There is a guy who looks like David who is sitting at the bar. The guy is my representative. He holds the all time record of 117 which is the highest world record. A new player arrives on the scene who is staring in the game. He has taken the major leagues by storm. He is younger than David and now a joint title holder of 117. The game is being played for the kids to teach them about sportsmanship. I wonder if David is planning on retiring or if he continues as a mentor.
I am in the upper room of a lodge. I am with a teacher who does home schooling. She shows me a small bird that only has one or maybe two feathers. The delicate bird is so small and just now beginning to grow. I notice the cage doesn’t have anywhere for the bird to perch. The gravel in the cage looks like cat litter. I look around for something I can use to provide the bird with a perch. In the corner of the room is a wooden bird cage with multiple levels. It is not ready to be occupied but I imagine the day when the little bird might occupy the cage. As I look out the window I see across the valley a house fire. The fireplace is on fire and threatens the hillside. I am pushed to evacuate but feel conflicted about the bird and how I might save it. I wonder where my animals are. I notice the door has closed behind me and wonder if I have locked myself in. Am I trapped? I turn the knob to find the door opens freely. I then walk through the door. On the other side is an office space where half of the room is nicely decorated in solid wood paneling which gives it a very rustic appearance and the other half is more conventional and utilitarian. I see a stroller in front of me and think to take the stroller with me. The stroller has two parts. At first I am pushing both parts separately which makes driving the stroller difficult. I quickly learn I can fold one part and place it in a secured area within the stroller.
As I awoke from the dream I saw an image of the Grinch. This time his furr was a mustard green color. His eyelashes looked golden and the sunlight shimmered on his furry face. He then smiled at me in acknowledgement.
April 29, 2018
Last night I had a dream where I am at work. I discover there is a project where my boss needs my attention but he has omitted telling me about it. I just happen to notice it as the paper work crosses my desk because it is due now. There are several people named in the document and to my surprise I am also named. I am surprised because I wouldn’t expect to see my name as a party to an agreement such as this. Yet the agreement isn’t signed by anyone and yet it is due now. I am conflicted because on the one hand if I carry this through to ensure it is ratified I appear to be doing it for self interest since I am named. Yet I wasn’t aware of my name in the document until now. It feels like it is intended for me as a beneficiary or benefactor of the agreement. The parties are out of the country possibly in Brazil in a foreign land. The challenge is I am not quite prepared to meet the many requirements which are formalities and process around the execution of the contract. I think about all the steps I would need to do in order to arrange the many parts enumerated in the agreement. It seems I can’t possibly carry out all it’s parts in the time frame allocated for it’s execution without an act of God.
Fearing defeat but actually not so much defeat since I had not pursued this option for myself. I had nothing invested in it to feel any sense of loss. The loss I feel is on behalf of my boss whose intent it was to execute this contract. I know it wouldn’t have been written if he had not wanted it to take place even in naming me as a party. I do not want to fail my boss even though I just found out about it. It is my desire to see his mission served whatever mission it may be. His desire is my desire.
I then hear several people enter. It is the hour that has come to pass. Now is the time. As I’m sitting there not knowing what to tell him. I feel his presence come over my right shoulder as he whispers to me, “I have taken care of it. The work is done.” Now as I look at the document time stands still the steps necessary for the process are complete one by one. A signature and seal now appear. My work is complete.
I had a dream where I am trying to coordinate a flight with my ex Joe. I have to find a place to park my car but the airport parking lot is full and I’m told by the parking attendant that there is a detour and he advises me to find another option. He points me in the direction of a metered spot but I am suspicious of that spot because I don’t want to get a ticket just in case I don’t get back in time to pick up the car. Instead I go looking for another parking space. I am able to find street parking nearby. I don’t know when the flight is but I do know it is scheduled soon.
I then find myself trying to save my goldfishes. Someone has placed them in a bucket with very little water. The fish are struggling to swim. I feel a strong connection to them as if they were my children. I go looking for a water bottle to try and save them. I find a blue and grey bottle in the kitchen cupboard. I fill it up with water and pour it in the bucket only to find the bucket has holes everywhere. Someone is trying to sabotage my effort. One of the fishes is already dead. Mocha and Cleo now eat the fish not knowing they are special.
My brother Paz is trying to entrap me between a concrete wall. Paz has sided with Trump and is now a terrorist. He is jealous of my spiritual connection and wants to kill me or have me go missing so that he can claim my property. I’m really tired of dealing with the Paz’s character and decide I will no longer be part of it. I refuse to give him power over me. I step into my faith in the knowledge that I am OK regardless of what Paz is doing. I then surrender and step into the space between the concrete walls. My friends Toni C and Stephen are here along with other friends from various groups who have come to this space to support me. The space between the walls begins to provide a clearing.
Those gathered here tell me that they have gathered my seed and I have born a child but that the child has the defect of illegitimacy. They bring the child to me and I feel compassion for his situation. I take the child and he grows up in my arms. I teach him how to fly and watch him become a man. We take flight together and become one. I feel him against my loins and groin and in my spirit with a feeling of ecstasy. The feeling is beautiful and overwhelming.
Now in full flight we ascend to an elevation high above to the tops of the buildings where I see a bezeled window with a cut out shape much like a cookie cutter opening. The opening is large enough for my spirit to pass . We pass through the opening.
We are in flight. He is now a full grown man. Having taught him everything I pass my power to him and now he carries me. I can feel the wind touch my body. We are facing each other. I am moving backward as he is moving forward. Its time to find a resting place. As we descend he becomes younger and younger. Once we land his presence leaves me.
I then find myself sitting at a wooden picnic table where I meet a man. He is seated beside me. I am talking to the memory of my son as if he were still with me. I feel silly talking to someone that is not there. I’m afraid the man seated next to me will think I’m crazy. I am telling the man about my dreams and how wonderful they are. I’m getting confused. I can’t distinguish whether I’m dreaming or not. Although I am in a dream, I do not feel like I’m dreaming. A young boy comes up to me from out of the blue. Without skipping a beat, I continue talking to him as my son. He tells me about school and what he is learning. We have a fun conversation about playful things. I share with him how my life is. He then runs off telling me he needs to head back to school. As he is leaving, I remind him how much I love him.
I then resume talking to the man who is sitting next to me. I tell him how my dreams reveal my son. I struggle to describe what I have experienced in all its fullness. You have to be present to fully appreciate the magic. Once again I feel silly believing the man will question my sanity.
In that moment from out of the blue a young boy appears to hand me a chocolate. The chocolate is wrapped in an orange shinny tin foil paper with crinkled edges. I open it to find a hand written note inside. Reading the note, I recognize it as something I have written. In that moment the universe opens up as my awareness expands. I am fully aware of the dream and the magnitude of what it presents. I am in a dream yet I am awake. I experience synchronicity and deja-vu in the dream as in my waking life. Knowing this is my opportunity to see my son’s face, I take a good look wanting to know if he bears any resemblance to me. I am surprised to find that he is the same person as the λλale Carrier from my previous dream where I asked him if he had any male for me.
λs I was drifting off to sleep. I begλn to see beautiful spiraling strands of light pulsating through the ethers. It reminds me of the heavens where Angels dance. Their density increases as the strands begin to take form. Cartoon like images appear and take form as they cluster together. I…
DREAM FEARLESSLY This isn't a dream but it came to pass that I met a guy who happens to have a thing for socks. It just so happens I had planned to have a date with this gentleman who I will name CJ. I became aware that CJ was celebrating…
I am in a competition where the rounds repeat over and over and over and over. I can feel the wheels of karma turning and turning and turning in a clock wise motion. With each successive turn my consciousness rises to a higher level. I wonder when will it be…
I am laying in bed watching the ethers gather in what look like hands massaging clay where I am the clay. I want to know who is placing hands on me. I carefully time my attack targeting one of the hands like a cat getting ready to stalk it's…
May 16, 2018 When I first woke up this morning I had definitely been dreaming but I simply couldn't find words to describe what I was dreaming. The dream simply had no words. I quickly took advantage of the situation and decided I wouldn't journal today. I snoozed the alarm…
In today’s dream I am the proud owner of a new house which may be part of an estate because it is quite luxurious with marble entries and the pool is brand new with low lighting to be very enticeing. I’ve initiated a password to enter and leave the pool area. The code is BLACKY. There are some friends with me who are ready to leave and are waiting for my authorization. They show me their belonging so that I can waive them through. I notice there are a few lamps I brought with me that I’m not sure what to do with or how to use them. There is a small closet next to the pool where I decided to store them. Storing them here takes up all the usable closet space.
As I woke up I saw a red and forest green-grey colors that reminded me of nutcrackers.
As I was falling asleep last night I remember thinking oh look these are the space shipsI could see them flying in the air. I then saw a woman. She looks at me and said something. I immediately new I was approved.
The only thing I can remember from today’s dream was as I was waking up. I felt it time to leave the dream but I didn’t want to leave. I am sitting close with my mom holding onto her arm. I tell her how much I love her. The expression of love is so profound. I am awe struck at how deep the feeling is. I don’t want to leave. I tell her again, Mom I Love You.
I’m in a biosphere. They are planting grasses and cultivating the soil. Some here are partially naked. There is a light skinned black guy with a curved semi erect penis who smiles at me as if I know him but he doesn’t really look familiar. He apparently likes me. There is a baby blue and grey car nearby which they are licking clean.
I then see a man dressed in a deep orange red suit. He has stitching down his arm like an embroidery. The stitching is being sown in real time. My eyes follow the stitch down his arm. The process of watching the stitch pulls my consciousness into a new dream where I am in a bathroom in a building. I find myself standing in front of the sink. Someone has left a freezer bag with crystals in it. I believe them to be of some value and I would like to keep them but I feel I might get caught for stealing it. I think it might be a trap. I see a vent in the ceiling and have an idea to stuff the bag in the vent to hide it temporarily. As I open the vent and attempt to reach in I can hear someone in the vent possibly watching my action. I decide to take a risk and keep the bag with me. The bag then becomes a wooden crystal bowl allowing me to hold it such that no one would recognize it as the bag of crystals. Leaving the building I’m confronted with a man in an elevator pushing a stroller. He pushes the stroller past me and exits the elevator. I then exit the elevator too letting him know by my action that he needs to step into the elevator and take responsibility of the child. “This is your baby you brought him here.” I’m thinking he needs to take care of his child. I then go looking for another elevator closer to the room where I was previously. I am looking for room 1736 and the bank of elevators that will take me to 1736.
When I woke up I grabbed my voice recorder and began recording the dream. In a rush because I had over slept I was recording the dream and making my coffee and heating up my croissant all while recording the dream. I knew all the noise would be on the recording but figured I’d still make out the important parts of the dream to journal. Here is where the magic happens.
I remember having a ceramic singing bowl so I went looking for it but couldn’t find it. The next best thing I could find was a Tibetan bowl which I grabbed thinking I could honor the dream by setting the bowl possibly with some water on my alter. Sitting there having my coffee and breakfast I thought water just didn’t feel right. I had to put something else in the bowl as an offering. I then thought I’d grab a few seeds from last years harvest of flowers from my garden an place them in the bowl. Remembering where I had stored my seeds I grabbed from the cupboard a freezer bag which contained other bags of various seeds. Standing there looking at the bag I had an ah ha moment. The bag looked just like the bag of crystals in my dream. I then placed my marigold seeds in the bowl and sat back down wondering to myself whether that was a coincidence or the magic of the dream. I then pushed the play button on my voice recorder to listen to the playback of my dream. I then heard the playback of my dream regarding the man in the orange red suit when my violin caught my eye it was the same color that the man had worn. I then had another ah ha moment looking at the strings of the violin which if played would run down my arm. At that precise moment I could hear the noise of me in the kitchen mucking with the microwave closing the door and setting the time which the microwave plays a tone for every button you push it was as if my violin or the thought of my violin on my arm was playing a song. Just more than an eerie coincidence.
When I sat to journal the dream I couldn’t really place where the dream took place. I didn’t yet have a word for the biosphere reference. When the word came to me with which to describe the dream it all made sense. They were sowing seeds and planting a biosphere.
I had a dream where I was lucid. A part of me knows this is not a dream but instead I am actually in an alternate reality. I realize I am on a space ship that is about to land on its home planet. Knowing I am experiencing something that I have always dreamed of experiencing I take advantage of my lucid state and closely examine, validate and test everything I see. I look closely out the windows to the dry desert landscape below. I closely examine the make up of the space ship. It is not made of metal but instead of a very light cardboard type substance that is extremely durable. The ship is a metallic green color. The windows are very large such that observation is the purpose of the windows. I can see that this planet has streets and fairways very similar to those you’d expect to find on earth. In otherwords, people here have similar needs as those on earth. This is a newly populated planet. I can see clearly that the technology here far exceeds that of earth. The cars are made to resist accidental damage. I have been invited here to help establish the first colonies on this planet. I ask someone, “What planet is this?” To this question, I receive no verbal response, yet a part of me knows everything about this place in the universe. It is completely and totally known to me. We debark from the craft and enter a building complex adjacent to the landing pad. Everything here is new. I’m shown where I will live. My family is with me.
λs I was drifting off to sleep. I begλn to see beautiful spiraling strands of light pulsating through the ethers. It reminds me of the heavens where Angels dance. Their density increases as the strands begin to take form. Cartoon like images appear and take form as they cluster together. I can see cells form forming tubules that gather in stands of tubules which began forming a mesh that then enveloped me to carry me off as if in a worm hole.
I then find myself at work. I feel I have a bone to pick with my co-workers. I somewhat know I am in a dream cocky in my attitude and with mandate in hand. I am determined to find what I am looking for. I WANT THE TRUTH. I want to know what has been hidden from me and why I have been made to struggle to find it. I can see the people working in their respective office spaces. Each has a role to play. There is a science about it with precision and certainty. I know my job here to be one in communications. I study the setup I have in place. I know it intimately for I am the one who set it up. The overlords have been using my equipment to their benefit and withholding information. I want clarity. I want transparency. I see a woman in her cubicle who shares a wall with me. She is not aware or possibly she is aware but hiding the fact that she knows I am overlooking. She works to decipher the communication on the wire. She inconspicuously looks through a post card that serves a dual purpose. One of concealment and the other of insight. Used in combination with her computer she is able to decipher the transmission on the wire. λs I eavesdrop through the transparency of the post card she holds I clearly perceive the hidden strands. They are not unlike the stands which brought me here when I entered the dream portal.
I know I must press forward. I leave my cube and enter the main area of this section of the pod where I work. There is a mobile mail station at a junction point. Assuming if I work here I must have mail being addressed to me at this location. I look at the many mail slots on the mobile station not knowing what name I work under. I can’t seem to find my mail. The λλale Carrier approaches from the right junction and looks at me. With authority, I ask him to hand me my male. He then asks, “Who are you?”. Taking a chance, I answer, Ruben Bailey. I add a clarifying statement and disclose I often don’t pick up mail here so it may have been backlogged. He then answers, “I’m not aware of any male.” but hands me several flyers which he is delivering to all employees. I pause somewhat disappointed yet knowing any information received is the next clue and its more than what I had when I arrived. I am empowered to change. Turning inward, I glance at the flyers and look around to see what is within my control to change. The flyers indicate there is a ωelcome πeception today. I move forward to excuse myself with the young λλale Carrier end enter the restricted space where the ωelcome Party is being held. There are λliens here and I am aboard a space ship which has just landed. I can clearly see out the windows of the çraft. I move to a position where I see clearly. The windows are full length floor to ceiling in 360 degrees all the way around around çraft. There are so many λliens here who look very different from humans. I am unafraid yet a bit overwhelmed by their numbers. I reach beyond any fear and wave in their direction letting then know I have arrived.
Knowing my time is limited, I return to my duties to see what changes I can make to give me an edge with the overlords. I know they need me for their business. I also know they can’t do it without me. They rely on me to harvest the fruit of my labor. I sit and ponder how I might effect a paradigm shift to better harmonize with my desire and intent. I play the scenarios to determine their possible outcomes and come to the decision to leave things as they are and take no action.
When i woke up I looked at my phone and noticed my niece had sent me a message. It became the image of the dream. It seemed fitting for this dream.
CEDELIA craft = 3- Self-expression, Joy of Living, Creativity, Perfection. Art, Inspiration, Enthusiasm, Perfection, Spiritual-Physical Connection, Communication and Triad Paradigm.
On the positive side, the energy attributes of the number three resonates with love demonstration, creative imagination, fulfillment, encouragement, and talent. It’s also related to culture, innovative skills, wit, pleasure, freedom-seeking, adventure, free-form, brilliance, non-confrontational, natural rhythm, self-expression, enthusiasm, psychic ability, holy triad knowledge (heaven-human-earth, father-son-holy spirit, past-present-future, thought-word-action). The number three resonates with the energies of the Ascended Masters and their guidance. Three also resonates with expression both artistic (writing, painting, singing, sculpture, etc.) as well as feelings (love, affection, friendship, etc.)
On the negative side, the number three resonates with indifference through superiority, lack of concentration or focus.
Last night I had a dream. I receive in the mail a postcard addressed to a woman who does not live in my house. The woman lives in Washington State whereas I live in Washington, DC. It is addressed to the organization she represents in care of her. My attention…
This is not a dream. It was the letter I wrote to myself during my Mankind Project New Warrior Initiation Weekend back in March of this year 2018. After much hard warrior work we were asked to write ourselves a letter which would be mailed to us. I don’t know where the words in this letter came from but upon reading it now the words were so powerful I thought I would share it here as this is the work of spirit.
You are embarking on a major change in your life. One that will move you inline with your life’s mission. Don’t feel lacking or unprepared for what you need for yourself and those that rely upon you will be provided by the universe and your engagement in it. Reach within yourself. Get in tune with how you feel about what life is asking you to do. Events are placed in your life specifically to guide you. Listen with your heart. See with your touch. Act with your gut and move with the mind.
Release all preconceptions and bathe yourself in the knowledge that you are not alone.
You have already lived this life before you were born. The placement of your soul in human form is a reprieve to forget for a moment who you really are and where you came from to prove that you always are, always will be pure limitless potential. Reach deep into your creative self and draw upon the canvas that is your life. You have the power to change the world simply by living your truth. Truth is the most powerful force in the universe.
If children are what you wish to have then seek it without reservation. Know that you have done this before. The wisdom of child rearing is already in you. You are only as old as you believe yourself to be. Radiate your youth from your heart and know that time is an illusion. The only thing that exists is now. Live the now to the fullest and time will be what you want it to be in the hear and now. Savor it. Worship it. Become one with it. All things exist in you and are projected out into the world by your truth and your desire to create.
I am looking out my 2nd floor window at the playground below. I can see lots of people gathered around the basketball courts. I notice a man in black shorts coming in the building from the playground. School is in session. My teacher is getting ready to teach a class. I can see him in the closet looking for his training materials. He comes and sits beside and places his left arm around me. Looking down at my feet I become aware that we are sitting at the edge of a well. There are several rivers that feed the groundwater for the well. The well is partially covered about 2/3 of the way and the remaining 1/3 has a chicken wire screen over it that prevents anyone from accidentally falling into the well. I worry that my dog may someday fall into the well.
As the class begins we are taken on an adventure. I lesson in survival. We are placed in unknown territory and are tasked to find our way back. The trick is you can’t come back alone. You must return with your entire team. We strategize. I seem to be the main player holding the treasure. The other players have to cover for me. We have almost cleared every hurdle and are nearing our touch down return.