Giv Dar; Shahnameh

ShahnamehThis morning when my alarm sounded I promptly hit the snooze button.  I immediately noticed beside my bed was standing an alien Being from another dimension.  He was what I would consider to be very hideous.  His skin was a khaki tan hybrid color with a leathery wet look.  He was some form of humanoid creature.  I thought, “Wow, he is ugly.” I was however not afraid.  I want to know who these visitors are and why they have been seeking me out.  I thought it important to note the time on my alarm clock.  It was 7am sharp. I then felt my body jerk abruptly as I was lifted by my mid-section.  I felt the right side of my face scrap what felt like concrete.  I passed out for a few moments.  It all happened so quickly. 

 

When I regained consciousness I was lying face down.  I could feel the pain in my face from the impact when I landed.  I could vaguely remember my face hitting the ground yet my surroundings was still my bedroom but I somehow knew I was no longer in my bedroom.  My nose and sinuses were full of mucus.  I rolled slightly to my side.  My alien visitor was beside me examining me.  I did not fear.  This was my chance to figure out what they want from me.  As I looked at him, I immediately had a vision. 

 

This vision was unique in that everything happened concurrently as if I was outside of linear time.  I will describe it linearly but I can’t honestly say what happened first.  I was also completely awake the entire time. 

 

I traveled at great speed over a desert landscape.  I was without a doubt on another planet possibly Venus or Mercury because the sun was at least twice the size it is on Earth. Even though it was early morning, I could see the sun in all its fullness.  I was amazed at the clarity with which I was viewing this other reality.  I was completely immersed in my new reality. I could see people. I stared into their faces noting all features. Not one detail was omitted.  This was not a dream. They were human like me possibly gods from another planet. It reminded me of Egypt but the desert sand was red like it is in New Mexico.  The landscape was also very jagged.  People here lived not in houses but in the sand.  There were many beautiful white and gold temples.  The landscape was breathtaking.  I walked among the people.  Many wore saffron robes that flowed with the breeze.  There were children present too.  As I walked among them I could hear their thoughts.  I presume they could hear mine because they were talking to me telepathically and responding to my every thought.

 

I had the impression I was in some sort of rehabilitation compound.  I wanted to experience my new reality so I accepted it.  I accepted this new life around me.  As they were examining me.  A young man with a kind face drew blood from my arm.  He said, “Hold still.”  I could hear the heart monitor in the distance.  I could see the blood as it began to flow through the tubing but it didn’t seem to come from me.  I felt nothing.  I heard him say, “You can let go now.”  I then heard the heart monitor go flat with a single sustained tone.  I thought to myself, “Have I died? Is this the end? Is this how I died?”  My next thought was? “OK, I’ll go with it.”  I accepted my death if that was what had just occurred.  I didn’t care.  I simply wanted to continue the experience to see where it would lead. 

 

As I was being examined, a Being very different from the original one at my bedside came upon those attending me and said to them, “This one is one of ours.”  I was lead away on a cart that floated above the ground like a hover craft. There were now military personnel among those present.  I was allowed to gather some of my belongings from a nearby locker.  In the locker was a leather backpack I had purchased many years ago when I went to Greece during a pilgrimage to the Holy Land, Egypt and Israel.  I was surprised to see a cell phone in one of its pockets.  I had never seen this cell phone before but somehow I recognized it as mine. It had many features with many buttons which looked more like a remote control than a cell phone.  I was told that I could use it at any time to call for help.  I was warned however not to use a certain set of features which were presently grayed out. 

 

There was a gentleman standing next to me while I was searching through my locker.  As I stood there puzzled with what I had found….our hands touched.  I felt an incredible sense of love in his touch flow through Him and to me.  I knew the touch to be a silent acknowledgment of the presence of Spirit.  I knew God was with me. 

 

The lockers suddenly shifted and I could not remember which of the many lockers was mine.  Having my leather bag in hand, I asked the kind gentleman if he would care for my bag in his locker.   He then gave me the combination and address of his locker.  I was surprised that he had that level of trust in me enough to give me his personal information.  He didn’t seem to think twice about it.  The lockers then shifted again and became a book case filled with books of all sorts.  I suddenly had access to a wealth of knowledge. 

 

I was then taken on the hover craft to survey the land.  I observed everything very carefully trying hard to remember all details to bring back with me…assuming I made it back I wanted to be able to journal it all.  I looked and found the year in which I now found myself.  The year was 3684.  We passed by the foundation of what was once the World Trade Center.  The towers no longer stood here.  There was not even a city that remained.  I knew I needed to bring something back. This was inportant information.  New York was a thing of the past.  I could see the remnants of a building that once stood here.  Atop the building read, “Giv Dar.” Even though this place had been devastated….there was a sense of incredible peace.   I sensed the presense of those who died here. 

 

Upon returning to the rehabilitation compound I was greeted by others.  They asked me where I had been taken.  I answered, “The Place of Death”.  They immediately read my thoughts.  They were able to see everything I have experienced in this lifetime.  I was an open book to them.  In the face of death I found peace. 

 

The vision faded as my consciousness returned.  My gaze was set upon my alarm clock which now read 7:40am. 

 

Having done my research I found:

 

I looked up Giv in Wikipedia which redirected me to “Shahnameh,” or the “The Book of Kings.”  Dar seems to mean a place or city and is hindu word which is Sanskrit for “supporter”.  It’s is usually associated with a geographical place such as Dar es Shalaam.  

 

Shāhnāmé, or Shāhnāma (Persian: شاهنامه )(alternative spellings are Shahnama, Shahnameh, Shahname, Shah-Nama, etc.), “The Book of Kings” , is an enormous poetic opus written by the Persian poet Ferdowsi around 1000 CE and is the national epic of the Persian-speaking world. The Shāhnāmeh tells the mythical and historical past of Iran from the creation of the world up until the Islamic conquest of Iran in the 7th century.

 

My co-worker is Iranian so I asked him about Shahnameh.  I was suprised to find out that he knew the writing well.  I wanted to understand how the word Giv possibly related to this work.  He told me that Giv in one of the main characters in the Epic. 

Hades and the Valley of the Dead

Valley of the Dead

It is Thanksgiving Day in the Valley of the Dead.  There are celebrations everywhere with people feasting.  Many shop owners are selling souvenirs to take back with you after the celebration.  A man approaches me to escort me through the Valley of the Dead.  He explains how the day of Thanksgiving came to this place.  As I’m talking to him, it suddenly occurs to me where exactly I am.  I want to see Hades for what it really is.  I take flight and circle the valley.  Color here is muted in deep earth tones.  I am completely lucid.  I no longer fear flight because I know I am dreaming.  I look down to see my feet dangling below me.  Having lost my fear, I now spread my wings wide and move my focus to carefully observe the landscape.  I circle the valley several times feeling the intense euphoria of free flight.  I can see horses racing.  Yes they are real horses.  This is actually a very beautiful place with old world charm.  I then come back down to stroll through the many homes and shops.  I’m looking for a suitable souvenir to bring back with me.  As I’m browsing the shops, my cell phone rings.  The ringing catches me off guard.  How could my cell phone be ringing deep in the Valley of the Dead? I answer it to hear the loving sound of my best friend Dinah’s voice.  As I listen to her voice, I realize I am connected to the other side.  I can now choose to change my path and find the answers which have eluded me in the past.  I am now in a unique position to call up the roots of my issues and correct for them by bring back a souvenir. 

 

My attention then falls upon an ash tray with the insignia of the Valley of the Dead embossed upon it.  These ash trays are used to keep a portion of the cremated remains of those who at one time dwelled upon the earth and are now living in the Valley of the Dead.  These now empty ash trays are ready to be brought back to the surface.  I then take flight once again ready to return home.  As I leave I notice there is a noose tied around my neck whose line now trails me into the Gates of Hades.  As the noose begins to tighten the line snaps free.  I then reach over my head to remove the remaining noose from around my neck.  I watch the noose as it is carried off by the wind beneath my wings.  I am free. 

Little Terror

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Friday's Hope

PlanetsLast night, I set my alarm half an hour earlier to allow myself a little more time in the morning to mediate before getting out of bed.  During the night I had a dream where I was actively within my addictions.  I want to act out before my partner comes home with the dry cleaning. As I stand in the kitchen contemplating how I might accomplish this and get away with it, I see his car pull up in front of the house.  Not having enough time to follow through with it, I set my intentions aside.  He is arriving with a man who is going to do our taxes.  They walk up the front steps and ring the doorbell. I open the door and welcome them into the house.  They walk over and sit at my dining room table.  I ask them if they would like some eggs for breakfast to which the tax man asks, “How many ways can you serve up eggs?”  I’m insulted because he knows what my earlier thoughts were.  I want to run, because there is nothing worse than being called to the carpet.  As I turn to walk away, I see other men in black, tax collectors, arriving at the house.  There is nowhere for me to run.  I have no other means of escaping than to fly away and end the dream.  My consciousness begins rise.  The tax collectors rush in and begin grabbing at my feet to pull me back to hold me accountable.  I reach down and try to break myself loose but now they have both my feet and arms. 

 

I slowly begin to awaken still struggling to free myself.  As I open my eyes I could see the two men now on all 4’s on my bed pulling at both my arms.  They were literally pulling on me.  I could still feel and see them in this wakeful state.

 

Now awake, I no longer felt threatened.  I clearly examined the two men before me.  One of the two men had a gold coin resting on his upper lip.  As I began to relax, I acknowledged them and they released their grip on my arms.  They began to float away headed toward my headboard.  I followed the man with the gold coin and as his face floated by me, I quickly reached up to grab at the coin.  I over shot my reach and instead my fist bumped his nose.  He and the coin changed trajectory and disappeared. My alarm clock sounded.  How coincidental was that, I thought to myself? 

 

I turned off my alarm and began my meditation remaining wakeful and aware.  I immediately reentered the dream where now I find myself aboard an aircraft.  I get up out of my seat and walk over to look out the many windows.  I can clearly see several planets below.  They are so beautiful.  I start screaming and shaking people’s seats saying, “Look, Look, Look there are planets outside.”   I am in total amazement that I am experiencing this space voyage fully awake.  I can’t stop looking out the window and admiring the incredible beauty that is these planets.

 

The aircraft begins its decent into the atmosphere of one of the planets.  I am speechless, breathless and in total awe.  The craft finally lands on the surface of the planet and the inhabitants on board the aircraft begin to disembark.  I’m afraid that if I disembark I will not be allowed to return to my earthly reality.  Knowing this is what I’ve always dreamed of experiencing; interstellar travel, I disembark.  The feeling as I walked off the craft was so incredible.  It felt as if I had actually crossed over completely into another dimension.  I was no longer simply peering into this other dimension from within my meditation; I was now fully part of it.  The people were slightly different than humans but in every sense very much human.  I remember saying to myself, “They are just like me.”  There were so many people going about their business.  I then walked down a residential street where I came across two children playing.  I observed them briefly and continued walking.  I then turned around to take another look at them from afar.  Something was not right with this picture.  I stood there at a distance trying to figure out the anomaly.  It then hit me.  The houses were new but abandoned and the children playing were on a continuous loop.  I was alone.  Saddened, I retreated into myself.  My dream body then became an orb of light.  As my consciousness started to drift away, I saw another young girl sitting on the sidewalk playing jacks.  She looked at me and said, “Please, don’t go back to your isolation.”  The little girl knew me. 

 

JacksNext to her appeared a penny on the ground.  I reached for the penny.  I picked it up and looked at it.   It was a penny from their world.  I wanted to give the little girl a penny from my world but I did not have one with me.  I then turned to look at her again and noticed there were now many pennies, gold coins of all kinds lying on the ground.  I picked up several of them to examine them.  They were very shiny and beautiful.  I knew I was in a world where poverty was non-existent.  I was filled with a renewed sense of hope. 

 

Wanting to know more about this world, I looked around to see if I could see a street sign that could clue me into where I was.  There was one street sign with the number 12 on it.  At the bottom it read, “Friday”.  The sign also had Arabic writing on it.  I am worried that I might be somewhere in the Middle East but in this desert there is water; waters flowing with life.  The little girl then reached out her hand and I reached back to accept hers.  I then slowly opened my eyes to end my meditation.  In front of me was a woman whose hand I held.  She was completely illuminated with vibrant pale blue and gold colors.  She was Hope.  I held her hand not wanting the experience to end. 

 

Amazing!  God is simply amazing.  There would truly be peace in the world if people pursued knowing their true self through prayer, meditation and dreams.  The combination has the potential to crack open and awaken the hardest of souls. 

 

As is customary for me to do, I looked up the word Friday in Webster’s dictionary.  To my surprise:

 

Friday

The sixth day of the week.

prehistoric translation of Latin dies Veneris Venus’ day

before 12th century

Sole Man Out

SoccerI had a dream where I am a civil systems engineer in a CPA firm. I am looking at photographs taken at a company picnic.  The pictures are spotlighted in the company’s brochure.  As I thumb through the brochure looking at the photographs, I realize that I am the only engineer in the entire firm.  Many of the photographs involve sporting activities such as soccer.  I am not one to be engaged in sports.  I feel awkward being the only man out.  All of my other co-workers are CPA’s. 

 

There is a guy in one of the photos who attracts me.  I go back through the photographs looking for him specifically.  My boss comes by my office and catches me thumbing through the photographs.  I fain interest in the sporting activities so that he doesn’t become aware of my interest in this guy.  He tells me that there is a benefit to being the only man out.  He says, “We treat our sole people very special.”

Christened by Sir Elton John

Sir Elton JohnAs I lay in bed meditating, I began to drift off as a dream began while I was still semi- conscious. 

 

I am in a church.  All the ornate walls are made of a natural wood.  They are about ready to deliver the Eucharist.  As I look around the room, I notice I am the only one standing in the congregation other than a clergy member who is assisting the priest.  I cannot see the priest because of a blinding white light that is coming from the pulpit.  In an unusual move the clergy member walks off to my left presumable to retrieve Eucharist for the priest to deliver.  He walks over to a sliding closet door imbedded in the wall of the church.  He slides the door with ease to the left   As if the church were on casters; the entire outer walls of the church begin to shift with the moving door.  The sound of the great massive walls sliding across the floor wakes me up from my semi-conscious state.  As if to remind me where I am in the dream, I hear my consciousness say to me, “He is about ready to deliver the Eucharist.”  Attentive now, I see him reach for a robe that is hanging in the closet.  It is the robe worn by Christ at the last supper which has remained hidden within the walls of the church.  The light is now ever more blinding such that I can barely see anyone through the light.  I then feel the robe being placed over my head and upon my body.  I am in beside myself. 

 

I slowly opened my eyes.  Standing upon my bed was a translucent tall statuesque woman.  She wore a rather large pair of glasses which reminded me of Elton John.  She held an open hymnal in one hand.  Her face was completely illuminated as if an orchestra light was reflecting off the pages of the hymnal.  We acknowledged each other telepathically.

 

Relates to: Knights

The Bear Beard Symphony Orchestra

OrchestraI had a dream where I am in an auditorium with family and friends.  There is an orchestra in the pit tuning their instruments.  As the orchestra begins to practice before their performance, the person with me draws my attention to the manner in which they are playing their instruments.  The members of the orchestra are flapping their arms like birds.  He then says to me, “Look at what they are wearing.”  All the members of the orchestra are completely bare without any clothing.  Then he says, “…and look who is the conductor.”  I turn my attention to conductor who is also without cloths.  He is an old stocky grey haired man with a long flowing beard that reaches down to his belly.  He has made a dream catcher out of his face and beard by weaving his beard with feathers and beads.  I then realize, I am the conductor and he is the dream.

Alien Nation

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

 

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

 

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

 

Main Entry:

alien·ation

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

 

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

The Tree of Life

Tree of LifeI had a dream where I am one among a group of students.  We are preparing for our board certification exams.  I’ve just entered into the curriculum but classes are already well underway.  I apparently have transfer course credit that I can transfer in to place me on par with my new classmates.  I notice my classmates are all in excellent health.  I’m thinking I had better start my diet plan back up again.  Although I don’t remember studying the course material I somehow seem to know the subject matter as if I had lived it.  Considering the subject matter might be too easy for me, I consider the possibility of a dual major. 

 

At this point I began to awaken, slowly regaining consciousness.  The dream however had not yet ended.  As I lay there in bed fully lucid looking over my course work I saw before me within the dream my third eye looking back at me.  The iris was a beautiful luminescent etheric blue.  Within the pupil I could see lightning flashes of green and blue.  As I looked more carefully at the lighting within the pupil I noticed the lighting had created a pattern in the sky.  Within my pupil was now the tree of life.  Lightning was flowing through it’s many branches and trunk.  Knowing what I was beholding…I was in utter awe.   

 

My alarm clock sounded so I reached over to snooze it.  I continued to lay there for a few more minutes trying to return.  Instead, I saw an olive green backdrop upon which three hieroglyphs appeared.  My alarm sounded again.  It was time to awaken. 

 

 

Modern Tree of LifeI went to Wikipedia to find an image to use for my post and read a little bit about the origins of the tree of life.  Interestingly the last picture image on the Wikipedia page, which I did not like because it didn’t look like a tree, is a graphical representation of the modern “Tree of Life on the Web” project.  When I clicked to enlarge this photos it strinkingly resemples an iris with the tree within the pupil. The hieroglyphs I saw look much like the hand drawn tree of life on the same Wikipedia page that Darwin hand sketched. 

Horus, Osiris and the Mystery School

Horus BlueTonight’s dream was a recurring theme.  In the dream Earth is being invaded by aliens from another dimension.  The invasion is well under way.  There is more than one group of aliens who are presently engaged in a war over the Earth.  Since I have knowledge of their presence I am swept into the conflict and forced to take sides.  I already know for which cause I stand.  It is to fulfill the purpose for which I was born.  As I enter the battlefield, I am already aware of their tactics.  Knowing harm can come to my family as a result of this war, I ask for the protection of my mother and family.  They can read my mind and know my request before I have even asked it.  Having connected with them mentally, I tell them where my family is located.  I am told my mother has not yet been born and that because of this no harm can come to her. I then take up arms and am made a warrior. 

 

A falcon follows me wherever I go.  As more details of the war are revealed to me I become aware that these are the creator gods of the Pyramids of Giza.   The war rages on.  No matter where I go a bird follows me.  I begin to question the significance of the bird.  Many people are around me crowding me in.  Wanting more space I begin to draw on the power of the universe to clear space around me.  Instantly my personal space is restored.  I then come to the realization that these people are looking to me for leadership.  “When did I become their leader…and what is this bird still doing on my back?”  With that thought, I become lucid in the dream and all the puzzle pieces suddenly fall in place.  Now in total awe I realize the bird is Horus and I am Pharaoh. Suddenly with a flash of insight I realize, “I am Osiris”.  

 

OsirisWith the shock of awareness I awoke from the dream.  Puzzled, the first question on my mind was why were my last words in the dream, “I am Osiris” and not something along the lines of the more obvious Horus or Pharaoh.  It was 8am on a Saturday morning so I decided to simply record the details in my voice recorder and go down stairs to let the dog out.  As I waited for the dog to finish his business, I pondered over the dream in my mind.  I knew I had to return to the dream but I had to return in a wakeful state. When the dog was done we marched back upstairs where I promptly laid back in bed and began my meditation.  Within minutes, I was seeing moonstruck images.  The images were black on an orange backdrop.  I clearly made them out to be partial images of 3 riffles. Strangely they were images of the end of the riffles; the part that presses up against ones shoulder.  Thinking they might be angels, I began to move my consciousness backward to enable me to see the bigger picture.  I then clearly saw three renegade warriors wearing bandanas across their foreheads.  They stood on my left in single file.  Their faces were androgynous leaning more toward the feminine.  I could see their faces with perfect clarity.  All three acknowledged me without saying a word.  I then continued to back away and a 4th person came into view on my right side.  He was their commander.  He did not wear a bandana but instead wore some form of hat.  He too acknowledged me as if I was someone of high honor.

 

I then noticed others beginning to line up behind the original three.  I move forward past the commanding officer.  I once again looked at the faces of each of the three carefully noting their features.  One by one I looked them over.  Beyond the three were at least 5 others.  Their faces were different.  One looked just like me only younger, stronger and better looking.  Another was a black person.  The next three had elephant man features in that their facial features were much larger but in no way grotesque.  Their features were simply larger and more accentuated.  I sensed that these might be forms in which I had chosen to incarnate into.  I sensed that these could very well be the faces I wore at one time.  I somehow found this accentuated form to be so beautiful that I had chosen to incarnate into it many times more as often despite its appearance being different. 

 

If these had been my incarnations, I wanted to return to see the black person. I tried to go back but they would not allow me to go back.  I continued forward and entered a dream.

 

I find myself at J.J. Newberry where my mother used to take me to shop and eat pizza when I was little.  They had the best cheese pizza.  Behind the pizza counter sits a woman.  I ask her if she could possibly help me find my way back to Los Angeles International Airport. She tells me she is in school not far from there and can help me.  She tells me there is a bus I can catch out front of the pizza place.  Having no money on me, I ask if she would kindly accompany me on the ride back.  She says she can’t because her school is in Escondido. 

 

Feeling confident that I can find my way back with the information she has provided me I decide to get something from the house in which I lived before I head back to Los Angeles.  Still fully lucid I am aware that I can fly and that I am pure spirit.  I take advantage of this fact and enter into the house through the upstairs window so that I can go in unnoticed by those presently in the house.  I the upstairs bedroom I see a boy of about 7 yrs old sleeping in his bed.   I quickly move through the rooms of the house looking for that something.  I’m not even sure what it is I’m looking for to take back with me but I know when I see it I will somehow recognize it as being important to me on my journey.  As I walk through the living room there is a woman seating on the sofa.  She looks at me.  I pause for a moment.  Affirming I am spirit, I move on.  In one of the bedrooms I notice a few dream catches hanging on the wall.  This is what I’m looking for.  I grab one off the wall and proceed to make my way out of the house.