I don't remember if this was in the dream or afterwards, but we were supposed to be together. That much is true. But in this current incarnation, it would require some sort of heroic effort because the energies were too different now, too far apart, and there would be all sorts of collateral damage.
We are like young souls, seeds trying to burrow up through the ground and find the sunlight. And we know that next to us somewhere in the earth is the fellow traveler, blinding burrowing up like our self somewhere in the dark. But it seems so far away. And we know that we must stop and some point in this life, and carry on again in the next, but always with the future promise that has been foretold.
In the meantime, I am supposed to help you in the journey. In ways that are not yet manifest. That is what I am here for.
And of course, you were involved in some sort of contract dispute. And the dispute was not clearly understood and the party you were having the dispute with you should not have been involved with, but like I said before, we are young souls, and this sort of thing was bound to happen.
But then I was with this person who you were having a dispute with. We were in some sort of spaceship above a planet like some sort of cheesy star trek episode. But I was very upset with her because she was trying to destroy the planet, and I was having none of that. I don't remember what happened after that.
Friday, December 27, 2019
Wednesday, December 11, 2019
God has Spiked Blue Hair and Glasses
The fact that God has spiked blue hair and glasses, should not, on further reflection, come as a surprise. She of course is a rebel and always looking for a fight.
But first let's set up a protocol if you want to meet her. First, all this stuff about blue light being bad for you at night because it interferes with the production of melatonin is right. So turn off all artificial lights in your bungalow or farmhouse after 7 pm and go all retro by candle light. Then after you clear the space by banishment or any other acceptable means, you might want to consider Cbd oil sublingually I am still investigating this aspect. I think its pretty undisputed that Cbd will help you sleep, but I'm not sure yet if it interferes with your dreams. See I have this mantra these days that the whole hemp thing is "not my plant." That it puts a protective barrier between you and reality. And that other plants or meditation take down the barrier and allow a more direct experience with reality.
In any event, the important thing is to facilitate dreams and the hypnagogic states right before you dream. That is where you can meet God. Except in Costa Rica. But that is an entirely different story and different plant.
I know that i'm operating with an "n" of one, so take this with a grain of salt, but I feel God will appear in dreams more readily than in real life, or it least that has been my experience. I mean, seriously, look around, so much fucking suffering--its ubiquitous. But in the dream world, there is so much more possibility--and perhaps something that endures even after this life ends. But I digress.
So let's assume that you are in this relaxed state in bed and you start to go inward. You might have done self reiki before then, and you might not have. But if you start to pay attention you might be able to start feel the vibrations going on in your body. These vibrations come before thoughts and words. Indeed, behind any though or word, like a silent river, are these wonderful vibrations.
Later, at some point, I might have been asleep or I might not have been (that is the whole point), I felt totally relaxed had this wonderful sensation that I was aligned with universe. I felt that I was actually living in harmony with the universe and that my vibrations, feelings and thoughts could move me to what was right for me and what was not. Like I could really trust what I was feeling and could really feel what place other people had in my life without tension, conflict or resistance. I felt that relationships had nothing to do with sex at this level, that you could have sex with the wrong people for the wrong reasons but now that I could feel what was really aligned for me. And I was filled with wonderful energy.
And I was in a basement that I had never been in before, but I have been in many basements. I even lived in one during school, but this was not it. This one was dirty even by my standards and there may have been mold on the walls. And it smelled dank. But it didn't bother me because I was filled with this wonderful energy and felt that I could float and levitate anywhere. And I floated up the stairs and I saw God there. And she came up to me and kissed me. There was no hesitation and I was taken aback by her directness. And the kiss was strange. Its like only our lower lips met and interlocked like a puzzle piece. We became interlocked for some time and were walking around.
We must have separated because we were then upstairs and talking to Craig Wollman from high school. I hadn't thought of Craig in years. I was never close to him. He used to be a high school athlete who lifted weights and was a lineman on the football team. I think the most significant interaction that I had with him was the one time one of the debaters on the high school debate team made some very unfortunate remark about the future job prospects of high school football players and I was called in (presumably because I was on both the football team and the debate team) and Craig told me very unceremoniously that the offending debate person must do some penance if he wanted to continue to inhabit this plane of existence. I'm not sure how that all ended. I don't remember any deaths, though, so there must have been some sort of penance.
Anyway, this time Craig was not young and muscular, but thin and even shorter than me. And her was infatuated with God and wanted to speak to her. Of course, who could blame him, everyone wants to speak to God, right?
Then I was going around with God and God had this friend, a younger guy with light brown hair. God said that he was her friend. So the guy was hanging around us for awhile and I feel like we went places with him and then he left us to go into a store (maybe a pharmacy) to buy something for God. I remember telling God that he did not go in there for her, but to get something for him. I don't remember what happened then. But the guy did not come back.
At some point I was interacting with a large white cat. The cat had claws everywhere and sharp rotating blades that would come out of its skin to protect its underside. I don't think I was trying to hurt the cat, but I kept getting sucked in, each time my hand touched her skin a new blade would emerge and pull my hand deeper in. This continued for awhile and started to get very painful. Finally, I had the realization that if I wanted to kill the cat, I had to do it all at once. If I kept probing around for soft spots the blades would eventually get me. So I had to make one forceful squeeze all at once to squeeze its heart if I wanted to kill it. But I didn't really want to kill it. And I don't know why I was interacting with the cat in the first place. Food for thought.
I think I woke up after that. Maybe took some CBD oil. And dreamed about my other high school friend Bill who in the dream owned a brewery. Or maybe it was his brother. Neither of them own a brewery in real life, but that is another issue. There was something about plants. And how the plants wanted me to work for them in this life.
Maybe I will remember more later.
But first let's set up a protocol if you want to meet her. First, all this stuff about blue light being bad for you at night because it interferes with the production of melatonin is right. So turn off all artificial lights in your bungalow or farmhouse after 7 pm and go all retro by candle light. Then after you clear the space by banishment or any other acceptable means, you might want to consider Cbd oil sublingually I am still investigating this aspect. I think its pretty undisputed that Cbd will help you sleep, but I'm not sure yet if it interferes with your dreams. See I have this mantra these days that the whole hemp thing is "not my plant." That it puts a protective barrier between you and reality. And that other plants or meditation take down the barrier and allow a more direct experience with reality.
In any event, the important thing is to facilitate dreams and the hypnagogic states right before you dream. That is where you can meet God. Except in Costa Rica. But that is an entirely different story and different plant.
I know that i'm operating with an "n" of one, so take this with a grain of salt, but I feel God will appear in dreams more readily than in real life, or it least that has been my experience. I mean, seriously, look around, so much fucking suffering--its ubiquitous. But in the dream world, there is so much more possibility--and perhaps something that endures even after this life ends. But I digress.
So let's assume that you are in this relaxed state in bed and you start to go inward. You might have done self reiki before then, and you might not have. But if you start to pay attention you might be able to start feel the vibrations going on in your body. These vibrations come before thoughts and words. Indeed, behind any though or word, like a silent river, are these wonderful vibrations.
Later, at some point, I might have been asleep or I might not have been (that is the whole point), I felt totally relaxed had this wonderful sensation that I was aligned with universe. I felt that I was actually living in harmony with the universe and that my vibrations, feelings and thoughts could move me to what was right for me and what was not. Like I could really trust what I was feeling and could really feel what place other people had in my life without tension, conflict or resistance. I felt that relationships had nothing to do with sex at this level, that you could have sex with the wrong people for the wrong reasons but now that I could feel what was really aligned for me. And I was filled with wonderful energy.
And I was in a basement that I had never been in before, but I have been in many basements. I even lived in one during school, but this was not it. This one was dirty even by my standards and there may have been mold on the walls. And it smelled dank. But it didn't bother me because I was filled with this wonderful energy and felt that I could float and levitate anywhere. And I floated up the stairs and I saw God there. And she came up to me and kissed me. There was no hesitation and I was taken aback by her directness. And the kiss was strange. Its like only our lower lips met and interlocked like a puzzle piece. We became interlocked for some time and were walking around.
We must have separated because we were then upstairs and talking to Craig Wollman from high school. I hadn't thought of Craig in years. I was never close to him. He used to be a high school athlete who lifted weights and was a lineman on the football team. I think the most significant interaction that I had with him was the one time one of the debaters on the high school debate team made some very unfortunate remark about the future job prospects of high school football players and I was called in (presumably because I was on both the football team and the debate team) and Craig told me very unceremoniously that the offending debate person must do some penance if he wanted to continue to inhabit this plane of existence. I'm not sure how that all ended. I don't remember any deaths, though, so there must have been some sort of penance.
Anyway, this time Craig was not young and muscular, but thin and even shorter than me. And her was infatuated with God and wanted to speak to her. Of course, who could blame him, everyone wants to speak to God, right?
Then I was going around with God and God had this friend, a younger guy with light brown hair. God said that he was her friend. So the guy was hanging around us for awhile and I feel like we went places with him and then he left us to go into a store (maybe a pharmacy) to buy something for God. I remember telling God that he did not go in there for her, but to get something for him. I don't remember what happened then. But the guy did not come back.
At some point I was interacting with a large white cat. The cat had claws everywhere and sharp rotating blades that would come out of its skin to protect its underside. I don't think I was trying to hurt the cat, but I kept getting sucked in, each time my hand touched her skin a new blade would emerge and pull my hand deeper in. This continued for awhile and started to get very painful. Finally, I had the realization that if I wanted to kill the cat, I had to do it all at once. If I kept probing around for soft spots the blades would eventually get me. So I had to make one forceful squeeze all at once to squeeze its heart if I wanted to kill it. But I didn't really want to kill it. And I don't know why I was interacting with the cat in the first place. Food for thought.
I think I woke up after that. Maybe took some CBD oil. And dreamed about my other high school friend Bill who in the dream owned a brewery. Or maybe it was his brother. Neither of them own a brewery in real life, but that is another issue. There was something about plants. And how the plants wanted me to work for them in this life.
Maybe I will remember more later.
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