The Kids Table

I had a dream where I am trying to coordinate a flight with my ex Joe.  I have to find a place to park my car but the airport parking lot is full and I’m told by the parking attendant that there is a detour and he advises me to find another option.  He points me in the direction of a metered spot but I am suspicious of that spot because I don’t want to get a ticket just in case I don’t get back in time to pick up the car.  Instead I go looking for another parking space.  I am able to find street parking nearby.  I don’t know when the flight is but I do know it is scheduled soon.

I then find myself trying to save my goldfishes.  Someone has placed them in a bucket with very little water.  The fish are struggling to swim.  I feel a strong connection to them as if they were my children.  I go looking for a water bottle to try and save them. I find a blue and grey bottle in the kitchen cupboard.  I fill it up with water and pour it in the bucket only to find the bucket has holes everywhere.  Someone is trying to sabotage my effort. One of the fishes is already dead.  Mocha and Cleo now eat the fish not knowing they are special.

My brother Paz is trying to entrap me between a concrete wall. Paz  has sided with Trump and is now a terrorist.  He is jealous of my spiritual connection and wants to kill me or have me go missing so that he can claim my property.  I’m really tired of dealing with the Paz’s character and decide I will no longer be part of it.  I refuse to give him power over me.  I step into my faith in the knowledge that I am OK regardless of what Paz is  doing.  I then surrender and step into the space between the  concrete walls.  My friends Toni C and Stephen are here along with other friends from various groups who have come to this space to support me.  The space between the walls begins to provide a clearing.

Those gathered here tell me that they have gathered my seed and I have born a child but that the child has the defect of illegitimacy.  They bring the child to me and I feel compassion for his situation.  I take the child and he grows up in my arms.  I teach him how to fly and watch him become a man.  We take flight together and become one.  I feel him against my loins and groin and in my spirit with a feeling of ecstasy.  The feeling is beautiful and overwhelming.

Now in full flight we ascend to an elevation high above to the tops of the buildings where I see a bezeled window with a cut out shape much like a cookie cutter opening.  The opening is large enough for my spirit to pass .  We pass through the opening.

We are in flight.  He is now a full grown man.  Having taught him everything I pass my power to him and now he carries me.  I can feel the wind touch my body.  We are facing each other.  I am moving backward as he is moving forward.    Its time to find a resting place.  As we descend he becomes younger and younger.  Once we land his presence leaves me.

I then find myself sitting at a wooden picnic table where I meet a man.  He is seated beside me.  I am talking to the memory of my son as if he were still with me.  I feel silly talking to someone that is not there.  I’m afraid the man seated next to me will think I’m crazy.  I am telling the man about my dreams and how wonderful they are.  I’m getting confused.  I can’t distinguish whether I’m dreaming or not.  Although I am in a dream, I do not feel like I’m dreaming.  A young boy comes up to me from out of the blue.  Without skipping a beat, I continue talking to him as my son.  He tells me about school and what he is learning.  We have a fun conversation about playful things.  I share with him how my life is.  He then runs off telling me he needs to head back to school. As he is leaving, I remind him how much I love him.

I then resume talking to the man who is sitting next to me.  I tell him how my dreams reveal my son.  I struggle to describe what I have experienced in all its fullness.  You have to be present to fully appreciate the magic.  Once again I feel silly believing the man will question my sanity.

In that moment from out of the blue a young boy appears to hand me a chocolate.  The chocolate is wrapped in an orange shinny tin foil paper with crinkled edges.  I open it to find a hand written note inside.   Reading the note, I recognize it as something I have written.  In that moment the universe opens up as my awareness expands.  I am fully aware of the dream and the magnitude of what it presents.  I am in a dream yet I am awake.  I experience synchronicity and deja-vu in the dream as in my waking life.  Knowing this is my opportunity to see my son’s face,  I take a good look wanting to know if he bears any resemblance to me.  I am surprised to find that he is the same person as the λλale Carrier from my previous dream where I asked him if he had any male for me.

 

Lead Role

In last nights dream I am given a manuscript for a play in which I am the leading role.  There is a part of me that knows I’m dreaming and also has an awareness that this is good for me.  I act contrary to my normal response which would be to shy away from any lead role.  I am excited and accept the role without hesitation.  I can clearly see the title page which has red and grey lettering in a calligraphic font.  There are also some larger symbols on the page that although I don’t recognize them I do understand them.  It looks like a romantic warm drama.  I’m asked to read the part with others there but I don’t have my glasses on and the words are not legible.  It occurs to me that I can read it from my gut as it is not so different from my own life.

My Name is Interpol

CigarsLast night, I was visited by a group of extraterrestrials from another dimension. Their lead identified himself as Interpol.  He said his name means “communication.”  At the time of their visit I was stricken with sleep paralysis and therefore stuck in limbo in between worlds.  I could clearly see them standing by my bed partially materialized. They then took me on a journey to their world.  There I met a friend whom I refer to as Ben. We walked along their streets and sat in a tiny cabaret.  I noticed how everything was so crisp and clean. It was dark out and a moon was hovering closely in the night sky. I felt a bit uncomfortable in their world.  We spoke at length about the things we like to do. We both mentioned how we both enjoy a good smoke. 

 

He noticed I was uncomfortable so he asked if there was something I needed.  I asked him if we could go outside; out in the open air to walk again. He agreed.  Before stepping out in the open there was a display window in the cabaret with various after dinner items.  One of the items was a box which had three cigars.  I instinctively reached for one of the three cigars.  He reached for the second one.  I then offered him mine as a gesture of my appreciation.  We both smoked off the same cigar. 

 

We then found ourselves in an open pasture that belonged to a nursery for plants. The caretaker gave me a box with a hundred dollar bill in it and a certificate of ownership and deed to the property.  He said it was for me.  This was my inheritance he said.  I was overwhelmed at the gestures.  I knew this was everything I ever wanted.  I knelt on the ground to see and smell how fertile the soil was. When I kelt I noticed there was a path, a road that lead from my new property to the moon.  It was an incredible sight.  In disbelief, I stood up and noticed in the sky a red light coming toward us.  I knew this was the beacon for the mother ship.  I looked squarely into the light waving my arms over my head to flag the ship down. 

 

The entire ship came in closer as it materialized fully in the night sky.  I assisted it in landing on my new property.  I could clearly see all the details of the ship.  I was asked if I could smell their ship as if it smelled bad but I could not smell anything unpleasant. They then came out of the craft to greet me standing beside my bed.

 

My awareness came full circle again back to the now.  My name is Interpol he said it means communication. He then took me on another journey to see the school where I had received my education.  There I ran into an old friend named Mary.  We reminisced about her wedding where we were in the presence of our mutual friends.  I was carrying a backpack at the time with school supplies.  I was responsible for assisting with registrations at the school.  

 

My awareness came full circle again back to the now.  My name is Interpol he said.  

 

The whole night I could not move.  I couldn’t even move to grab my voice recorder so what I did is I kept repeating the details of the dream in my mind so that I would not forget.  It also helped that I needed to pee but I couldn’t get up for that either.  

 

The first unusual thing that caught my attention was his name, Interpol.  I had never even heard of it until I looked it up in Wikipedia.

 

INTERPOLINTERPOL is the world’s largest police organization. INTERPOL’s mission is to assist law enforcement agencies in each of its 186 member countries to combat all forms of transnational crime.  Its six areas of priority are: drugs and criminal organizations, public safety and terrorism, financial and high tech crimes, trafficking of human beings, corruption, and fugitives.

 

The second thing was the cigars and the issue of smoking.  I don’t smoke cigars or cigarettes.  Somehow I equate the smoke with peace, harmony and tranquility.

 

Cigars are often smoked to celebrate special occasion: the birth of a child, a graduation, a big sale.

The Cicada of Truth

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

Teleportation …. A Night To Remember

TeleportationLast night I had an incredible experience.  I know I always say that but this one was truly incredible and never experienced before.  As I lay in bed mediating I fell into a very deep trance from which I could not get out.  I wasn’t afraid.  I just assumed my body was tired and needed the extra time to revitalize and reconnect to spirit so I immersed myself in the experience.  As I lay there just barely conscious of my surroundings, I suddenly felt an incredible rush of energy that lifted my body up from my chest with tremendous force and great speed.  My head and arms were drawn back by the forward motion.  

 

Still unable to come to and unable to see, I wondered if the entities who bless my night were taking advantage of me in my present state to probe me. I could swear my physical body was literally floating above my bed suspended in mid-air because I could distinctly feel the change in body posture yet my body was not responsive.  My body was asleep yet my consciousness was fully awake and very much attached to my body.  I was having an out of body experience where I was literally dragging my physical body behind me. In the distance I could clearly hear my roommate.  I was sure he would be coming into my room at any moment and would see me hanging there suspended in mid-air like Linda Blair.  I hung there in space with my arms dangling and my head drawn back for about 15 minutes.  My roommate never came into the room.  I felt another force of energy move my body forwared yet again to an even higher level at tremendous speed.  I then began hearing other voices which I could not understand.  In truth, I felt I knew the language but the words were somehow not registering.  I felt my memories were being intentionally blocked and erased the moment I heard them.  

 

After a few minutes, my body returned to my bed as quickly as it was taken up.  Upon impact I immediately opened my eyes. I remained calm.  In front of me above my navel was suspended a mechanical ethereal arm; a dimensional portal of sorts that had been used to probe and observe me.  The opening was a vibratory luminescent green rectangular connected to a green wormhole which extending into space.  Within the green rectangle was a golden pyramid.  I could see into the other dimension through the opening.   Within the pyramid was contained a cosmos of information; all sorts of information and knowledge was contained therein. Through the pyramid I could see everything at once simultaneously, so profound was the experience that I can’t not even begin to describe it, yet not in a spiritual sense it was profound in the shere exchange of information.   The probe swivelled around a bit and finally came to rest on my bed on my right side. It’s substance slowly dissipated leaving behind a collage of luminescent gossamer strands.  I rolled over on my side and hugged the stands drawing them and my covers toward me.  I then fell asleep.

You're Mona!

Mona LisaThis afternoon at 3pm I was very tired and decided to lie down for a couple hours to take a nap.  As is customary, I began my nap with a meditation.  I quickly lost myself in the meditation and suddenly found myself across from a tall young man seated comfortable in a sofa.  The man wore military fatigues and had a garrison cap resting on his knee.  He was apparently preparing to go answer a call to service.  He was telling me about the honor it is to serve his country.  In the back of my mind I remembered that I was in the middle of a meditation.  Alert now I paid very close attention to what he was sharing with me.  In parting he said the best part of being away from home would be returning home to his wife.  At that moment a woman walked through a nearby corridor and into the room.  The gentleman stood up and leaned forward to kiss his wife goodbye. 

 

I found it odd that he felt the need to display his affection in my presence. As she leaned in to receive the kiss, my attention was instantly drawn to the woman.  Without thinking, I immediately stood up in the vision and walked over to her.  Something about her was very familiar to me.  I knew her.  It then hit me and I blurted out to her, “You’re Mona.”  I leaped at the chance to bring something concrete back with me from the other side so I moved in closer with determination within inches of her face.  “You’re Mona,” I said.  I was shocked at my sudden reaction.  I had never seen her before but a part of me deep in my core knew exactly who she was.

 

Surprised she backed away puzzled saying, “What do you mean?”  From her words, I knew she also knew exactly who I was.  This was as much of a surprise to her, as seeing her for the first time was to me.  With emphasis I looked deep into her eyes and replied, “I know who you are, you’re Mona.”  The deeper I looked into her eyes the more I recognized my own eyes in hers.  Her eyes were mine.  Our foreheads pressed against each other.  As her image faded all I could see were the pupils of her eyes reflecting my third eye. 

 

I ended my meditation and opened my eyes in utter amazement.  I quickly reached for my voice recorder but it was not in its usual position on the end table.  “I must have left it down stairs,” I thought to myself.  I then began to replay the events in my head to commit them to long term memory.  All of the sudden details of the man’s life came flowing back like a damn that had given way.  Many details poured in.  What a time to forget my voice recorder down stairs.  I knew everything about the man’s life. 

 

Frustrated and simply too tired to get up I reveled in this new awareness deciding not to interrupt the flow to go look for it. I decided to simply trust that I would remember later everything that had been poured into my waking consciousness.  I looked at my alarm clock.  Thirty minutes had passed since I first laid down to meditate.  I rolled over and quickly fell asleep.

 

Some time later I had a false awakening where I woke up thinking it was time to get back to my household chores but for some reason I could not get up.  Looking around the room everything looked as it should.  I then reached over to look at my alarm clock but noticed I could not see my arm yet I felt its movement.  I knew I was having a false awakening.  I also knew for me false awakenings are the perfect opportunity to trigger an out of body experience.  To confirm, I moved my hands in front of my face and could not see them.  I then tried gently to roll myself out of my body, but I couldn’t.  No matter how hard I tried I could not detach myself from my body.  I remained calm, knowing I’ve been able to do this before.  Once again I tried to will my body out.  I rolled slightly to my side and swung my legs to the left.  I was able to sit up.  I then calmly stood.  I was free.  I had done it I was free from my body. I waled over to the foot of my bed to look across at a mirror I have hanging in my bedroom.  No reflection.  I could not see myself in the light of the afternoon sun that shown through my window.  I looked down at my body to see streams of energy flowing down through me creating what looked like a long flowing robe of many colors.  I moved in slow motion like a man on the moon.  My etheric body seemed to glide gracefully with ease. 

 

I thought to myself, “You’ve done it, you’ve done it.”  I then heard another little voice in my head say, “what if you have died.  What if you can’t find your way back.”  At that point I really didn’t care. The voices could say whatever they wanted, I simply didn’t care.  I was where I wanted to be.  If I had died in my sleep I was happy to finally be free.  It was beautiful I danced around the room experiencing what it was like to be pure essence. I was in no hurry to go back.  I danced and danced and danced.  As I twirled, I caught a glimpse of my left hand through the mirror protruding from underneath my covers.  I paused to look at my hand through the mirror.  I then saw another hand gently caressing my hand and forearm.  Was it possibly my right hand?  Was my body moving?  I then moved in closer to the mirror.  No it was a hand very distinct from mine with very long bony fingers and long nails. 

 

“Who is messing with my body?  I guess it’s time to go back.”  I then closed my eyes and willed myself back.  I instantly found myself back in my body underneath the covers.  I could feel the weight of someone on my body but I could not see anyone.  I still was in the false awakening because I could not see my own hand either yet I knew we were both very much present, but who was this other person?  I struggled to move but couldn’t.  I was locked in my body once again.  The struggle woke me up. Yes I was now back. 

 

I immediately sat up to run downstairs to retrieve my voice recorder.  I looked over at my nightstand and there on the opposite side of my nightstand was my wallet and the voice recorder.  It had been there all along just not where it normally is; within easy reach.  

 

I quickly recorded all the details.  To my misfortune I could no longer remember any details of the man’s life other than the year 1926 and the name Eric.  He was a corporal.

 

I did my normal research first keying off the name Mona.  I wondered if the name had any meaning or significance.  The only thing I could fine was the Mona Lisa.  At first I discounted it until I scrolled down the page to find where they focused on the hands of the Mona Lisa.  Just as in my dream it the Mona Lisa has rather large hands and it looks like one hand is caressing the other.  Another interesting fact that I didn’t know about the Mona Lisa is the pyramid.  I’m planning a trip to Egypt?  I couldn’t help but wonder if the dream was encouraging me to go. 

 

I then moved on to the military man.  He was a corporal.  Looking up the word, I was surprised to find a very spiritual meaning of the word

 

from the doctrine that the bread of the Eucharist becomes or represents the body of Christ

 

Leonardo used a pyramid design to place the woman simply and calmly in the space of the painting. Her folded hands form the front corner of the pyramid. Her breast, neck and face glow in the same light that models her hands. The light gives the variety of living surfaces an underlying geometry of spheres and circles.