The Universe Within

May 13, 2019

Yesterday I took a nap and had the following vision/dream. I am looking at a model of the universe. The model is futuristic in that it is an actual real time representation of the universe as it is now. It is a miniature representation such that you can understand all concepts. There are two orbs which intersect and in them spins not just the universe but all multiverses. I am in utter awe of the representation. I feel connected to it in that it is knowable to me. As my awareness and understanding grows of the model my awareness takes a step back to discover this model is contained within a man’s chest. The two orbs fit perfectly in the man and are represented by his pectoral muscles.

I immediately think this man must be someone important maybe even God. I want to study the man’s face and see if I can recognize him. He has long hair and is not a someone I have ever seen before. There is something very magical about his face. His face seems to have many of the same properties of the universe.

Crystal Award

April 13, 2019

I last night’s dream I find a suggestion box and in it is an announcement for a Good-Will giveaway. Someone has offered to give some old stuff away which belonged to an air force pilot. This pilot was part of an elite secret force. The items are high quality leather bomber jackets and memorabilia from his accomplishments. I see three jackets which I like very much. I set the jackets apart to try them on. I try one one then another and each time the guy who is hosting the give away reclaims the item as soon as I put it back down. I keep trying to tell him I have claimed them for myself. It is almost as if I am only allowed to claim what I can hold in my hand or wear. My attention is drawn over to a wall plaque with an award he received. The award has a symbol which is embedded in a crystal. I seem to connect with the symbol as having meaning in my own life. It seems I have a deep connection to the pilot.

The APEX of Life

March 12, 2019

In last night’s dream, I am with OB. I am teaching the baby the ropes on the dream space. The baby is a young adult maybe in its mid-20’s. I can not see my child but I sense it’s presence over my shoulder as if riding piggy-back. I am confident in my training as I systematically walk through the lesson. We are trying to get back to my childhood elementary school to eat at their cafeteria. Along the way, we stop at my Junior high school since it is closer and happens to be on the way. The kids are monitoring the walk up food counter. We say hello and they show us the avocado sandwiches they have prepared for the day. I tell OB we need to continue and go all the way back.

We are almost there. We come to a street which is cordoned off by the police. Instead of the yellow tape the police use a thin baby blue tape which has high technology encoded into the tape. It reminds me of the LED lights used in my aquarium. I tell him they are probably surveilling our every move. We walk under and past the tape and arrive on the playground of my elementary school. It is early and only a few administrators are here. The children have yet to arrive. It occurs to me I should probably show OB how to fly. Even though the play ground where we are standing has more open space in which to demonstrate flight I choose instead to march on to the cafeteria which is the destination.

Now on the front steps of the cafeteria, I take a moment to demonstrate flight. Since there is less space here than on the playground I decide to shoot straight UP in the air. I soar like a rocket to heights not humanly possible. I have so much reserved energy I continue climbing in altitude even after I’ve stopped.

Now floating at the APEX of life and am still climbing from sheer inertia and momentum. I look down in the direction of the playground and wonder how am I supposed to land on the playground from this altitude. I have learned to fly but have I learned how to land? I assume it must be no different than landing from horizontal flight but the altitude is just so great. Slowly as my forward momentum decreases I begin to descend back down and land gracefully on the walkway between the cafeteria and the playground. I feel a sense of accomplishment having successfully taught OB how to fly and returned to my point of origin.

~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

This dream had striking similarity to my dream Wait One Cent (October 15, 1995). I’ve always known this dream to be a pivotal moment in my life. It solidly connected me to my dreams and inspired me to write my book. It left me feeling, “More will be revealed.” It is why I journal dreams today. I’m still looking for clues to the “more” from beyond to guide my life. I think this APEX dream confirms another pivotal moment and that is deciding to have a baby. The dream My Mother’s Name Is Penny which I journaled in 2008 10 years before I even embarked on having a baby links OB with the my penny dream. Some day I will put together another book to tell the story of all the dreams that have guided me to this APEX of my life of having a baby.

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March 8, 2019

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~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

This was a truly spectacular dream and so surreal. It felt so real to me as if it were just another part of my waking life. It seemed purposeful with intent. Makes me wonder if there is a place beyond the physical to which we return to and originate from.

Faerie Godmother Caught On Tape

February 3, 2019

I had fair number of dreams last night where I was very much engaged with the elements of the dream but I can’t quite place my finger on what I was doing.  The only thing I can remember is when I woke up to go to the bathroom while I was yet resisting the urge to pee, I had a vision where I can see what is a very magical scene.  My awareness is at ground level looking up at a very tall figure elongated from the base to the waist line.  The figure is surrounded by what looks like a blue shimmering faerie jelly.  It is iridescent with glitter stars all over it.  I struggle to look up at the entity.   I can see up to it’s waist.  Wanting to ascend higher, I relax and allow myself to float up along it’s base.  I arrive at the upper body.  Upon seeing the head I immediately have a flash of insight,  I am seeing myself but what am I doing dressed as a Faerie Godmother?  Her wings are infant sized just now growing and developing within the faerie jelly which surrounds her.  Her upper body is disproportionate to her lower body which makes me believe she is floating.  I am so surprised and awake in a gasp not to mention the sense of urgency around needing to pee is pressing against my bladder.

I immediately get up and head on down to the bathroom.  In my head I’m thinking this is a fluke of a dream.  Where did that come from?  Having done my business I return to bed to cuddle with the dog kissing his head I fall back into the dream.  Again I find myself at the base of what is a magical scene.  Faerie dust and jelly surrounds me.  It feels refreshing and renewing as it cascades over me.  I know given the opportunity I must ascend again to see the head.  I want to know if what I saw before it in fact correct.  Relaxing into this state of consciousness I begin to float up toward the waist.  From this new vantage point, I turn to look up at its torso.  Again I am astonished to see myself once again playing with this magical jelly floating high above the waist.  I must be having a good time all dressing up.  How did I get here?  What brought me here?  I almost feel like when someone walks in on you and surprises you while you are fantasizing and dancing around and you don’t want anyone to see your child like innocence, your playful spirit, an adult being a child.  There I stand unnoticed by me yet I know I’m seeing myself.  It feels as if someone caught my galavanting on tape and is playing it back to me.  The wings are baby wings tiny compared to my size yet I wear them with pride believing I can fly.

 

 

A Beeded Breast

Día de Muertos, Fruitvale, Oakland, California USA; Takasphoto.com

December 28, 2018

I know I say this all the time but last’s night’s dream was very cool.  I am in a stadium.  Apparently I live here.  I am trying to decide where to put my office to make room for the baby.  The stadium is so expansive I want the layout to make sense.  It is recommended to me that I set my office on the stage as then it would be sectioned off for this specific purpose.  I believe it to be a good idea.  I am waiting for people to arrive.  It seems the business we conduct is growing and we therefore can benefit from the added space the stadium provides.  We still have use of some old freight containers where we used to conduct our business.  These containers can be put to other use.  There is a guy here dressed like a flamboyant gypsy.  He is very handsome.   I can see his pants ballooning as he walks.  He seems to be the one providing interior design ideas.  He shows me how he has repurposed the shipping containers.  As I walk through to look at the new layout a man catches me eye.  We look at each other.  There is an immediate intense attraction but I am somewhat distracted by the gypsy and his show and tell.

An opportunity arises for me to visit privately with the man as the gypsy walks off ahead of us.  The man comes over and I immediately offer him a hug.  As he goes to hug me his shirt opens up revealing his chest.  His chest has many beads with an emblem in the center of his heart.  The beads seem to be something I identify with.  I am so happy to see him.  I pull him in close to me. As I reach around to his back with my bear hug my hands feel beeds that hang on his back also.  The beeds offer me an ever greater assurance he is the one I’ve been searching for.

The warmth from our bodies creates ashes that float away in the wind.  When I first notice the ashes they look like bats because the seem to be flying in the air but as I look at them more closely I realize they are not bats but the ashes from the sage I have been burning in my offerings.   The ashes are going everywhere.    I worry they will be upset with me for the mess I am making with the ashes.  I want to continue hugging the man but the hugs are creating more ashes.  I hug him for just a little bit longer giving him one lasting hug.  I look again at the ashes to see what I might need to do to clean up but now I notice the ashes are turning into babies.  Hundreds of babies.  Each ash flake developing into a baby.  Oh no, what I am going to do with so many children.

 

~~~~ DREAM ENDS

I found this image on the internet.  I was thinking where can I possibly find an image of a man with a ton of beeds on his chest.  This one seems so perfect as it has the man wearing an emblem on his chest.  I assume the beeds probably hang down on his back.  He holds the same look the guy did in my dream.  A look of wanting or yearning.  A look that calls you close.

I like that much like the ashes relate to a ritual, the indigenous man probably also has rituals he engages in.

 

This image was used for editorial purpose only.

Shattering of the Universe; How Magick Happens

December 26, 2018

Last night’s dream was very cool.  I was watching Harry Potter before going to bed and I wondered if there was a train platform numbered 9 3/4 in my dream where magick happens and if my dreams have a school of Hogwarts for teaching magick.  I fell asleep with the thought.

In the dream, I find myself at work.  I am friendly with the guy who is the parking attendant for my building.  His company owns several businesses including several parking lots.  Since his workers don’t make a lot of money, he offers them investment tips.  On this day, I over hear him giving out some tips in the way of business news.  I then go about my business.

At work one of my coworkers is Marcus who is a very heavy set black guy who reminds me of the Marcus from MKP.  He is also gay as is Marcus from MKP.  In talking to Marcus, I notice his beautiful qualities and his inner potential.  Even though he is over weight, I help him see a bright future for himself.  In talking to him, something he tells me rings true with the conversation I overheard early regarding the business news.  Today’s news I believe Marcus can apply directly to his life.  Marcus is very excited and begins believing in himself.  He is loosing weight and is wearing a beautiful blue dress.  His hair is long and his makeup is done up nicely.  He likes dressing to accentuate his feminine side.

The next morning, I tell Marcus to meet me at the parking lot where I can introduce him to the parking lot attendant.  We are waiting just outside the parking booth for the attendant to arrive with today’s business news.  After he offers the news to his employees, I get his attention and introduce Marcus.  I stutter in explaining how he can possibly help Marcus.  My inner dialog doesn’t want to seem as if I am asking for his help under an Affirmative Action because he is black.  I want him to know I believe in Marcus and I think he can benefit greatly from his assistance.  As if to read my mind, the parking attendant tells me not to worry, he will help Marcus as I’ve indicated.  Excited with his approval I look at Marcus who now looks stunning.  I pause for a moment to see how Marcus has changed.  I think to myself, “I could really love someone as beautiful as Marcus.”

We walk together back to our office.  Marcus is very excited on his new prospects for the future.  I am happy to have been able to help him in this way.  A truck is driving out of the parking lot and down a road where there is construction.  He drives over a pot hole.  I yell don’t do it you won’t survive the fall.  His car splits in two and is swallowed up by the river that runs along side the road.  I tell Marcus he will have to pluck his car out of the river now.  Marcus and I continue walking.  As we walk, Marcus comes up with a way to apply this new knowledge to help the man recover his truck.  He is eager to help someone.  He comes up with a way to create a sonic boom.  The boom will fragment the Universe shattering it to pieces just enough for the man to recover his truck from the river.  The shattering of the Universe allows us to easily rearrange the pieces of the truck.

The idea works as the boom sounds.  The Universe now looks like a mosaic.  Through the cracks a worm hole appears and a beautiful lavender light comes rushing in.  I see and understand how magick happens.  I realize it is Marcus who helps me.

Call of the Green Man

December 24, 2018

Last night’s dream was quite amazing.  As I was falling asleep for the night I had a vision where I am with a young man embarking on a journey.  A man calls out to us from a distance.  As if calling me into the dream.  I’m unaware I am dreaming because I’m still awake and was about to get up to turn off the lights but at that moment am completely pulled into the experience.  I gesture over to the young man standing beside me asking, “Who is this man who calls from a distance?”  His voice is very familiar to me.  I focus on his face and like a mirage it begins to fade in and out.  The first awareness comes to me, I am visioning.  I’m still curious who the man is who calls from a distance.  In this moment, I am unable to discern who is real and who is part of the vision.  The man next to me feels very real.  He is so much a part of me I don’t even question who he is.  When in reality both are dream figures but it just doesn’t occur to me to ask who is the man standing next to me.  I struggle to get a good look at the distant man’s face.

Cleo my cat jumps on the bed and awakens me.  I get up, pet her and turn off the lights.

I lay my head back down and immediately return to the dream this time I am sitting in a charcoal colored pickup truck on the passengers side.  The driver is the ferry man from earlier.  He reaches over and hands me a key ring with about 7 USB thumb drives.  I ask if he can identify the one we were watching earlier, the one he was just now showing me?  He is too busy to pay attention to me focusing instead on pulling strings to ferry us to the other side.  He dismisses me and say’s, “You’ll find it.”

I am now in a Colosseum where hundreds of people are gathered for an event.  With this many people it is hard to control who enters and is present.  I seem to be the head master or person at the top of the ticket but I don’t have full control on what happens at the periphery.  It reminds me of a scene from Harry Potter.  Magic is happening everywhere.  Everyone knows magic here.  Wanting to verify my audience and test whether my minions are in harmony with my ask, I send out a signal which in essence forces all those present to identify themselves.  The responses come back.  There are a few responses I am not happy with.  A second call goes out to try to harmonize correctly.  It is very much like tuning an orchestra.  They must be in tune with my vibration for us to proceed.  I am still not satisfied with the response.  I hear something in a side room the kitchen.  I walk over to the kitchen but don’t see anyone there yet I can here the clatter of dishes. It spooks me for a moment but I am determined to draw us in harmony.  I walk around the kitchen attempting to come closer and closer to where the sound originates.  I end up following the sound unto a brick oven with a chimney.  The brick all around is crimson red.  I wonder if I am going to get buried alive in here.  I try to fly from this position but am unable to reach any heights.   I sink deeper and deeper into the oven as the brick closes in on me.  I refuse to be overtaken.  I send out yet another signal which causes an etheric clearing to open in the walls of the oven.  A swarm of dragon flies enter.  They are of every color of the rainbow.  They dance as they fly creating beautiful shapes and images of all sizes.  The fluttering of their wings create a vibration. The vibration shakes loose the walls and all the surroundings.  It is our frequency which harmonizes dissonance.  I look up and float through an opening in the top of the oven.

I am now back in the Colosseum.  People gather here.  I see many wear green paint.  I assume the green man is among us.  There are many other nature spirits present.  There is one man with an incredibly full beard.  Someone is giving him a shower to hose off some of the green from his thick curly beard.

~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

Thoughts in journaling:  At first, I didn’t know whether to record the visioning part of the dream which came early before I actually fell asleep.  I initially didn’t connect the Ferryman with the other part of the dream that followed until i heard the question I ask him regarding the USB drives.  I wanted to see the one he was showing me earlier.  It is at this point when he is busy pulling strings to “ferry” (Faerie) us over to the other side.  Interesting play on words here.  It wasn’t until the I thought the green man was present since everyone had green paint on that I understood the use of ferry.  A green man is a faerie.  So I think he was the green man.

The USB’s were also interesting.  I thought what could possibly be on them? It wasn’t until later that I recalled watching YouTube videos of 8 week sonograms of pregnant women and noticed the doctors often hand out USB thumb drives with the sonogram images for the parents to keep.  I think this equates places it in an OB  category.

Other observation was my time in the oven.  The oven bricks were red and the space felt closed in.  I wonder if is a reference to a uterus.  Could this be a reference to OB?  Are faeries responsible for delivering children?

 

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The Cosmic Egg


December 3rd, 2018

Last night’s dream was absolutely incredible.  My body is being elevated.  I am ascending in the universe at an incredible speed.  I can see the stars all around me.  I come to a point in space where a picture frame hangs in front of me.  I am positioned at a 45 degree angle to the frame.  The frame is metallic and in the center is a white egg shape symbol.  The frame is reflective much like a mirror.

Out of the blue I decide to hold my right palm in front of the image much like swearing an oath to the object but my intention is to offer the object a blessing by sending it healing energy.  The egg begins radiating an intense light.  I am amazed at how beautiful the light appears in the heavens.

The light causes an elevator door to appear to the right of the frame.  I notice many beings approaching from the left.  I turn to look at the beings now congregating around the frame, immediately to my left.  Taking a good look at them I can see they are shadows of angels because they all have wings.

The elevator door opens and a man appears in the elevator.  The man has dark olive skin and wears a big head dress.  His face looks larger than a typical human might look but yet he has human features.  I wonder if he might be an alien or a heavenly being.  I wonder if this is some kind of space ship.  Why would he need an elevator?  Not wanting the man to see me I take two steps back to blend in and hide among the angles present.  Feeling as though I’m not quite camouflaged sufficiently behind the angels I take two steps to my right.  This last move places me more in line of sight with the being in the elevator.  I turn to slightly giving him my profile.  I can still see his profile out of the corner of my eye.  The man’s features are striking and I wonder if I am the man.  I ponder the coincidence he too offers me his profile.

All of the sudden my consciousness begins to fly at an incredible speed ascending even higher traversing many levels of the stratosphere.  I turn to look behind me to see what happened to the angels who were standing with me.  They appear to be following in flight right behind me.  I attempt to understand what is going on and wonder if I am trying to flee or if they are simply following me.  I turn again to wave at the angels behind me.  The wave causes a few of the angels to dissipate but they are quickly replaced by more angels.

I then find myself in a cargo bay with all the angels we are sitting around after a long flight.  It feels like we are getting comfortable maybe taking off our shoes or flight gear and getting dressed into our normal day cloths.  As I look around I can see their faces clearly and I think to myself, I need to remember all this because it is so incredible.  Someone looks at me as if reading my mind and gives me a peace sign with two fingers.  He is indicating there are two types of dreams, one which I’m familiar with and the other ….. he goes silent here even though he is not really saying anything but yet he is communicating with me.  The second type are those you feel but instead of messaging me telepathically he sends me his feelings.

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September 21, 2018

In last night’s dream, I am with a group of people at possibly a book store or news stand type store where they sell magazines, periodicals and novelties.  I don’t believe I know the people in the store as it seems we are all just passing through and by circumstance we all happen to meet here.  There is a large box on the floor where they have placed all the out of date items.  I see several copies of the Washington Blade.  Believing these are probably throw-away items and therefore free I walk over to look for the most recent edition.  The first edition I pick up and open it to the cover page but it no longer has the first page.  A guy dressed in all yellow says to me as if he is aware of my thoughts, “That’s not the latest edition.”  So I put the copy down and reach for another one which I identify as having all it’s pages.

The second one is complete and is the latest edition of the throw-away items in the box.  I proceed to open the pages and notice all the pages are cut revealing an accordion of cut out characters emerging from the pages.  I close it quickly not knowing what is happening to it and try again to open it.  This time I open it slowly to see what the cut out are.  As the pages unfold the cut out characters become two dimensional animated cut out of people.  All the cut outs are white cream color with no writing or features merely cut outs.  The guy next to me who is all yellow reaches in and pulls out a spinet piano from the pages of the blade.  I am amazed because I recognize the piano as the one I had when I was a kid.  The yellow man begins playing testing the keys and notices a problem.  It is suspected there is a ball of poop in the pages so he is wanting to work around the poop to reconstruct his piano.

With the magazine in my hands I can feel a lump withing the pages still in my left hand.  I hold the “poop” tightly and walk over to examine the piano.  I lift the lid of the piano to reveal it’s keys and find one of the strings is broken.  I tell the yellow man that the piano is so old one would expect a string to be broken but it can be easily repaired.  While I’m talking to him still holding the “poop ball” within my hand it begins to squirm in my hand.  I let go releasing the tightly held pages and opening the remaining pages of the magazine open.  From within the ball emerge a bunch of tiny etheric people 10 times smaller than the cut outs previously.  Each one a different color of the rainbow.  There are blues, yellows, reds, purple, green.  They remind me of little pieces of Play Doh.  Now reconstituted they are jumping and playing with each other.  When groups of different colors come together they become white and grey and beige then separating again into their individual color.  Rainbow colors pulse through their tiny etheric bodies.