Multidimensional – Page 6

April 14, 2008

Hades and the 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.

April 9, 2008

Little Terror

I 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.

April 4, 2008

Friday's Hope

Last 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.

Next 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

April 2, 2008

Christened by Sir Elton John

As 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

March 22, 2008

Horus, Osiris and the Mystery School

Horus Blue Tonight’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”.

With 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 4^th 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.

March 21, 2008

The Drone of the Black Panther

I had a dark dream where I see my grandmother who is seated in a chair. This is the spirit of her physical body. It is the non physical essence of the shell of the woman I once called Abuelita. My grandmother’s spirit the one I loved is not present here but her shell remains trapped in this bardo world aging indefinitely. I can see the soft hairs on her skin and the many green age spots on her arms. This body is motionless and speechless. Her image triggers all my childhood memories of her. I remember her fondly. I then see my father coming down the street. He is much taller than I remember him. He stumbles and falls and pees his pants. I am angered by him. I can’t leave the memories of my family in this bardo world. I feel compelled to help them; to bring them back with me. I try to get my father to stand and walk on his own but he simply cannot. I want to slap him, but I hold back my anger which is rising within me as I tighten my body in frustration. My heart doesn’t allow me to leave either one here. My alcoholic father has always been a burden in my life. Why must I carry his weight? In order to bring my grandmother with me, I must also help my father. I turn to him again. With my anger rising I can see his face getting uglier and uglier. My anger seems to garner him the strength to stand. With an insipid look he now stands ready to come at me with all his remaining strength. Using his entire body he lunges forward and falls on me.

In that moment I woke up. Dreams like these don’t come without visitors. Angry now, I looked around my bedroom to find those responsible for the dream. Along side my bed were standing 5 large framed beings. They were each about 7 feet tall with wide shoulders. They were not human in form. I locked onto each of them with my eyes to let them know I was well aware of their presence. I didn’t know what their intentions were but I didn’t feel they were well intended. I knew they were using my grandmother and my father to hold me emotionally hostage. I got up out of bed and boldly walked right through them. I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet to gather my thoughts. As I sat there a black panther walked in with the insidiousness of a snake. I got up, flushed and walked right past it on my way back to the bedroom.

I laid back in bed and closed my eyes. I began hearing a rhythmic repetitive and almost hypnotic sound, “du-dil-il-ling.” I then had a vision where I could see a construction site that had wooden elevators that were lifted with hand pulleys. I could see the people who operated the pulleys carrying people and supplies to the upper levels of the construction site. They were like worker bees hypnotically following the drone.

Historically, black panthers in the American Southeast feature prominently in Choctaw folklore where, along with the owl, they are often thought to symbolize Death.

March 16, 2008

Triceratops; Flight of the Condor: Part II

Last night as I was nodding off to sleep I caught something out of the corner of my eye. I opened my eyes and sitting upon my bed was a reptilian looking creature. He had a face similar to a horse with a long snout. He also had a frill on the back of his neck that rose like feathers above his head. Like all spirits I see he too was transparent. I could only see his head as if he were peering into my world from a vantage point within his. He was talking to me. I could see his lips moving and his facial gestures but I could not hear any sound. His distinct features made me wonder if I was simply imagining things. His details were too perfect to be a creation of my imagination. He reminded me of a triceratops except he had no visible horns. I carefully looked around the room to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Tired as I was I lay there in bed watching him until sleep overtook me. I then rolled over and fell asleep.

Moments later I hear a loud but familiar hum of engines. These are not normal engines. It is the familiar hum of space ships. The aliens are back. I then feel someone tugging at my arms. I opened my eyes in real life and now on the other side of my bed was Triceratops pulling at my arms. I was amazed that he actually had the ability to physically pull on my arms such that I could actually feel it. I knew there was something he wanted me to pay attention to.

I then closed my eyes and immediately I entered into a wakefully induced lucid dream state. The rest of the night I remained in this wakeful dream state with Triceratops pulling at my arms when I’d drift too deeply into sleep.

In the dream I am confronted face to face with the Black Condor from my previous dream. He stands the height of a giant man ominous and huge with a great wingspan. His feathers are unlike any birds feathers. Fully lucid, I recognize that I am in another dimension. I too am a Condor (blue) except my wings only shown when I with a relaxed but focused intent channel the hum of the universe. Then and only then do my wings shown as big and wide as the Black Condor. I am to confront him on his own turf. I am given time to adjust to my new environment so that we might be on a level playing field. I’ve never flown with wings as great and powerful as these. I somehow instinctively know how to command the forces within this world. It feels as if the energy from the earth is rising up and flowing through my body, expanding my wings. I immediately take flight as if I was going up in an elevator at a tremendous speed. I can feel my stomach drop into my groin as the exhilaration rushes through me. I am in a steep canyon with very high cliffs with many ledges that are carved into the rock face as if people lived here in and among the rocks. I can hear the sound and feel the rush of wind against my wings. The feeling is so incredible I can’t believe I’m experiencing this.

The exhilaration is too much so I decide to land upon a perch to catch my breath. “Am I really awake?” I then feel a tug and I open my eyes to see Triceratops beside me holding my arms. All I can think is, “I want more.” I immediately close my eyes and instantly return to the place where I had perched. Again I relax with focused intent to resonate with the hum of the universe bringing its energy into my body through the earth below me. The feeling lifts me again to new heights but this time I notice that I am not being held from behind as before. I am without my safety. I feel one hand upon my side. This hand is the only thing holding me securely in this position. I fear I have climbed too high so I begin to descend. My body begins to tilt forward. All I can think is to cry out for my mother. I then remember that I can simply open my eyes and return to the safety and comfort of my bed. I immediately open my eyes to find myself still lying on my side. Wanting more, I immediately close my eyes and return to the exact place where I had left off, but now it is time to confront the Condor. He is now in pursuit and I have only one hand gently securing my safety. Feeling I need additional protection I reach behind me to where the hands would be to hopefully bring them forward to place them tightly around my waist. They are no longer there. I am now flying solo. I frenziedly pat myself down looking for the arms that once held me secure, but I don’t find them. I then take notice of my own arms and hands before me. From both my hands is streaming forth an intense blue light. I now feel the presence of God within me. I can see the valley floor below me. I know I can’t retaliate with force against the Condor. Instead I decide to use the light within me to bestow a blessing upon the earth; the earth who gave me this gift of flight. I open my palms in front of me as I soar above the land. The light from my hands is now going forth with tremendous force upon the land. White spirits begin to emerge from the land. These captive souls have somehow been set free. They are flying up to the heavens at tremendous speed like arrows they are flying toward me.

Instinctively I pull the covers up over my head and open my eyes to avoid the impact of the arrows. The Condor is under my sheets! His face is pressed up against my forehead. He is angry that I have freed the souls of those who dwell captive below the earth. In shock I freeze motionless under my covers not knowing what to do. He has me pinned down. Remembering back, I knew the only thing I could effectively do was to simply love the Condor. I then relaxed and smiled and looked gently into the eyes of the Condor. His image began to become grossly disfigured. He was nothing more than an illusion. I slowly pulled the covers away from my face in total disbelieve of all that I had just experienced. With dawn approaching, Triceratops was now gone.

I lay back down and closed my eyes. Within moments I find myself sitting in a comfortable armchair playing a board game. This is a flight simulator designed to help one master the gift of flight. It requires mental control to command the elements on the game board. The game board is a very large flat panel monitor which hangs on a wall in front of me. All the moves are done with the power of the mind. I’m practicing the art of mind control to create wormholes on the fly through with to move elements positioned on the board. My skill level is high. I love the game as it is very challenging. Joe comes by and asks me what I’m doing. He asks if I would like to do something with him. I’m more interested in mastering the game. I seem to be addicted to the game. I know that mastering this skill will be priceless. I show him the ease with which I command the forces on the board hoping to entice him in the game. This is the leading edge of all things worth having.

I then realize that my eyes emit a light that others can perceive; specifically those currently positioned on the game board. I’m now challenged to find a way of maneuvering my way through the board without being noticed much like an undercover agent. This is a challenge considering my multidimensional sight depends on the light which my eyes emit. I must acquire another sense of vision. Suddenly my whole environment changes and now I’m hiding deep within the sands of the earth. Everywhere I look my piercing laser vision creates a wormhole. I can’t conceal myself in sand. I then try to conceal myself in the waters of the ocean. This appears to be a more formidable environment. One in which I might be able to retain an edge on the game board.

March 10, 2008

Chivalry's Great Helms

In this dream I find myself floating above a parade of people. At first I can fly and hover about 4 feet above the ground. The height at which you can fly is somehow related to one’s authority level. This height feels comfortable and I do not feel threatened or in any kind of danger. I seem to have mastered this level of comfort and have been granted its corresponding authority.

I am then pushed by an invisible force to new heights. It completely throws me outside of my comfort zone. I feel as if I’m being pursued by an invisible force. I feel unsure of myself. I am now flying at the tops of the buildings far removed from ground level. Once you have mastered the gift of flight you can basically fly at any height. The thing that prevents us from reaching such heights is the energy that is required to reach such a new height and the fear that sets in when such a height is realized. I’m now uncomfortable wanting desperately to return to ground level. I must find a way back. I slide along telephone wires and power lines looking for a vertical drop. I finally find a vertical drop which descends into a location where they are singing karaoke.

I walk into a coffee house to grab a cup of coffee but the guy at the counter is cleaning out the pots and putting away the coffee. He says to me, “the coffee hour is over.’ I then turn and begin walking down the street. I not notice a guy in a wheel chair who is going into a public restroom. As I walk past the men’s restroom I double back to use it myself. I walk in and immediately feel uncomfortable. I do not see the man in the wheelchair. I immediately turn around to leave. Before I can even put my hand on the door to exit, the door flings open and an invisible force walks past me. Its presence is very strong. Even though I can’t see the force I can sense its exact location with my inner eye. I follow it with my eyes to let it know I know of its exact location and to indicate that I am not afraid. As I turn to leave once again, it grabs me from behind and pulls me back into the restroom. I struggle but am unable to break free of its grasp. I’m not gaining any ground.

The struggle awakens me. As I open my eyes I can see two men floating above my bed. As in the dream I point at the one that is further away from me as a clear indication to him that I can see them. He says to me, “Don’t point.” I then hear my conscience say, “It’s not polite to point.” Having made my point I begin to study their appearance. Both entities are wearing unusual hats. In my mind I thought to myself, “What unusual hats.” To this remark I immediately heard the one say, “Chivalry Hats”. I immediately grabbed my voice recorder from my bedstand and recorded the details of the dream and vision. I then got up out of bed as another gesture to these visitors that I was not afraid or their presence. I then marched down the hallway to the restroom to use it then returned and crawled back in bed. Inside me I really was afraid but I refused to show my fear. This force appeared to be a power greater than I.

Chivalry^[1] is a term related to the medieval institution of knighthood. It is usually associated with ideals of knightly virtues, honor and courtly love. The word is derived from the French word chevalier, indicating one who rides a horse (Fr. cheval). Today, the terms chivalry and chivalrous are used to describe courteous behavior.

What’s so amazing to me is that as I began researching this dream/vision I was amazed at how my research into Chivalry Hats echo not only the dream but things in my personal life. The synchronicity and interplay between the dream, my vision, the research and personal events in my life was remarkable.

Chivalry, a word uncommon in my vocabulary led me to Knighthood which led me to Knightly Virtues of:

Then to Courtly Love (one can substitute man or God in place of lady):

Attraction to the lady, usually via eyes/glance
Worship of the lady from afar
Declaration of passionate devotion
Virtuous rejection by the lady
Worship of the lady from afar
Declaration of passionate devotion
Virtuous rejection by the lady
Renewed wooing with oaths of virtue and eternal fealty
Moans of approaching death from unsatisfied desire (and other physical manifestations of lovesickness)
Heroic deeds of valor which win the lady’s heart
Consummation of the secret love
Endless adventures and subterfuges avoiding detection

Then to Honor and Status (echoed in the dream) and finally to the armor and the Great Helms (hats) they wore echoed by the vision. It all comes together with divine precision.

March 7, 2008

Flight of the Condor

When I woke up this morning I had a sense that answers to my many questions had just been explained to me. It is hard to describe a language that does not use words but simply images to convey meaning. I felt as if I had been granted a higher level of understanding, a voice and a means of expression. I finally understood what had for so long been a mystery.

In the dream I own a building with underground parking. In the building is stored and archived all of my soul journeys. It is also the place where my soul returns to reenergize. To enter one must lay on one’s back head first in the sand. This is a secret that no one tells you. You instinctively know this truth. It is as when the baby in the womb turns at the precise time before birth. In the dream my soul is returning to this place to gain re-entrance. I see the place like a cradle in the sand. Having done this before, I lay head first and allow the sand to swallow me up. My body transitions into the lower dimension below the surface of the earth. There is scaffolding all around me and many tunnels.

I am told that I have just died. I over hear them saying that I am tired because of all my self imposed limitations. I see a beautiful vivid blue stream with a water fall that is frozen. These are my archived memories. I chip off a piece of the frozen waters and take it into myself. The waters heal my soul. Everything here is neatly categorized. There is order here.

With my death arrives an awareness of darkness as my consciousness is split in two. I can see both halves of myself. Yet each half is also a whole being in and of itself. The being of light is lying in a fetal position; he is the same color as the frozen waters. He is surrounded by protective blue netting that is composed of the frozen waters. He is sleeping within his netting and is reenergized by the frozen waters. Of the other being, I can only see his neck and shoulder region. I can see a creamy white skin tone. I can also see that he is beginning to grow black feathers. He is the Condor.

The Condor is developing rapidly. I am afraid that he might gain flight and threaten the one who sleeps. As small as he is the one who sleep begins to move looking to now escape his netting before the Condor takes flight. Miraculously the netting gives way releasing the one without wings who instantly takes flight sending a blue burst of light down through the many tunnels bringing light to all places where darkness existed. Is this the end of the Condor?

I can now see the delivery area and loading dock of the building and the entrance to the parking structure. I have a vast number of parking spaces that are allocated to me and my guests.

If you haven’t noticed this dream sounds very much like child birth. I found it ironic when I went to look up the word condor in Wikipedia I found that the condor is closely related to the stork which we all know is associated with child birth. Condors were nowhere on my radar before this dream.

Condors are part of the family Cathartidae, and are closely related to storks, whereas the 15 species of Old World vultures are in the family Accipitridae, that also includes falcons, hawks, and eagles. The New World and Old World vultures evolved from different ancestors. However, they both are carrion-eaters and have distinctive bare heads.

It is synchronicity such as this of the Condor and the Stork that I’ve come to recognize as spirit’s way of authenticating the message recieved.

March 5, 2008

The Stadium

This morning when I woke up I immediately reflected on what my dream might have been but I could not remember having had any dreams. Absolutely nothing came to mind. Blank was my recollection when suddenly like a fireball came the words, “The Stadium” I then remembered fully the dream I had actually just woken up from with the surprising words and shocking revelation; “The Stadium”. Somehow like with the twist of a Rubik’s Cube or more precisely Ruben’s Cube the next puzzle piece in the mystery that is my life was revealed. I knew at that moment that several dimensions of my existence my Rubik’s Cube had just come into alignment. It will take time to explain beyond this dream but here is how it unfolded.

In the dream I am at Disneyland with three other friends getting ready to ride the Madahorn. Our turn comes to board the ride. The conductor separates my group into two cars. “Why does this always happen to me?” My three friends are placed in a car together while I am placed separately in another car with someone I don’t know. Early in the line we were given seat pads on which to sit. Hesitant to get in the car with this strange person, I pause and in pausing the unknown person takes my seat pad leaving me without a pad for use on the ride. Seeing this, one of my friends throws a purple towel at me indicating that I should use it as a substitute for the seat pad.

The Madahorn has two tracks. The main track goes off to the right and a second track which is still under construction goes off to the left. My friends are placed on the main track while I am placed on the second track. Resentful at having been separated and placed on an inferior track I challenge the ride. I am critical of all loops and turns as I examine the ride’s structure as my car travels downs its path. The track is incomplete without a predetermined ending. Having to come up with a suitable ending the conductor decides to let us off over a large pool of water. As my ending becomes apparent to me I quickly voice my complaint. I’m not a good swimmer and my worst irritation is being subject to the chill of being dunked in a pool of water. Such is my fate and I go plunging into this pool of water. It doesn’t turn out to be quite as bad a shock as I had imagined as the pool is nicely heated. I am able to quickly gather myself and swim to the pools edge to climb out. As I get out I am complaining that such an ending is not a safe one. It involves too much risk. One should not assume the occupant knows how to swim. As Murphy’s Law would have it the unknown person I am riding with is unable to swim. He is now drowning in the pool of water. The park workers quickly dive in to save him. A park police officer comes to accuse the unknown person of wrong doing. He is stripped of his pants only to find that the person had done no wrong. Further angered by their actions I come up upon the officer and heckle him calling him a faggot as I grab and squeeze his genitals to induce pain.

What has come over me? When I was in Jr., High School I had a physical education teacher who always yelled at his students. He probably did this to motivate them but he used very inappropriate language. He always yelled at us and called us FAGGOTS. That probably rolled off the backs of most but for me it was always extremely painful to hear because I knew I was gay. I knew I was a faggot, I was different. I did not have the same abilities or inclinations other boys had toward sports. I always dreaded going to PE class.

The dream continues as I am now trying to find my way back to the Disney Park. I then see a group of green people wearing blue hats. I recognize them as the film crew. They are highly advanced spiritual beings from another dimension. They have taken their green reptilian base self and merged it with a highly evolved blue awareness of spirit. They have been observing me all along. They have learned from me a love of spirit. I somehow unknowingly had something to do with their acquiring their blue hats. Beyond them I can see the green disc shaped starships in which they travel the cosmos. I am admiring the beauty that is their starships when suddenly I see the bleachers within their observation decks. “THE STADIUM,” I yell out, “it is … THE STADIUM.” Instantly I become lucid and become aware that there is a woman standing next to me. She probably thinks I’m crazy yelling out what might appear to be nonsense but I clearly remember the Stadium.

The Stadium has appeared in many of my dreams. Recently I had a profound dream which I didn’t have a chance to journal but since the Stadium showed up here I will give a summary of that dream.

In that dream I become aware of the illusions we are subject to in our 3^rd dimension of reality. I can clearly see through the looking glass at the many spirits who sit in the bleachers of the stadium observing my existence. Feeling like Truman in the Truman show I want to expose them and free myself of their watchful eyes. I find a way to open the glass partition between the two worlds exposing their existence. Not knowing what would happen if I open the door. I take a chance and open the door only to find that I can see the bleachers but not the people in the stadium seating. They are still invisible to me. I can only see them through the glass. Disappointed I go on with my life but things are not quite the same anymore. I go to use the phone and notice that I can no longer dial the numbers because the 3^rd row of numbers, ie 7, 8 and 9 are completely missing. I look at my partner Joe to confront him about the missing numbers. I know you are behind this trickery, I tell him. I then break the phone open and throw it at him. The phone lands at an angle that suddenly makes it possible for me to see the missing row of numbers. They have been there all along. I simply couldn’t see them. I then have an idea to use a permanent marker to mark where the numbers appear in space. The numbers are not located on the surface of the phone but suspended in space. I am aware of the Stadium.