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Hydra: Come Live On Our Planet

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February 2, 2019

In last night’s dream I am applying for a new job along with a few other people.  I am the first one hired on by the company and offered my choice of places to work.  I choose my home as my location.  Two others are also hired and they too choose from the remaining locations available.  The 2nd person chooses to work from the business apartment and the 3rd is given an office space at the main headquarters.

I seem to be the lead and I go visit the 2nd person at his new luxury business apartment.  Looking around the space, I realize this is where I used to live a long time ago.  It is much bigger than I remember it to be.  I feel a deep sense of connection to this place as I look around at the many rooms and courtyard.  Number 2 is trying to decide which room in the home to make his bedroom.  He has an iron bed with tall iron bed posts which he has positioned in the middle of the room.  With such fond memories of this space, I am saddened that he has not made it his own yet and hasn’t completely settled in.  He seems to still be living out of boxes.

He then receives a delivery at the door.  It is a brand new brown fire truck along with many other items of value.  The shipping manifest indicates these items are left overs from the previous occupant and he can simply take possession of them.   They are now his to use as he pleases.  Looking through the items, there is a letter which accompanies a Trust with $250,000 dollars in it.  I am a bit saddened that I didn’t choose this space for myself.  I could have been the lucky one to inherit all this wealth.

Our first project we need to undertake is sent to us.  There is only one copy of the instructions.  Given there are not sufficient copies for me to hand out to each team members, I am going to have to convey the instructions as needed.  I open the document and read through the instructions.  There are sections missing and also sections incorrectly ordered.  I seem to be intimately familiar with the instructions even before I read them.  I know exactly what is missing and what is out of order.  It appears only I am qualified to do this job.

My alarm sounds and I get up to pee then returned to bed for a few minutes of precious snooze time.  I immediately return to the dream.  I and my team are getting ready to sit down and have coffee.  I seem to be a bit envious of the good fortune of #2.  I believe with all that money he has been lucky enough to receive he should treat us to coffee.  I’m not even sure #2 realizes the value of what he has inherited.  As I approach the counter,  we walk past the fire truck.  The paint on the truck looks brand new.  It is a milky chocolate color with polished chrome accents.  It is obvious the truck has great value.  We continue on to the pastry shop walking through the courtyard.  I now worry whether they will have the danishes I enjoy eating.  To my surprise, they have the exact cream cheese danishes I love.  We order our food and sit down to eat and discuss the instructions.

The instructions seem to be a manuscript for a movie about life on another planet.  I can see the trailer of the movie playing before our eyes.  The title says, “Come Live on Our Planet.”  I then see a three headed dragon pass before the screen.

As the vision fades, I see one last person approach.  The colors are muted monotone shades of forest green.  He smiles at me as if to confirm, “Communication Received.” I look at his face for a moment to study his expression.  He has a friendly and gentle face.  His hair is thick and a bit messy.  He is young in his mid to upper 20’s.  I sense a deep connection to this man.

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Park-a-Barge River

BargeI had a dream where I am in the parking structure of the building where I work.  I park my car in an open space and proceed to walk toward the stairs to enter the building when I accidentally trip over an access panel at my right foot.  The access panel door is slightly raised.  Both curious to know where the access panel leads and wishing to properly secure it to prevent others from tripping over it I remove the panel door to examine it.  The opening is barely large enough to put my hand through it but wide enough to provide a clear view of every parking level below me.  Each parking level below me has the same access panel positioned directly below the one where I am standing.  By removing the access panel door, I have opened all access panels on ever floor below me allowing me to see into all of them all simultaneously. 

Though the opening, I can see the parking structure is built above a river which is wider than the parking structure itself.  It is a vast river with a strong flowing current.  I think it very odd that a parking structure would be built above a river.  It wouldn’t seem to make for a very secure foundation.  As I scan the surface of the water I notice a severed hand floating in the river.  I’m immediately concerned.  Scanning the river for the remains of the body to which the hand would belong, I see a large barge that is carrying the bodies of the dead for processing.  The bodies are laid on their bellies piled upon each 9 high or more.  The man who works the barge is processing each body one at a time placing it below the surface of the water until each is consumed by the current.  There is green algae like film that covers bodies. 

I have the feeling that I am not supposed to be witnessing what I have just seen.  I decide to secure the access panel and go to my office where I can take the time to process and research what it is I have just seen.  Once at my desk, I realize this research will require access to top secret documents which I am not privileged to but I know someone who does have a top secret clearance who might grant me the information.  I call Joe up and ask if he could possibly gather the information for me.  He kindly agrees and within a few minutes documents are delivered. Stacks of reports now sit on my desk for review along with new research equipment, computers, scanners and communication devices to allow me further inquiry and investigation should I wish to delve deeper into this mystery.  I open the files and the first thing I notice is the information that authenticates the information and its source listing the price for obtaining the information.  All have been delivered free of charge this is clearly noted by a zero in the balance due files.  I know had this not been a favor to me anyone else receiving the information would have had to pay a significant price to obtain such information.

After I’ve gone though all the documentation provided I decide to go back down to the parking structure and have a second look.  Once down there I remove the access panel door.  Once again, I can see the barge and the worker processing the bodies.  The barge worker is wearing a full body green suit.  His hands are silver and resemble metallic claws.  By comparison, I can tell his hands different and his body is much larger than that of the dead he is processing.  I surmise with all the information I now have that this man cannot possibly be of human origin.

I’m worried that I have stumbled upon something that is so top secret that I will be searched out and prevented from disseminating the information.  I attempt to replace the panel door.  As I reach to grab the panel door a car drives by and crushes the door breaking the interlocking mechanism.  This truth can no longer be concealed.

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The Cicada of Truth

Green CicadaTonight I had some of the most incredibly vivid dreams I have ever had.  I must have gotten up to go to the bathroom at least 3 times and each time the dreams continued right where they had left off the minute I closed my eyes without waiting for me to fall back asleep. 

 

In the first dream I am visiting my first lover Jerry who is now living on a secluded mountaintop in a very large house.  Walking through his house, I am amazed that he has been so successful in his life to have acquired so many wonderful things to adorn his house with.  He has obviously exercised good judgment in his decision making.  He has several young daughters, twins and triplets from about the ages of 3 to 5 years old.  All of them love to play games with him. He is their Daddy.  He sets up scenes for them to play house and hide in miniature worlds which he cordons off with curtain sheers.  He illuminates their play area from within. He hides behind the curtain and watches them play.  He interacts with them in this way by moving the curtain to create shadows.  Every once in a while one of the little girls will pop her head out through the curtain to see what he is about to do next.  She has caught on to his game. They are so engaged with each other it is such a joy to watch the love that is between them.  The girls look up to him and want to be around him all the time.  They crave his attention.  His activities with his children keep him so happy and busy that he does not have any time left to live the gay life he used to live.  His life is now consumed by his children.   It is a simple life yet he would not have it any other way. He is simply a man.

 

I walk over to one of the other rooms of the house and find a bed where I lay my head down to enjoy the comfort of his home while my sister prepares a meal for us.  As I lay there it occurs to me that I might be dreaming, because my sister is not one to be preparing a meal.  I then begin to hear a loud buzzing sound.  It is a sound I can clearly place outside of the dream.  Believing it is a sound in my bedroom, I open my eyes (in real life).

 

Hanging upside down from the ceiling are two non human creatures.  They are a transparent luminescent green and remind me of those long tubular balloons they have at the fair that are twisted to form different animal like shapes.  My ceiling in the bedroom is at least 12 feet high.  These beings hung upside down and were at least 5 feet long.  I raised my arm at the one on my right to let him know I could see him.  The deafening sound they were making reminded me of a cicada bug. One of the two jumped down off the ceiling and landed on my bed and quickly jumped on the floor and stood by my left bedpost at my feet. The other remained suspended from the ceiling.  Within the shrill of their speech was a telepathic message.  They kept asking me to do them a favor.  They insisted I do something for them but they refused to say please so I refused to carry out their wish.  For some reason I can’t remember what they wanted maybe they blocked my memory of the conversation but they were apparently not able to block my intention. What I do remember distinctly is that they would not say please. 

 

I finally got tired and grabbed my nightshirt which was lying on the floor beside me and swung it in their direction to get them to shut up.  The one hanging from the ceiling quickly jumped on the bed and both rushed off into the hallway. 

 

I got up out of bed and followed them with my night shirt in hand but they were nowhere to be seen.  I wasn’t about to go looking for them downstairs I had a dream to continue so instead I took advantage of the opportunity and found my way to the restroom to take a leak then returned to bed to continue the dream.

 

The moment I laid down I began to hear voices.  I knew they were alien voices.  I knew I would see their craft if I looked for it.  I knew they were close by I just needed to meditate and take myself there.  After a few minutes I did see their space ship clear as day.  It was an amber craft that looked like an upside down tea cup without the handle.  It had a high dome saucer shape which was unlike any of the ones I’ve seen in the media.  It did not look very aerodynamic to me with such a high profile.  It looked more lake an old beetle, nevertheless this thing could fly.

 

A few minutes later I was among them on a carousel under their custody and protection.  They asked me how I got there.  I told them I didn’t know how I got there I just knew I had fallen asleep and was lying in bed dreaming.  Standing in their presence it occurred to me that I might be having an out of body experience.  They took me to a high ledge and asked me if I knew how to fly.  I took one look below at the profound depth above which I stood and replied, “Of course I know how to fly.”  I then let myself drop off the cliff.  Instead of flying to greater heights I went straight for the shadowy depths.  I could hear their concerned voices trying to instill fear in me telling me I would not be unable to return from such terrible depths. They said the shadows would attach themselves to me and imprison me. What they did not tell me which I know to be true is that the shadows can be transformed by the light.   I resisted their attempts to instill fear in me knowing that even the shadows of death can be transformed.   I walked upon the dead sand in the depths of darkness and as I did slowly things around me began to come back to life. Things began to illuminate from within.  I found that I was standing upon the belly of a man.  I walked over to his mouth and opened it to look inside.  I could hear them counseling me otherwise.  Within his mouth lay another man asleep.  I knew that man to be me.  

 

Scary gruelly figures started to come out from all areas. One was like Medusa with worms and creatures coming out of her hair and skin but I was unaffected and unafraid.  She looks at me and asks, “Do you know who you are?”  I reply, No I don’t, but what I do know is that I have the power to bring light to darkness.”

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A Feminine Viewpoint of a Man's World

MarsI had a dream where I am with Joe at a resort.  We are sitting by the pool.  I get up and leave him there to go off on my own.  Little do I know, I will never be able to return to him and my past because, as the story unfolds my world will forever change.  

 

I am headed back to our room when I come across a man.  We get into an interesting conversation.  He is a robust man wearing shorts and a light vest with no undershirt. He reminds me of a captain of a ship.  I am captivated by the golden hair on his chest and the way it glistens in the sunlight.  He allows me to place my hand over his heart to feel his fur against my hand.  I am distracted long enough such that by the time I look back everything has changed.  My world is nothing like it used to be. 

 

With this new world reality, I become lucid.  I know I am experiencing a world of those who have visited me.  In this new paradigm, the men and women are segregated.  I am experiencing a man’s world from the vantage point of the women.  I have gained access to this insight through the women who have concealed my presence.  The men are completely unaware.  All those in a man’s world have their backs to me.  They are going about their business.  Unlike the women who are much like me, the men are tree climbers.  I can see how different their world is from mine.  I am discouraged because I lack the ability to climb trees.  I could never survive in their environment.  How would I ever integrate myself into a man’s world?  I observe them for a bit longer before I decide to leave. 

 

Knowing I must retreat I go back into the protection of the women.  The world of the women is much different from the men.  The women are exactly like me.  I believe the women are offering me asylum into their world a place they call England.  

 

Now free within their world.  I still don’t feel quite a part of being that I’m not a woman.  I can feel the pull of my yearning to be with my own kind.  I wonder into a small shop a candy store where two children are play with some of the gumballs.  One of the two boys has a sling shot.  I watch him take a gumball and place it in his sling to shoot it forward.  From behind I feel the gumball hit the back of my head.  Knowing there is no such thing as distance or time here I know it was the boy intention to sling his sling that I felt upon my head. 

 

I leave out the candy store wanting to return home.  Standing outside the candy store I begin to float away.

 

This dream really spoke to me as having a very important message.  I was curious to the hidden meaning of England as the place of asylum.  Quite interestingly here is what I found:

 

England is a country, which is part of the United Kingdom.  England is named after the Angles, the largest of the Germanic tribes who settled in England in the 5th and 6th centuries, and who are believed to have originated in the peninsula of Angeln, in what is now Denmark and northern Germany.

 

Immediately I saw the word twist with Angles and Angels.  Looking up Angles the dictionary brought me to the word angle which at first I had not even picked up on. From the definition of angle the following struck me with the tone of synchronicity.

 

ANGLE: the precise viewpoint from which something is observed or considered <a camera angle> <consider the question from all angles>; also: the aspect seen from such an angle <discuss all angles of the question> b (1): a special approach, point of attack, or technique for accomplishing an objective <try a new angle> (2): an often improper or illicit method of obtaining advantage <a salesman always looking for an angle>

 

The women offered me a new angle (viewpoint) from which to experience a man’s world.

 

Oh the magic of the dream is so amazing. 

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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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The Dragon's Pad

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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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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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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First Form Sea-Monkeys

Sea Monkey

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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Dawning the Face of God

GeckoLast night while I was deep in mediation lying in bed, I saw in my mind’s eye what looked like a woman. She was on top of me, somehow within me, occupying the same physical space that my body occupies. As she raised her body out of mine, she delivered a deep tongue kiss. It caught me completely off guard. “Too late to refuse that one,” I thought to myself. To play with the vision, I kissed her back. I then observed her unusual features as she blushed and backed away. She was humanoid, with friendly lizard like qualities.  Her tongue was thick and long and her jaw bird like. Her colors were saphire blue and emerald green. She reminded me of the Geico Gecko. Slowly her image faded and I drifted off to sleep.

My dreams were one struggle after another. So much happened that I can’t even begin to recount all the events. The last thing I remember happened toward the early morning hours. I was watching these reptilian humanoids perform a procedure on me. I could see my anesthetized body below on a table. They had my jaw unlocked and my mouth wide open as if I had swallowed something. Something began to come out of my mouth. I felt very uncomfortable as if I was in labor. Something from deep within me was coming out. I then realized it was the lizard’s tongue that I had swallowed. I began to squirm as the anesthetic began to wear off. I struggled to bring it up from deep within my esophagus. With one large and forceful cough I regurgitated  and expelled the lizard tongue.

HeraclesI immediately opened my eyes and awoke from the dream. Above my bed was floating the image of a gigantic Herculean man. He had a huge frame and was very muscular. His hair was a radiant white. He had rosy checks and a thick white beard and mustache. I could tell he was a man of great wisdom. He clearly saw me too. He tried to tell me that he is what they had extricated from within me. He kept patting himself on the chest, saying, “I am, I am.” I laid there confused somewhat angry that I’ve been choked up for so long with this huge man inside me.

I studied his features carefully. Still angry, I grabbed my voice recorder and recorded the details of what I had experienced. Choked with anger, I felt it difficult to describe what had just happened to me. I did the best I could and set the voice recorder back down. The man was still hovering over my bed, trying desperately to get my attention back. I simply refused to give it to him. I rolled on my side and returned to my sleep. Finding it difficult to sleep, I decided to meditate so I rolled on my back.

I quickly fell into a vision, where I saw two great birds the white condor and the black condor struggling with each other; their etheric bodies melding into one and emerging as two. Over and over this process continued. After a few minutes my alarm clock sounded. I opened my eyes and reached over to snooze it. When I looked back, I noticed the white bearded man was still above my bed. Now he had my attention. I connected with him telepathically and realized the struggle would continue until I devoted all my attention to him. But who was this man? He answered, “Do you not recognize me?” He did look familiar. He reminded me a little bit of Santa Clause. Then I remembered. This man had visited me before. “Spirituality is a treasure to live for all humanity, to overcome a notion, in a time when spirits rejoice. Where ever you go you pull the universe with you.” Oh my….I knew who this man was……but why was he dawning my face?  His face was my face at the end of my life.

When I got to work I searched Wikipedia for a picture to use for my post that would come close to describing the man from this morning but nothing seemed to fit. I tried Hercules, Giants, Gigantes, Jack and the Beanstalk, but nothing seemed to fit. I finally came across Heracles. The minute I saw his statue I said…”That’s him.” I didn’t even know who Heracles was. Come to find out he is also know as Hercules. I had thought they were different people but come to find out he is one and the same. I did find the meaning of his name interesting.

In Greek mythology, Heracles or Herakles (“glory of Hera“, or “Glorious through Hera,” Alcides (original name) was a divine hero, the son of Zeus and Alcmene, nephew of Amphitryon[1] and great-grandson (and half-brother) of Perseus. He was the greatest of the Greek heroes, a paragon of masculinity, the ancestor of royal clans who claimed to be Heracleidae and a champion of the Olympian order against chthonic monsters. Extraordinary strength, courage, ingenuity, and sexual prowess with both males and females were among his characteristic attributes.

I also looked up Hera in Heracles and to my astonishment it resembled my dream of swallowing and regurgitating.

In the Olympian pantheon of classical Greek Mythology, Hera, (Greek Ήρα, or Here (Ήρη in Ionic and Homer) was the wife and older sister of Zeus. Her chief function was as goddess of women and marriage. Her equivalent in Roman mythology was Juno. The cow and later the peacock were sacred to her. Hera was born of Cronus and Rhea and was swallowed by her father after birth due to a prophecy that one of Cronus’s children would take over his throne. Zeus was not swallowed because of a plan hatched by Rhea and Gaia. Rhea wrapped a stone into baby clothes and gave that to Cronus. Zeus was then moved to a cave on Crete. Rhea later gave Cronus an herb which she told him could make him completely invincible. The herb actually made him regurgitate the five other Olympians: Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Hades, and Poseidon, as well as the previously ingested stone. When Zeus grew older, he banished Cronus to Tartarus, the deepest chasm in the underworld, because the Titans were immortal and could not be killed.

Now do I look like Hercules? Maybe there is a little resemblance.