Stargate – Page 4 – Ruben Bailey

June 18, 2008

Lemur's Pet Shop

I have a dream where I am deployed to serve in the military. My main concern is who is going to care for my parents while I’m gone. It is an undercover assignment which will require me to lose my identity. Even I won’t know who I am. With a blink of an eye I slip into another dimension within the playing field. We are in a submarine in a room with many beds. There is a cleaning lady in the room on a break lying on one of the beds. She looks at me and recognizes who I am. With her recognition, I realize I don’t know who I am. The only thing I know is that she knows who I am. There is no turning back now.

The location we are in is under occupation. There are many men walking around who I did not invite here. I had allowed only one person in who in turn allowed the others in. Visiting hours are 2 12 and 5. Everyone here has a blood disease. They throw up on you. One guy has had an outbreak 3 times already. Doorknobs have yellow tags to indicate active infection. Knowing I just arrived on stage here, I instinctively know I’m not infected yet. I go into a restroom where I can be alone to plan out some form of strategy. There is a guy in one of the stalls who is throwing up. I have a sense that he is able to detect that I am not infected. Knowing I must flee, I realize I can fly but I unable to descend. He throws up on me like a bird regurgitating a meal for his young. Outside the restroom door, there is a procession of inmates walking by. In a vision I see a dove crossing a street.  Midway the dove begins to transform into a man and continuing his walk across the street.

The scene now changes. The war is over and my mission is ended. We are now at peace. It is inauguration day to welcome in the newly appointed High Commissioner. We are at the Council of Nations. There are television cameras capturing everything about this historic moment which marks the end of the war and the appointment of the new commissioner. Two singers are invited to sing for the new High Commissioner. The cameras pan the League of Nations where many sit. Over the loud speaker I hear them ask one of the angelic voices to stand and be known. “Angel #1 please stand and be known.” The excitement rolls like thunder through though the crowd. A beautiful blond woman stands in the distance and all begin to cheer. Unable to contain her excitement she runs a great distance to arrive at the podium to greet the new commissioner. Her hair is very long and very beautiful and her skin is milky white. She is glowing with admiration. She apparently deeply loves what she is doing to serve the commissioner. They pan the audience a second time and over the loud speaker I hear, “Angel #2 please stand and be known.”   Without even thinking she immediately stands and rushs down toward the podium to join with Angel #1. She is a vibrant red head with a milky grey colored skin that is strikingly distinct and beautiful. The two angels stand together at the podium. They hug and kiss as the crowds cheer in a thunderous moment of sheer bliss. Never before have two united as one in this way. As they hug and kiss the blond angel’s hand accidentally cups the breast of the red haired angel. It is an act so natural and befitting of an angel’s innocense and love.

The crowd now becomes completely silent. I am expecting to hear them sing but instead they drop into absolute silence as they look each other in the eyes. In their silence I become lucid and immediately drop into a vision within the dream. I am standing in front of a mirror. In the mirror I can see nothing except my third eye. It is not as I’d expect my third eye to look. My third eye is a radiant crystal suspended before me. Within the crystal I can see the many geometric facets and all the many dimensions contained within it. I can see the matrix a grid that separates the many dimensions. In the one I can see all. Wanting to touch it, I reach out my hand and with my index finger I gently lay my finger tip upon it. It seems to be nowhere yet in many places at once. My sense of touch is in all places where it exists. In response to my touch, my third eye crystal changes color to a brilliant passion red.

I hear a voice asking me to describe it. “What does it look like? Does it look like….?” No I answer…. immediately a wormhole appears with white and yellow light pulsating through it. It is so incredibly beautiful. I ask them if they can see what I am describing. In the wormhole I can see the city of Los Angeles. The buildings are melting away leaving behind the natural beauty of the land.

In recognition of my service to the mission I am granted an inheritance. Since I love animals they give me a pet shop full of many exotic animals. As I walk through the pet shop amazed that this could all be mine I am taken by group of lemurs sitting in an open cage. They are so cute I wonder if they can be held. I invite one to come upon me. He jumps into my arms and begins nibbling on my finger. He is toothless and completely harmless. I am so happy. This is something I will enjoy doing for the rest of my life; finding good homes for these more exotic creatures.

When my alarm sounded I simply opened my eyes for I was already awake. There was no need to snooze my alarm to meditate for I had been meditating all night long. I got up out of bed and marched into the bathroom to pee. Feeling so overwhelmed by my dreams I had to sit down to do my business and ponder over the nights events. As I sat there relieving my bladder I had a vision. Three women approached me. They were exquisitely beautiful. Their ethereal gowns glistened with pink and magenta sequins. Telepathically I heard a single word. “Shambala”.

This night was all over the place. How was I going to make sense of it all, yet I knew it held a profound message for me. Here are some things I discovered while researching.

The term “lemur” is derived from the Latin word lemures, meaning “spirits of the night” or “ghosts“. This likely refers to their large, reflective eyes and the wailing cries of some species (the Indri in particular). Female dominance is a very rare social structure in mammals only observed consistently in hyenas and lemurs.

In the Commonwealth of Nations, a High Commissioner is the senior diplomat (ranking as an ambassador) in charge of the diplomatic mission of one Commonwealth government to another.

Shambhala is a Sanskrit term meaning “place of peace tranquility and happiness”. Shakyamuni Buddha is said to have taught the Kalachakra tantra on request of King Suchandra of Shambhala; the teachings are also said to be preserved there. Shambhala is believed to be a society where all the inhabitants are enlightened, actually a Buddhist “Pure Land”, centered by a capital city called Kalapa. An alternative view associates Shambhala with the real empire of Sriwijaya where Buddhist master Atisha studied under Dharmakirti from whom he received the Kalachakra initiation.

The image is from the Kalachakra thangka from Sera Monastery. A “Thangka,” also known as “Tangka”, “Thanka” or “Tanka” is a painted or embroidered Buddhist banner which was hung in a monastery or a family altar and occasionally carried by monks in ceremonial processions. In Tibetan the word thang means flat, and thus the Thangka is a kind of painting done on flat surface but which can be rolled up when not required for display, sometimes called a scroll-painting. The most common shape of a Thangka is the upright rectangular form.

JUNE 20, 2008 — I’m reading Carlos Castaneda’s, “The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge” and came across this quote which rings true with where I am along my spiritual path and has resonance with the dream. Here he talks about the 4 things we must overcome. The first is Fear, the second is Clarity, the third is Power and the fouth is …..<haven’t read that far yet>.

“He must do what he did with fear: he must defy his clarity and use it only to see, and wait patiently and measure carefully before taking new steps; he must think, above all, that his clarity is almost a mistake. And a moment will come when he will understand that his clarity was only a point before his eyes. And thus he will have overcome his second enemy, and will arrive at a position where nothing can harm him anymore. This will not be a mistake. It will not be only a point before his eyes. It will be true power.

He will know at this point that the power he has been pursuing for so long is finally his. He can do with it whatever he pleases. His ally is at his command. His wish is the rule. He sees all that is around him. But he has also come across his third enemy: Power!”

June 4, 2008

The Rod of Asclepius

Rod of Asclepius Last night I had an interesting experience when I laid in bed to meditate. I quickly lost myself and later allowed myself to slip into a deep trance like state. I was just at the point of dropping into a deep sleep when I began to feel sick. Quivering, I pulled my arms in tightly around my body as I held my comforter to my chin. My teeth were chattering. I felt as if I was about to pass out. Telepathically, I sent out a distress signal as a cry for help. I felt I was dropping into a state of delirium.

Lying to the right of me was roommate. Noting my non verbal cry for help, he reached over and placed his hand on my forehead. I could clearly see his arm across my face as I felt the pressure of his hand as it rested on my forehead gauging my temperature. A part of me wondered how he had responded so quickly.

To my left immediately appeared an EMS attendant from some emergency medical team. She wore a black cap with a silver symbol on the front of it that glistened with the dim light that filtered into the room from the street light below my bedroom windows. She reached out and grabbed my right arm. I slowly became more aware realizing that whoever was next to me couldn’t possibly be my roommate namely because we don’t sleep together and secondly because he had not been home tonight.

My mouth was definitely quivering. Where were these ill feelings coming from? Why was I feeling sick? The person’s arm was still resting on my forehead. I decided to reach for my voice recorder. As I reached for it, a jackal appeared in front of me and sniffed me. I ignored it and quickly proceeded to grab my recorder from my nightstand. I quickly recorded the details.

I could still feel the EMS attendant touching my arm feeling my pulse. I thought the physical sensations might be my cat sleeping next to me. I moved slightly to see if I could feel the cat. Nothing Sable was not beside me, yet the touch against my skin was very real such that even my comforter was moving. They were examining me with their medical equipment. I then looked for my dog but could not see or feel him anywhere next to me. Was I really in my bedroom? I held my voice recorder while they continued their examination. It was out of this world. Once they were done and I was feeling better they disappeared as quickly as they had appeared. Before leaving the attendant to my left held out she had to me. I saw her face. She had a human face. Her vibration seemed higher than those previously around me. I knew she had been there all along protecting me. I quickly reached out my hand to touch hers. She was the last and only one to say goodbye. I was now alone in my bedroom. My dog was sleeping quietly at the foot of the bed. My cat was nowhere in sight. Who were my visitors? It was comforting to know help is merely a heart beat away.

In the morning my roommate came home at 7am before my alarm had sounded. I heard him disarm the security alarm system. My dog started barking and ran downstairs to greet him. After settling down I called the dog back up onto my bed. Mystified by my experience this night I decided to take advantage of my early wake up and meditate to see if I could go back to the scene where I was when all this happened. I quickly had a remote viewing session where everything I was seeing had a deep forest green tint to it. The beings around me were definitely alien humanoid creatures. I could see them moving about. The video within my mind was shaking which caused the image to distort slightly making it difficult to focus. The shaking made it difficult to clearly see their faces or read any of the writing that was present on the tables and monitors. I still wondered if I was in my bedroom or not when it happened. I definitely had access to my voice recorder but does this mean I was in my bedroom? There were approximately 12 attendants around me in a very dimly lit green operating room. Their skin appeared to be shiny with leather like quality. They had large almond shaped eyes. I have seen these aliens before many times. It suddenly made sense as information from my subconscious came streaming in. I had made the connection. There are many dimensions occurring at the same time. Not all dimensions are aware of each other and some are only able to look down in frequency or tone or vibration hence the color of the setting. Depending on my vibration I too am only aware of certain frequencies. Frequency is a term I am using for lack of a better word with which to describe what is happening. There are two sides to the same coin.

I looked up EMS on Wikipedia and was led to the rod of Asclepius which is what I received from the attendant who said goodbye.

The rod of Asclepius (also known as the rod of Asklepios, rod of Aesculapius or asklepian[1]) is an ancient Greek symbol associated with astrology and with healing the sick through medicine. It consists of a serpent entwined around a staff. Asclepius, the son of Apollo, was a practitioner of medicine in ancient Greek mythology.

The rod of Asclepius symbolizes the healing arts by combining the serpent, which in shedding its skin is a symbol of rebirth and fertility, with the staff, a symbol of authority befitting the god of Medicine. The snake wrapped around the staff is widely claimed to be a species of rat snake, Elaphe longissima, also known as the Aesculapian or Asclepian snake. It is native to southeastern Europe, Asia Minor, and some central European spa regions, apparently brought there by Romans for their healing properties.

Asclepius (Greek) is the god of medicine and healing in ancient Greek mythology. Asclepius represents the healing aspect of the medical arts, while his daughters Hygieia, Meditrina, Iaso, Aceso, Aglæa/Ægle and Panacea (literally, “all-healing”) symbolize the forces of cleanliness, medicine and healing, respectively.

May 23, 2008

Documentary is Now on YouTube

I’m so excited. The video documentary I did for public broadcasting of my near death experience and subsequent dreams and altered states of awareness is now on You Tube in it’s entirety.

http://www.youtube.com/RubenBailey

Thanks to Shortpants Productions I was given a copy of the taping which I promptly converted to Window Media format to compress it and slice it into 19 chapters and posted all of them on You Tube. Even I was surprised when I saw the video for the first time myself. It had me at the edge of my seat. I don’t know where the words came from to fill a total running time of 1hr:41min:20sec but in my opionion it was flawless. It transitioned beautifully. It introduces my book which I published last year.

I wanted to share the link with everyone so you can see it and share it with any of your friends who might be interested. I believe we as Lightworkers have the responsibility of creating the web of light by linking to each other across our global Internet to spread our message. I hope it will help raise awareness of the power of dreams to help us transcend our physical realty and bring us to an awakened state of consciousness.

I’m going to see how I can get the DVD which is (unsliced and not compressed) duplicated to give away and pass around.

I used the Arecibo Message as my backdrop because as with dreams it too uses symbols to relay a message out into the unknown vastness of space. And just like the Areciebo Reply I too feel like someone intelligence out there has received my message and is actively trying to communicate with me through my dreams by they celestial beings, ascended beings from other dimensions or extraterrrestrials. There is no doubt my messages have been received and are being answered.

Also see PBS Link to Documentary on right under Pages

May 18, 2008

You're Mona!

This 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.

May 14, 2008

The Twilight Zone

A strange thing happened to me last night as I was lying in bed meditating. As usual I began to see the wonderfully colorful lights pan back and forth in my minds eye. I then saw children approach floating in the void space within my mind. They asked if they could approach me. I mentally agreed allowing them to come near to me. The closer they came the deeper I went into trance. I was however fully conscious and aware of everything that was happening. They said they had brought me something that I had been longing for. One of them preceded to hand me an etheric substance which he held in the palm of his right hand that I can only describe as some form of etheric plasma. It was a very dense luminescent blue color. It was similar to the substance that gathers to form spirit energy but this was highly concentrated. He asked me to hold out my hand to receive the gift of spirit. He then placed it in the palm of my left hand. In awe I examined it carefully massaging it gracefully with my fingers to feel its consistency. This was the purest form I had ever seen; like soap suds it clung to my hand. This gift of spirit was virgin in the sense that it had never been used to manifest any form before. This was the substance with which creation unfolds.

The children sat around me as we all watched with great intent. I lost myself in the awe of the moment. I then turned to my partner and told him to turn and look at what was in my hand, but he was fast asleep lying next to me. Wanting him to share in this moment with me, I nudged him with my right elbow being careful not to take my eyes off this precious gift which I held in my hand. In that same moment I felt something suddenly hit the left side of my nose. Startled but still within the trance I realized I don’t have a partner so who is this person lying next to me? I then opened my eyes to figure out what had hit my face.

I opened my eyes and literally had to back away from a green probe that hung suspended within an inch of the bridge of my nose. It looked like a robotic arm of some sort. It too was etheric and luminescent. The length of the arm formed a tunnel a vortex through which I could see multi colored light streaming toward me. I quickly closed my eyes again and found myself back in the trance from which I had just come out of. My partner to my right who I know doesn’t exist in real life was still lying next to me. I then considered this mystery carefully and noticed my arm and elbow, with which I had just bumped my partner to get his attention, was hovering just above the bridge of where his nose would be.

Welcome to the Twilight Zone moment.

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 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.

February 22, 2008

New World Colonies

I had a dream where I was lucid. A part of me knows this is not a dream but instead I am actually in an alternate reality. I realize I am on a space ship that is about to land on its home planet. Knowing I am experiencing something that I have always dreamed of experiencing I take advantage of my lucid state and closely examine, validate and test everything I see. I look closely out the windows to the dry desert landscape below. I closely examine the make up of the space ship. It is not made of metal but instead of a very light cardboard type substance that is extremely durable. The ship is a metallic green color. The windows are very large such that observation is the purpose of the windows. I can see that this planet has streets and fairways very similar to those you’d expect to find on earth. In otherwords, people here have similar needs as those on earth. This is a newly populated planet. I can see clearly that the technology here far exceeds that of earth. The cars are made to resist accidental damage. I have been invited here to help establish the first colonies on this planet. I ask someone, “What planet is this?” To this question, I receive no verbal response, yet a part of me knows everything about this place in the universe. It is completely and totally known to me. We debark from the craft and enter a building complex adjacent to the landing pad. Everything here is new. I’m shown where I will live. My family is with me.

November 16, 2007

The Little Buddha's Thimble

These were incredible dreams as usual. I was having a dream where I am in a movie theatre. As I’m waiting for the movie to begin I notice it is awfully dark. It then occurs to me to stick my hands in front of my face to see if I can see them. I immediately become lucid. I then notice that the further from me that I place my hands my hands seem to disappear with distance. Wanting to disappear myself into the unknown matrix before me I decide to move forward into the disappearing unknown. I then have a false awakening yet I remain within the theatre. I can’t seem to move. I’m stuck as if I am being held down by some invisible force. I relax and mediate knowing I’ve been able to trigger an out of body experience before under these circumstances. I manage to move forward just a few inches. I then realize if I can’t move forward let me grab on to whatever is in front of me and pull back into my reality. I then leap forward grabbing whatever I can and immediately pull back.

I immediately awoke from the dream. Held tightly in my arms was the spirit of a man. He looked at me in shock and said to me, “…but you died?” “I am not dead,” I said. I allowed him to look around at my world for a few moments then I gently guided him back into the dimension from where he came.

I then meditated and gently returned to the wakeful dream. I then heard him telling others about his vision of me and how I had died and had now come back as a ghost. As he is saying this to the others I appear in their world. I am now apparently a ghost within their world. They showed me how I had died. I had been pushed out of a moving vehicle. My body went rolling down a mountainous ravine. I relived the painful event as they recounted the story and when my spirit left my body I awoke in another dimension. It was a beautiful and peaceful experience even though the death was very tragic and very painful. I somehow knew it was meant to happen that way. I welcomed my death. I was shown around my celestial home where many were congregating to greet me on my return. It felt like a mystical place in India with many scents and musical tones. I then heard the sound of a baby cry in the distance. I understood their language even though it was not English. I understood it to be my native tongue.

I could now see the baby who was wearing bangles on my wrists, waist and feet. He was learning to stand up on his own and walk. I somehow knew this child to be the Little Buddha. I asked to see him. I wanted to hold him and meet him. I felt he was being concealed by his family for reasons unknown to me. His importance was shrouded in great secrecy. No one knew, but I somehow knew the truth. I was allowed to go over and hold him in my arms. He seemed to want to cling to me as if I was its mother. As I gave him back he made one final gesture by out stretching his little hand toward me. I grabbed his little hand and immediately dropped into a painful state of ecstasy. There was great joy and bliss to be found in the pain. It was like nothing I had ever felt before in my life.

I was then given a tour of this celestial home. I was taken to meet an androgynous being who reminded me of a Hindu god. He was so peaceful I felt his bliss. Streams of light flowed from his body. He looked at me with endearing and passionate eyes. His story he did tell me in a single glance. I then knew he was the Buddha. I was then allowed to choose a souvenir to bring back with me. I chose a thimble. In the thimble I had concealed the etheric essence of this celestial world. They caught on to what I was trying to do. So they took the thimble from me and removed the spiritual embers that burned with passion within the thimble. They said I could not take them with me for their home was in the heavens, so they emptied the thimble and handed it back to me.

They then said that instead they would allow me to bring back a secret. They walked me down a long corridor to a room with a double door. They opened the doors to reveal the system responsible for the physical laws required to achieve interstellar travel. He said I could reproduce this system on earth. My eyes must have bulged out 10 times their normal size. “Are you kidding me? I’m not a physicist,” I said. He replied, “But I just gave you the secret, would you like me to show that to you again?” I said, “You better because I don’t know what you are talking about.” He then showed me a model simulation that would make it easier for me to understand. It looked something like a lava lamp with electrical impulses that flowed through the interstellar medium similar to a light bulb. I understood the interior space to represent outer space. I could see the luminous jelly like space ships within the lava lamp taking their needed energy from the space within. Underneath the belly of each craft was a spinning wheel that spun rhythmically with sacred geometry and the light stream of consciousness.

In the story of the Little Buddha, a Hindu Prince called Siddhartha embarks on a journey to attain enlightenment and is viewed by the children in the Story. Mara, a jealous demon, senses that Siddhartha (Keanu Reeves) is about to attain enlightenment and sends his daughters to distract him. Failing to do so, he attempts to shatter Siddhartha’s resolve and thus begins an onslaught of threats, intimidation and temptation. Mara summons a terrifying horde of monsters of every conceivable description but even something as horrific as this still leaves Siddhartha unmoved, unperturbed. Instead he transforms the weapons which these hosts threw at him into lotus petals which exude a lovely fragrance as they gently floated down to earth. Mara decides that Siddhartha will not deny himself and turns into his image in a reflection on a pool of water. Instead Siddhartha reaches and pulls the image out of the water. The classic Buddhist dialogue between Mara and Siddhartha takes place:

Mara: “You who go where others dare not; Will you be my God? The architect of my house?” Siddhartha: “Finally I meet the illusion of self; Your evil house will not be built again.” Mara: “But you live in me; I am your house.” Siddhartha: “O, trickster; phantom of my own ego, you are pure illusion. You, self, do not exist. The earth is my witness to this Supreme Enlightenment.”

Lama Norbu explains that Siddhartha defeated an army of demons, simply through his observance of patience and tolerance. He achieved great peacefulness and compassion, through self-detachment from illusions.

I was currious why of all things I had chosen a thimble to bring back. So I went to my trusted Wikipedia and learned that thimbles were used to measure spirits. Interesting play on words.

I was also unfamiliar with the exact meaning of Interstellar so I promptly looked it up on Wikipedia which lead me to Interstellar Medium.

Before modern electromagnetic theory early physicists postulated that an invisible luminiferous aether existed as a medium to carry lightwaves. It was assumed that this aether extended into interstellar space, as R. H. Patterson wrote in 1862, “This efflux occasions a thrill, or vibratory motion, in the ether which fills the interstellar spaces” (Ess. Hist. & Art 10).

In the late 19th century, luminiferous aether (or ether), meaning light-bearing aether, was the term used to describe a medium for the propagation of light.[1] The word aether stems via Latin from the Greek αἰθήρ, from a root meaning to kindle, burn, or shine. It signified the substance thought in ancient times to fill the upper regions of space, beyond the clouds.

Later theories including special relativity were formulated without the concept of aether. Today the aether is regarded as a superseded scientific theory.

Maybe it is time we revisit those old theories. They may hold more truth than our skeptical minds assume.

September 28, 2007

Copper: The Philosopher's Stone

I had a dream last night that had a sense of great importance to it. In the dream, I find myself at a town square in a Russian city. I am standing watching the people stroll by through the square. It is so cold here the streets are covered in ice and people are actually ice-skating in order to get around. I notice that the people here don’t seem to be affected by the cold weather. Everyone has a milky complexion, almost ghostly in nature. It then occurs to me that I used to live here at one time. This place was once home to me.

There is about to be free for all event that would entitle the winner to the jackpot of winnings. From the top of one of the building along the square the organizers are going to hurl a container out onto the square. The person that is the first to retrieve the container get to keep all of the entire contents.

I now find myself at the top of the building with the other organizers of the event. They are showing me the contents. It is a small box, with a copper lid and an ivory bottom. This smaller box is being place in a much larger box 100 times the size of the original box. I can see the larger box now. It is entirely made of copper. The box is rectangular and is almost the size of the town square. I can’t imagine them being able to push that thing far enough to land somewhere in the center of the town square.

Someone then pushes the rectangular copper box and it barely makes it over the edge and lands just feet from the edge of the square and is encompassing 2/3rds of the square. The participants down below are confused. They thought they were supposed to scurry to collect the contents of the box but the box has landed larger than life directly in front of them. It literally came to them. They don’t get it. Finally, one guy catches on to the monster sized copper box sitting in front of his eyes. He then takes his index finger and middle finger and taps on the ground two times then places his hand on the copper box. This is all that was needed for anyone to do to claim the prize. He is now the winner. I go down below to speak with him to share in his excitement. He is thinking … “that was too easy”. As I hear his thoughts in my head and my eyes meet his I realize he is me.

Why did this dream come with such a great sense of importance? I decided to do a bit of research to see what I might uncover. Copper was obviously a major theme. I know the connection between copper and pennies but did copper have any other significance here. To Wikipedia I go to find out everything I can about copper.

“Copper occupies the same family of the periodic table as silver and gold. In alchemy the symbol for copper was also the symbol for Venus which is also the symbol for Man.”
“Copper occupies the same family of the periodic table as silver and gold. In alchemy the symbol for copper was also the symbol for Venus which is also the symbol for Man.”

“The best known goals of the alchemists were the transmutation of common metals into gold or silver (less well known is plant alchemy, or “spagyric”); the creation of a “panacea,” a remedy that supposedly would cure all diseases and prolong life indefinitely; and the discovery of a universal solvent.[1] Although these were not the only uses for the science, they were the ones most documented and well known. Starting with the Middle Ages, European alchemists invested much effort on the search for the “philosopher’s stone”, a legendary substance that was believed to be an essential ingredient for either or both of those goals. The philosopher’s stone was believed to mystically amplify the user’s knowledge of alchemy so much that anything was attainable.”

Magnum opus
Main article: Magnum opus
The Great Work; mystic interpretation of its three stages:[4]
•           nigredo(-putrefactio), blackening(-putrefaction): individuation, purification, burnout of impureness; see also Suns in alchemy – Sol Niger
•           albedo, whitening: spiritualisation, enlightenment
•           rubedo, reddening: unification of man with god, unification of the limited with the unlimited.