me what I’m doing. He asks if I would like to do something with him. I’m more interested in mastering the game. I seem to be addicted to the game. I know that mastering this skill will be priceless. I show him the ease with which I command the forces on the board hoping to entice him in the game. This is the leading edge of all things worth having.

I then realize that my eyes emit a light that others can perceive; specifically those currently positioned on the game board. I’m now challenged to find a way of maneuvering my way through the board without being noticed much like an undercover agent. This is a challenge considering my multidimensional sight depends on the light which my eyes emit. I must acquire another sense of vision. Suddenly my whole environment changes and now I’m hiding deep within the sands of the earth. Everywhere I look my piercing laser vision creates a wormhole. I can’t conceal myself in sand. I then try to conceal myself in the waters of the ocean. This appears to be a more formidable environment. One in which I might be able to retain an edge on the game board.

March 10, 2008

Chivalry's Great Helms

In this dream I find myself floating above a parade of people. At first I can fly and hover about 4 feet above the ground. The height at which you can fly is somehow related to one’s authority level. This height feels comfortable and I do not feel threatened or in any kind of danger. I seem to have mastered this level of comfort and have been granted its corresponding authority.

I am then pushed by an invisible force to new heights. It completely throws me outside of my comfort zone. I feel as if I’m being pursued by an invisible force. I feel unsure of myself. I am now flying at the tops of the buildings far removed from ground level. Once you have mastered the gift of flight you can basically fly at any height. The thing that prevents us from reaching such heights is the energy that is required to reach such a new height and the fear that sets in when such a height is realized. I’m now uncomfortable wanting desperately to return to ground level. I must find a way back. I slide along telephone wires and power lines looking for a vertical drop. I finally find a vertical drop which descends into a location where they are singing karaoke.

I walk into a coffee house to grab a cup of coffee but the guy at the counter is cleaning out the pots and putting away the coffee. He says to me, “the coffee hour is over.’ I then turn and begin walking down the street. I not notice a guy in a wheel chair who is going into a public restroom. As I walk past the men’s restroom I double back to use it myself. I walk in and immediately feel uncomfortable. I do not see the man in the wheelchair. I immediately turn around to leave. Before I can even put my hand on the door to exit, the door flings open and an invisible force walks past me. Its presence is very strong. Even though I can’t see the force I can sense its exact location with my inner eye. I follow it with my eyes to let it know I know of its exact location and to indicate that I am not afraid. As I turn to leave once again, it grabs me from behind and pulls me back into the restroom. I struggle but am unable to break free of its grasp. I’m not gaining any ground.

The struggle awakens me. As I open my eyes I can see two men floating above my bed. As in the dream I point at the one that is further away from me as a clear indication to him that I can see them. He says to me, “Don’t point.” I then hear my conscience say, “It’s not polite to point.” Having made my point I begin to study their appearance. Both entities are wearing unusual hats. In my mind I thought to myself, “What unusual hats.” To this remark I immediately heard the one say, “Chivalry Hats”. I immediately grabbed my voice recorder from my bedstand and recorded the details of the dream and vision. I then got up out of bed as another gesture to these visitors that I was not afraid or their presence. I then marched down the hallway to the restroom to use it then returned and crawled back in bed. Inside me I really was afraid but I refused to show my fear. This force appeared to be a power greater than I.

Chivalry^[1] is a term related to the medieval institution of knighthood. It is usually associated with ideals of knightly virtues, honor and courtly love. The word is derived from the French word chevalier, indicating one who rides a horse (Fr. cheval). Today, the terms chivalry and chivalrous are used to describe courteous behavior.

What’s so amazing to me is that as I began researching this dream/vision I was amazed at how my research into Chivalry Hats echo not only the dream but things in my personal life. The synchronicity and interplay between the dream, my vision, the research and personal events in my life was remarkable.

Chivalry, a word uncommon in my vocabulary led me to Knighthood which led me to Knightly Virtues of:

Then to Courtly Love (one can substitute man or God in place of lady):

Attraction to the lady, usually via eyes/glance
Worship of the lady from afar
Declaration of passionate devotion
Virtuous rejection by the lady
Worship of the lady from afar
Declaration of passionate devotion
Virtuous rejection by the lady
Renewed wooing with oaths of virtue and eternal fealty
Moans of approaching death from unsatisfied desire (and other physical manifestations of lovesickness)
Heroic deeds of valor which win the lady’s heart
Consummation of the secret love
Endless adventures and subterfuges avoiding detection

Then to Honor and Status (echoed in the dream) and finally to the armor and the Great Helms (hats) they wore echoed by the vision. It all comes together with divine precision.

February 26, 2008

The Distraction of the Clear Light

Last night I had a dream where I am being pursued by dark spirits who distract me. They come nightly to pursue their quest. The question is can I be distracted. In the dream I am laying in bed and aware of the many spirits around me when suddenly I catch a glimpse of a bright white light. The light is so intense I can barely focus on it. My inclination is to look away. This is the light from which I must not be distracted. The goal is to move toward this light but the dark spirits are pawing at me.

I have a son who is with me. Throughout the night I’m attempting to avoid the dark spirits but they are powerful and persistent. In the morning, I tell my son that the following night I must leave him alone because I have a business trip to undertake. He is around 11 years old, almost old enough to remain in the house unsupervised. At the last minute, I find a woman whom I know very well. I ask her if it would be possible for her to care for the child during the night. She agrees. I then ask my son whether he is aware of the many spirits that visit the house nightly. He says he has seen nothing. I’m amazed that what is so apparent to me is unseen by others. Regardless, I know the threat of distraction exists.

The business trip turns out to be a one on one confrontation with the source of my distraction. I must meet this entity head on. No matter what I do I can’t seem to disarm this threat. The distraction persists. He pops up everywhere I go as an obstacle of my life long dream. He is like a weed in my garden coming up every spring year after year. As a last resort, I simply hold up my palm to him and graciously stop trying. In relaxing the light flows through me and shrinks the entity. I take advantage of this moment and gather my family and get in my car. Unfortunately, he resurfaces as my cousin inside my car. In the end, I realize you can’t avoid it you must simply let go, accept it and bring it along with you. It is a part of me. It is my shadow.

October 24, 2007

Confronted by the Achilles’ heel to see with the Eyes of God

Last night’s dreams came with a sense of profound importance. Twice I awoke abruptly to see the presence of spirit energy before my eyes. The first dream was somewhat of a false awakening except I was not in the process of awakening but instead I was in the process of being put to sleep.

I normally keep my wallet on the nightstand beside my bed. In the dream I notice someone casually walking through my house. He did not look suspicious but I somehow knew I could not trust him. He seemed to have come looking for something specific. He passed by my wallet and I knew he had found what he had come for. I immediately got up in the dream. My wallet was still on the nightstand but I knew it was not my wallet he was after it was my identity. I called to my attendant to intercede and block him from leaving the house. The man was rushing down the stairs but at the bottom of the stairs was standing my attendant. I went for it and jump propelling my heels forward in the air down the stairs as I back kick him with my heel giving him a great blow to the forehead.

The impact woke me up. I awoke to find his head wrapped in my arms in a neck lock as I stuggled to drag him into my world to hold him accountable. I could litterally feel the touch of his body against mine. I opened my eyes and saw the man now knocked unconscious struggling to get up off the floor. His image appeared floating above me as he lain sideways with his legs drawn to one side. He looked at me as if to say, “Why did you attack me?” I immediately sat up in bed and pointed at him and telepathically told him, “You are the one who stole my identity.” He looked at me shocked and in total disbelief. Angered, I got up out of bed and walked down the hallway and sat on the commode for a few minutes while I attempted to calm down. I then returned to bed and recorded the details of what had just happened in my voice recorder.

I meditated until I started to drift off again. I immediately returned to the scene of the crime. I became aware that in having had my identity stolen, I had in essence lost my ability to see. Knowing this and knowing I was lucid now in this visioning state, I envisioned through my third eye having now recovered my eyes. I now held my right eye in my right hand and my left in my left. I gently raised them up and placed them back into the sockets of my eyes. I opened my eyes (in the vision) and I immediately saw a radiant orange gladiator of a gentleman rush over to help supervise the operation. He was of the faerie realm. He looked at me and confirmed that I had placed them properly in my head.

I then heard a voice say, “Now he sees with the Eyes of God.” Amazed that now I could see collectively with my three eyes, I remained there intent on seeing the many colors of the rainbow. I watched as the beautiful colors swirled with pulsating light all around me. I wondered if my physical vision had changed any so I opened my physical eyes and saw the image of the radiant orange gladiator floating in my room watching over me. I noticed how the eyes of the gladiator were blue. He then gently closed his eyes and fell asleep before me. I too then closed my eyes and fell into a dream.

In the dream, I am visiting my ex Michael who now lives in California. He has invited me and my sister to stay at his place. As I walk into his apartment, I notice the same as being very small. It is a tiny one bedroom apartment. This is way too small to accommodate any number of guests but is perfectly suited for him alone. He has wonderful friendly neighbors and all the accommodations anyone could possibly ask for. They have community activities. One of those to which he takes my sister and I, is that of candle making. I want to have some time alone with Michael. So I close the door and we begin to talk. I am reminiscent of the times we spent together accompanying each other through life. I miss that time. I would like to have that again but I know that this situation is the best possible situation for Michael at this point in time. I know that he needs to be encouraged to remain where he is at. I can be happy that we had time to build together many candles that tower several feet high.

In the morning when I was going over my voice recordings from the night, it struck me as being curious that I struck the man with my heel. The word Achilles heel came to mind. I tried to think back to the story of Achilles but my mind confused it with the story of Oedipus and all I could remember was that he unknowingly marries his mother and has children by her. Somehow I knew there had to be more to the story.

When I got to work I looked up the story of Achilles.

An Achilles’ heel is a fatal weakness in spite of overall strength, actually or potentially leading to downfall. While the mythological origin refers to a physical vulnerability, metaphorical references to other attributes or qualities that can lead to their downfall are common. According to a myth arising later, his mother, Thetis, had dipped the infant Achilles in the river Styx, holding onto him by his heel, and he became invulnerable where the waters touched him — that is, everywhere but the areas covered by her thumb and forefinger — implying that only a heel wound could have been his downfall.

I immediately knew what the dream was referring to without question. Those fatal choices of that past if repeated would be my undoing. There is a Divine Intelligence that is speaking to me with wisdom beyond the physical. So my question now was, was my initial confusion between the Oedipus and Achilles stories intentional? I then went to look up the Oedipus story.

Oedipus was the son of Laius and Jocasta and became king of Thebes after killing his father, solving the riddle of the Sphinx and unknowingly marrying and having children by his mother.

Laius hears a prophecy that his son will kill him. Fearing the prophecy, Laius pierces Oedipus’ feet and leaves him out to die, but a herdsman finds him and takes him away from Thebes. Oedipus, not knowing he was adopted, leaves home in fear of the same prophecy that he would kill his father and marry his mother. Laius, meanwhile, ventures out to find a solution to the Sphinx’s riddle. As prophesied, Oedipus crossed paths with Laius and this leads to a fight where Oedipus slays Laius. Oedipus then defeats the Sphinx by solving a mysterious riddle to become king. He marries the widow queen Jocasta not knowing she is his mother. A plague falls on the people of Thebes. Upon discovery of the truth, Oedipus blinds himself and Jocasta hangs herself. After Oedipus is no longer king, Oedipus’ sons kill each other.

Wow…apparently it was intentional. How similar to my dream, where I too am blind. In solving the mystery of the Sphinx I regained my sight. We possibly have a continuation of the story here. Maybe these mythical stories are told for a reason. My subconscious mind seems to know them better than I do. You’d have to be blind in both eyes not to be able to see the synchronous threads here.

October 16, 2007

The Minotaur and the Labyrinth

This morning I had a dream where I am with my best friend Daniel who died many years ago. I am asking him if he knows the whereabouts of my friend Robert who I know also died many years ago. I had lost contact with him years before I found out he had died. Daniel tells me that he knows where to find him. He then takes me to where I can meet him. We find my friend Robert and after a few minutes I ask Robert about our old mutual friend Richard. I lost contact with Richard many years ago and I have no knowledge on what became of him. Robert tells me that he knows where he is. I ask him if he will help reunite me with him. He then takes me to where I might find him. Upon finding my friend Richard, we all sit and chat for a few minutes. I then ask Richard about our mutual friend Augusto. I’m sensing that they are now aware of the trick I am playing on them to help reunite us as one. Still unsure of my motive, Richard naively answers that he does know where Augusto is. We all then travel back in time to a period in our lives when we were all together as one. It is a good and happy time with many pleasant memories.

My fiend Daniel and I then leave to find a quiet place where we can continue our talk. I have a room that I rent at a nearby spa and resort which I invite him to. When we come onto the room I draw down the shade so that the management of the establishment won’t become aware that I brought with me a non-member. I’m caught by the management and told that I cannot bring non-members with me into this establishment. Daniel is angry because when he was alive he had a valid membership. He then calls upon the gay community to come with their chisels and picks to chip away at the wall they have constructed to keep people out. I’m thinking they are never going to be able to tear down the wall that separates us but in fact they are. The wall is now crumbling.

In tearing down the wall they expose a secret labyrinth. There is a man at its center struggling with a demon that has the head of a bull. I’m told if I want to confront the demon I can enter into the Seventh Ring. Knowing this is my own interior space the demon is occupying, I venture into the labyrinth to confront the demon. He is held behind an enclosed fence at the center of the labyrinth. The demon sees me and immediately jumps over the fence and aggressively comes at me. The shock wakes me up out of my sleep.

Now awake with my eyes open, I can see the demon before me. He has the head of a bull and the body of a man. All I can see is the fur around his eyes because his face is pressed up against mine. I can feel his heavy breath upon me. Without a second thought, I snarl back at the beast pushing into him to let him know that I am not threatened by its presence.

His image remained beside my bed for a long time as we locked eyes. I could see the red fiery anger in the pupils of his eyes. I had to go to the bathroom so I paid the beast no mind and got up and walked over to the bathroom. Determined not to be frightened I intentionally left the light off and sat in the darkness that was in my bathroom. When I was done I returned to bed where the image of the beast was now gone.

When I got to work I wanted to know the significance of the Seventh Ring. The only thing I could think of that referenced rings was Dante’s Divine Comedy which surfaced recently by chance in a previous dream titled, The Emperian Heaven of the Green Orb so I pulled up the Divine Comedy on Wikipedia and in the section of The Circles of Hell, I found the Seventh Circle.

Seventh Circle. This circle houses the violent. Its entry is guarded by the Minotaur.

My first question was what the heck is a Minotaur? I followed that clue and to my surprise found:

In Greek mythology, the Minotaur (Greek: Μῑνώταυρος, Mīnṓtauros) was a creature that was said to be part man and part bull.^[1] It dwelt at the center of the Labyrinth, which was an elaborate maze-like construction built for King Minos of Crete and designed by the architect Daedalus to hold the Minotaur.

Here I was lead back to the labyrinth. It was now apparent that the beast I encountered this morning was a Minotaur. Now my question is what is the significance of the labyrinth? I don’t know anything about them other than the fact that they are a maze.

In Greek mythology, the Labyrinth (Gk. λαβύρινθος labyrinthos) was an elaborate structure constructed for King Minos of Crete and designed by the legendary artificer Daedalus to hold the Minotaur, a creature that was half man and half bull and which was eventually killed by the Athenian hero Theseus. Daedalus had made the Labyrinth so cunningly that he himself could barely escape it after he built it.^[1] Theseus was aided by Ariadne, who provided him with a fateful thread, literally the “clew,” or “clue,” to wind his way back again.

The term labyrinth is often used interchangeably with maze, but modern scholars of the subject use a stricter definition. For them, a maze is a tour puzzle in the form of a complex branching passage with choices of path and direction; while a single-path (“unicursal”) labyrinth has only a single Eulerian path to the center. A labyrinth has an unambiguous through-route to the center and back and is not designed to be difficult to navigate.

Prehistoric labyrinths are believed to have served as traps for malevolent spirits or as defined paths for ritual dances. In medieval times, the labyrinth symbolized a hard path to God with a clearly defined center (God) and one entrance (birth).

Labyrinths can be thought of as symbolic forms of pilgrimage; people can walk the path, ascending toward salvation or enlightenment. Many people could not afford to travel to holy sites and lands, so labyrinths and prayer substituted for such travel. Later the religious significance of labyrinths faded, and they served primarily for entertainment, though recently their spiritual aspect has seen a resurgence.

October 11, 2007

Fear and the Astral Plane

I’ve spent alot of time on the astral plane so I thought I would share a few things here many might find enlightening. Following my near death experience the occurrences of OBE or astral projection is common for me. Its seems when I died I must have left the door between the two worlds open. That seems to be the simplest way of putting it.

There are in fact two layers that I have observed in the astral plane as you mentioned and many fearful things (illusions) can be found within the lower layers. Those spirits in the lower layers (they however are real the illusions they create are however not real) are like us on the 3rd dimensional plane, they are unable to see the higher vibrations so they still believe in the idea of control. They being the misguided spirits doing the so called evil. This produces a state of fear and lack which feeds the illusion of evil. Evil is an illusion based on the idea that we can be separate from our creator. This is impossible for nothing outside of God exists. It only exists (the illusion anyways) in the minds of those who believe it.

We are self reflective. Inasmuch, anything we believe is projected out and reflected back to us. That is what creates the illusion. Because we are of one mind we can see the illusions of others the closer we are to that vibratory frequency. It is not until our vibration is so high beyond the astral plane and far removed from the base vibrations of the lower astral planes and the density of the 3rd dimension that we become impervious to the illusion. In otherwords, angels that exist well beyond the astral plane and highly ascended spiritual beings are unable by God’s Grace to see our fear based illusions. In essense they only see what is real, they only see that which is good in us. This is God’s Grace. It is a natural veil that protects the angels from being misguided. That’s why our sins or illusions are forgiven by nothing other than God’s Grace.

As my awareness increased through exposure to the illusion I was able to see that evil has no real control. Fear is the mechanism through which the dark forces harness energy that we expend on fear. It is an intoxication to the dark lords. It is a drug on the astral plane and many don’t even know it. The greatest threat to the dark side is the spiritual awakening of mankind to it’s true essense. That’s why we as a society are perpetually innundated with distractions through the media and other venues luring us away from the inward journey toward self realization.

Confront your fears and don’t run and don’t hide. Instead simply and gently place in your mind the memory of a positive image of a loved one, the birth of a child or the image of a beautiful sunset or a rainbow in the sky or Christ on the Cross. It can be whatever image works for you. It’s as easy as changing the channel on your television set. Hold on to that image and instantly your vibration must respond to your thoughts thereby raising your vibration and you will have let go of fear and it’s hold on your life and your soul will be freed. Fear can only invade your mind if you allow it in.

Make no mistake all energy has a felt presense. Energy is neither good or bad it simply is. This is again because nothing outside of God exists. We as spiritual beings are natural conduits for God energy to pass and flow through us. As energy is embued with our thoughts it becomes the substance upon which creation itself is made manefest. That energy embued with our thoughts too becomes self reflective thereby reflecting our thoughts. That’s where the power of creation come in. When we tense up in a state of fear that restricts our ability to conduct the flow of energy. We loose our awareness of God and therefore we feel or percieve what feels like an attack. If we remain calm and at ease with a knowing that nothing can possibly hurt us we soon learn that there is nothing to fear. All fear based illusions simply pass or flow though us.

That is what my awareness of the Astral Plane has brought me. I hope it helps someone.

October 1, 2007

Look, He Sees Himself, Send in the Clown

Creepy Clown This night was too creepy and bizarre in the dream. The night started with my having difficulty falling asleep. It was probably because I had myself a piece of carrot cake before going to bed. Anytime I have something sweet before bed is always a recipe for trouble, but I just couldn’t resist the temptation for a piece of cake. The cake did however help me remain lucid and conscious during most of the dream. The dream starts off with me piloting a see through plane over a great body of water. The body of the plane is made of some form of jelly substance. Joe is with me as my co-pilot. I’m teaching him how to maneuver the plane. With Joe now piloting the plane, we begin having problems staying airborne and I’m not paying attention to what he is doing. The plane comes critically low toward the surface of the water and its belly skirts the sea.

I’m then asked to choose as if I’ve played this game before. I somehow know my options. I can either take a reading to see my future or do a retake. Without even thinking, I elect to do a retake. A retake allows me to change the basis upon which my future would be decided. It is a very risky move but has a high payoff if successful. The retake allows me to take possession of my own reading and craft it with my own hands. I am handed a wad of dough with which to form my reading. The wad of dough is transforming before my eyes taking on a life of its own. I am molding it keeping it contained long enough to change the outcome. I notice it begins to grow hair and a face then emerges. It is my face. I feel compassion for who I am. I hear a voice say, “Look, he sees himself.” The face begins to then morph into a wormhole. The wormhole is alive with a mouth like that of an anemone. I place my fingers along the edge of the mouth. The creature begins to draw me into itself. I pull back barely managing to escape.

I let go of the wormhole creature taking a few steps back. Nothing happens for a few seconds and I’m thinking everything is ok now when all of the sudden a person emerges from the wormhole. It is the devil himself appearing as me looking like a bald headed clown with an oversized forehead. There is an initial shock. Something pulls me from behind as if to embrace me in a gesture of protection. The clown then yells out to me in a guttural tone, “STAND UP!”

Knowing I’m not alone, I stand and lift my palm to him as rays of blue healing light come streaming forth from my hand. Enveloped by the light the creature begins to shrink and withdraw. It did not however withdraw completely. I never returned to a full sleep as I continued to be on alert expecting it to return.

Later in the night it did return once again approaching me in an attempt to menace and intimidate me. Half asleep, I raised my palm above my head again. Once again I could see the blue rays of healing light flow from me through my palm but this time the entity did not back down. It came right up on me and pressed its hand against mine. Startled by the touch, I immediately woke up from my half sleep. As I opened my eyes, I could see the image of the clown floating above my bed. My arm was outstretched preventing him from approaching any closer. The energy was right up against my hand. It slowly dissipated.

Having to use the bathroom, I got up out of bed and confidently marched down the hallway to the bathroom, when something odd struck me in the dark hallway. I have a little clown that has legs and arms made of yarn. I have had this clown for more than 25 years. He has always sat on my banister for nearly as long as I have had him. I sit him such that he stratles banister along the hallway where the banister meets the wall. My clown was no longer sitting propped up against the wall but instead midway along the banister. I continued down the hall toward the bathroom. I knew something had moved my clown. I flushed the toilet and proceed down the hall running my hand along the banister. I gently grabbed my clown as I went by and slid him back where he normally sits propped up against the wall. I returned to bed. I then began to meditate. While deep in my meditation I saw a woman slithering like a serpent on her belly. I knew who it was. As she slithered away she raised her head and turned to look at me. As she turned a mirror was raised in the distance and I saw her reflection in the mirror. I then held my hand out in front of my face with my index finger pointing up to indicate the number one. I could see my spirit but my spirit cast no reflection in the mirror. I knew then I was successful at realigning my future.

About an hour later my alarm clock rang and I got up to get ready for work. As I walked down the hallway I noticed something else out of place. I have a little stuffed dog that hangs over the banister where the banister turns to head down the stairs. I’ve had him on my banister for more than 17 years. He normally faces the hallway and looks at you as you walk by. Someone had turned him around. Now he was pointing the other way as if to moon me when I walk by.

Regarding the Dark Forces, I know it to be a creation based on illusion. It has power only as long as we believe in the illusion. The biggest threat to the Dark Side is our awakening. The day we see ourselves for who we realy are all illusion will fall away. I recently received this message from my friend Sal Rachele who is a gifted channel. He summed it up for us nicely so I will share it here with everyone.

Although the idea of “dark forces” is based on illusion, within the lower four densities of Creation the dark forces seem to have power and control over many souls. In reality, there is only God. Everything is God, including those who believe there is a force that opposes God. Nevertheless, because we are all powerful, creative beings (created in the image and likeness of our Creator), we are capable of creating a great deal of misery and suffering. Just look around at the world and you’ll see what I mean. We have been given free will, which means we can either create like our Creator, or create unlike our Creator. If we believe there is a force that opposes God, that force will seem to take on a life of its own for us. We can then believe that this force controls and manipulates us and that we are powerless to overcome it.The main reason for the intense upheaval currently taking place is because all that is false must be brought to the light and dispelled. The dark forces are desperate to maintain their illusion of control over the souls of Earth so they are “pulling out all the stops” and launching a massive attack on the lightworkers of the world. Of course, this is ridiculous since in truth we cannot be assailed. However, if we have any unintegrated parts of ourselves that still believe attack is possible, then those parts will go through fear and other forms of upset.On the Earthly plane, we have souls who are hell-bent (pun intended) on destroying this planet with nuclear, chemical and biological weapons. We have been repeatedly informed that the benevolent beings assisting from the higher realms have been given permission to intervene and prevent us from blowing ourselves up. This is because there are enough lightworkers on Earth now that it would be a violation of our free will to experience nuclear war. Certain governments, intent on using nuclear weapons to further their agendas, are realizing that these weapons will not be allowed and are scrambling to find some other way of maintaining their illusion of control and dominance over Earth souls.Meanwhile, we are being called upon to send loving compassion and prayers to these misguided souls. Although they must freely choose to embrace the light, sending a positive force field of light to them can cause a shift to take place, at least in those “dark” souls that have some aspects of self willing to embrace the light. Therefore, increasing our prayers and love toward those who have forgotten their Oneness with God is paramount at this time. All souls are created in the image and likeness of the Creator and there are none that deserve to be seen with less than loving compassion. Let’s all remember this the next time insanity appears to have the up