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The Jesus Man: A Gateway For Immigrants

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

That is absolutely powerful.  WOW!!

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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Endangered sea dragon at Ga. aquarium pregnant

Leafy Sea Dregon

Now here is an amazing “lie in wait” coincidence.  Just yesterday I posted my dream titled, “Lie in Wait.”  In that post my dream touched on predation and camaflauge.  I felt the dream was answering a fundamental question I have had for a long time that being, “Are we the dragon’s prey?” and if so,  “How does the relationship work?”  and finally, “Is the dragon misunderstood?”  This is a metaphysical topic I’m looking to explore in my next book on the darkness within humanity.   I believe there is a symbiotic relationship between the dark side within the spirit  and humanity.  The dark side seems to feed off our emotions and specifically fear based emotions as if we secrete some chemical that they are instantly attracted to.  In my journey to the dark side, I’ve experienced these creatures call them nature’s dragons who have a leafy and very intricate design to them.   In my documentary I mentioned that I found even within the darkness a divine perfection.  By looking at the pictures of the Leafy Sea Dragon you will understand the perfection to which I speak of.  Though it is a dragon, it is a very beautiful one.  I said this specifically with regard to nature’s dragons those I experienced while I walked the dark of night.  Since I stumbled across the pictures of the Leafy Sea Dragon in my research,  I knew I had hit the nail on the head.  My research as usual had played into the dreams hidden answer perfectly.  You could say it did so with divine precision.  I wasn’t ready to discuss this yet so i made no mention of it in yesterday’s post other than to include the picture of the Leafy Sea Dragon.  Which was my queue to myself for later referrence.  My theories will be expounded on in my next book.  I’m begining to believe this will be the topic of my Ph.D dissertation. 

 

So today one day later (lie in wait) I sat at my computer to work on my book and came across an Associated Press article specifically on the Weedy Sea Dragon a very close relative of the Leafy Sea Dragon.  Now what makes this a coincidence?  Yesterday I read on Wikipedia that the Leafy Sea Dragon is endangered and all attempts to breed them in captivity have failed.  According to Wikipeida, “To date, no successful, closed cycle, captive-breeding program has occurred (ie getting a generation of captive-raised sea dragons to breed).”  That is up until today lay in wait the captive and very pregnant Sea Dragon.  Yes the little Mrs Sea Dragon did lay her eggs and now Mr. Sea Dragon lay in wait. The good thing is that much like me…he will only have to wait 24 to 48 hrs before they hatch.  Is that a miracle or what?  Oh my God I am so ticlked.  It is an event that has never happened before.  This synchronicity proves to me that I am on the right track.  Here now is the AP article.  Aren’t these creatures beautiful? 

 

A weedy sea dragon at the Georgia Aquarium has something to celebrate this Father’s Day. One of the rare creatures is pregnant for only the third time ever at a U.S. aquarium, aquarium officials said. But don’t look for the expectant mom — dads carry the eggs in this family.

The aquarium’s sea dragon has about 70 fertilized eggs — which look like small red grapes — attached to his tail. He is expected to give birth in early to mid-July, said Kerry Gladish, a biologist at the aquarium.

Sea dragons, sea horses and pipe fish are the only species where the male carries the eggs, Gladish said. Sea dragon pregnancies are rare because researchers don’t know what gets them in the mood to mate.

“We know there’s something biologically or environmentally that triggers them to want to reproduce, but in the aquarium world, we’re not sure what that is,” Gladish said.

The aquarium recently changed the lighting and thinned out the plants in the sea dragons’ tank to give them room to court each other.

The aquarium has seven of the 18-inch sea dragons, which resemble Dr. Seuss characters with long aardvark-like snouts, colorful sea horse bodies and multiple paddle-like fins.

During mating, the female lays dozens of eggs and then transfers them to the male’s tail.

In the wild, the survival rate for sea dragon babies is low, but in captivity it’s about 60 percent, Gladish said. The fish is on the International Union for Conservation of Nature’s list of threatened species, mostly because of pollution and population growth in its native Australia.

Only about 50 aquariums worldwide have sea dragons.

Male with Eggs

A male weedy sea dragon carries eggs on his tail at the Georgia Aquarium in Atlanta, Thursday, June 11, 2008. For only the third time ever in a U.S. aquarium, one of the endangered creatures is pregnant. (AP Photo/John Bazemore)

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Lie in Wait

Automeris IO

Last night I lie in bed to meditate.  Since I was a bit tired, my intention was to be extremely brief with my meditation so I placed both hands behind my head. All the lights were turned off.  Within a minute or two I dropped into a trance and lost myself.  When I realized where I was I noticed a man standing in front of me positioning a screen directly in front of my face as if to prepare the stage for this night’s dreams.  Curious as to the purpose of the screen, I quietly watched giving no indication that I had regained my conscious awareness.  At this point the screen was down a few inches from my face to the height of my nose so I was able to see above the screen in addition to being able to see down through it. 

 

The man was directly in front of me no more than a foot away from me which made it difficult for me to see his face.  I held myself motionless, observing everything around me.  Directly in front of me was his upper torso and midsection.  He seemed to me working on something above my head as a camera man would position his lighting equipment before a shoot.  He was now ready to reposition the screen.  This was my chance to see his face.  Still unaware that I had regained full awareness, he ducked down and looked directly into my eyes.  He was a humanoid type I had never seen before.  Unable to process his image entirely, he remained an indescribable blob of pixels.  He raised the screen positioning it directly between us.  I was immediately able to see his image very clearly.  The screen somehow translated the never before seen collection of pixels into a definable image known to my mind.  Thinking it’s now or never, I reached out like a preying mantis to grab him.  I immediately opened my physical eyes. 

 

Unfortunately the screen prevented me from getting a good grip on him.  With stealth quickness and knowing he was present in the room, I reached in front of me with my physical arms like a blind man stumbling to grab at anything before me.  I wasn’t able to grab hold of him but I definitely felt his physical presence as he brushed up against the underside of my forearms.  As I moved my arms around there were defined areas in front of me where I could actually feel something solid yet I could see anything and there were areas where I could feel nothing at all. 

 

Obviously he got away, but I came away with an experience, knowing there is subtle energy that can’t be seen but can definitely be felt with the physical hands and seen with the inner eye.  It seems the veil of separation between the two realms is thinning. 

 

I then rolled on my side and fell asleep.  I then had a dream.  In the dream I am with my best friend Daniel who passed away many years ago.  We are with his family working on improvements to the house in which they live.  There is a night watch where each of us takes turns watching the night sky and guarding the house.  Tonight it is my friend Daniel’s turn to watch the night sky.  I am sitting inside the house looking through the screened in porch.  He sits just outside with a blanket rapped around him to temper the chill of night. 

 

At this point I became semi-lucid thinking to myself that there is something strange happening here.  I’m aware of the significance of the screen but unaware as to its role in the setting of the dream.  I am also aware that my best friend who is sitting outside just beyond the screen has passed away in real life.  The desire of the heart to go outside and visit with him is very strong but I resist the urge believing that this might be the predatory response wished by my earlier visitor.  I make a conscious decision not to change the effects of the dream and to simply remain still to allow the dream to tell its story.  His father comes by to explain the improvements they have made on the house and why they are needed.  The tone of his voice has a hypnotic droning effect on me pushing me into a deeper state of consciousness making it difficult to stay coherent.  Slipping into another dimension or perspective, I now understand the improvements on the house and I can see their effect.  There are a bunch of yellow butterflies that are now attracted to the house because of the improvements made.  It reminds me of a Zen garden.  There is a sense of comfort in knowing that everything is going forward according to a divine plan.  All I have to do it lie in wait. 

 

Leafy Sea DragonOne adaptation helping both predators and prey avoid detection is camouflage, a form of crypsis where species have an appearance which helps them blend into the background. Camouflage consists of not only color, but also shape and pattern. The background upon which the organism is seen can be both its environment (e.g. the praying mantis resembling dead leaves) other organisms (e.g. zebras‘ stripes blend in with each other in a herd, making it difficult for lions to focus on a single target). The more convincing camouflage is, the more likely it is that the organism will go unseen.

Mimicry is a related phenomenon where an organism has a similar appearance to another species. One such example is the drone fly, which looks a lot like a bee, yet is completely harmless as it cannot sting at all. Another example of batesian mimicry is the io moth, (Automeris io), which has markings on its wings which resemble an owl’s eyes. When an insectivorous predator disturbs the moth, it reveals its hind wings, temporarily startling the predator and giving it time to escape.

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Eye on the Ground

Cat's Eye NebulaLast night I had a dream where I am with a group of emissaries.  We are discussing events of the future.  They are telling me all that is to occur.  I am told there will be blocks of time that will go missing.  Finding this hard to believe, I question them asking them for further clarification.  It is as they say; blocks of time will go missing.  They then suggest that it has already happened to me.  I pause to reflect on my past looking for a time in my recent past for which this could be true; an instance where I could not account for time.  As if to answer the question for me, an eye appears embedded in the ground to my left.  I suddenly understand exactly what is meant by the loss of time.  It is all that I am.  Knowing all there is to know about the eye on the ground, I am told that I am to go forth and preach and begin my ministry because now I am a believer and I know the truth.

 

I begin to feel an energy rushing up from the ground like that of a serpent coiling around my body along my sides and up under my arms.  It has a tingly feeling that tickles.  I want them to stop because the feeling is to intense against my body. The sensation wakes me up with a ringing in my ears.  As I opened my eyes there beside me was a giant warrior with a long sword.  The ringing was from the sound of the blade as he pulled it out of its sheeth.  I asked the warrior, how do you safely carry a weapon of that size?  You don’t carry one, he answered.  Instead, you trust in the eye for no harm can come to you.  With that said, he and his sword vanished.

Photo Credit: Cat’s Eye Nebula NASA, ESA, HEIC, and The Hubble Heritage Team (STScI/AURA) 

The Cat’s Eye Nebula is a planetary nebula in the constellation of Draco. Among the earliest of human records written, the ancient Egyptians identified this constellation as Tawaret, the goddess of the northern sky in their pantheon of deities. Considered as ever-vigilant because the constellation never set, she was depicted a fierce protective goddess whose body was a composite of crocodile, human, lioness, and hippopotamus parts.

I found it interesting that Ministry also refers to government and in fiction a reference is given to the New Republic from Star Wars.  The following quote suck out for me.

The New Republic is a mutual self-protection pact among over four hundred sentient species, and an economic partnership between eleven thousand inhabited worlds.”

—Chief of State Leia Organa Solo

Looking up the word preach I was redirected by Wikipedia to the word Sermon.  There I found the most famous sermon to be the “Sermon on the Mount.”  Little did I know there is another version of the same sermon called “Sermon on the Plain” from the Gospel of Luke.  I was unaware of this version which sounds very similar to the title I chose for this dream.  The title of course for the dream came directly from imagery in the dream which was pretty straight forward.  “On the Plain” sounds very similar to “On the Ground.”  Not to mention Sermon and Eye have spiritual connotations.

Notable messages in the Sermon on the Plain include:

I love dreams like this because there are so many layers or dimensions of meaning here.  It speaks volumes to the one with an open mind who is willing to hear. 

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The Rod of Asclepius

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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The Death of Physical Desire

Deathast 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? 

 

OstrichI 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.

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The Griffin's Magic Mirror

GriffinIn 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.

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The Spider's Probe

Wolf SpiderI 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. 

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Documentary is Now on YouTube

Arecibo Message

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.

Arecibo Reply Crop CircleI 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

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You're Mona!

Mona LisaThis 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.