š„Ecstatic Meanderings and the Beastly Rebellionš„
šÆā¦.Dreamtime nov.7,2014ā¦.šÆ
In the Dream, I and a group of people decide to take Ecstasy/MDMA and the result is an intense DreamRoll indistinguishable from Waking Conscious experience of same. Except that eventually the labrynth leads into a much stranger series of events......in which, as the effects of the drug begin to wear off, I became suddenly cautious of what I am doing, and feeling and know that it has the capacity to open doors that I may not want to open, at least not in this particular Dream. So I am with the Group in a pickup truck that is Speeding up a steep and curved mountain road.......but I jump from the back, not wanting to be carried along with the momentum of the group mind, and wary now of the imbibimg of Substances. As I wander in the dark forests along the road, I start to question my decision, but it seems too late , they are gone from sight and from earshot and the pickup truck is incapable of slowing or straying from its narrow road.
Scenery shifts and I am in a very large building, which seems to be some kind of childrens home/hospital/school......not quite sure what....I am with several others, one of whom I know very well in DReamtime but do not actually have a fleshCentered relationship. It seems to be 'business as usual' at first, but then we become aware that the zoo down the street has lost power, the Grid has shut down or faltered, or something has interfered with the locking/cage mechanisms.....we seem to know this palpably but intuitively at first, without actually seeing anything. A very intense presence, or ConglomerationOfPresences seems to be rolling towards us, as a thick dark primal ball of Energy that we can feel and sense, and whose primal nature makes us wary. Everyone in the room we are in, seems oblivious, except for me and my Friend....who after sensing this energy coming toward us, immediately climb the walls into a vent hole or something, trying to get as high off the ground as possible. At this point there is chaos below us as the people are running and trying to hide, fearful and yet totally unable to orient themselves enough to think and act in survival mode. Its all out panic. My friend and I can feel the fear below us, and we KNOW that we have to do something, because the people in the building have no innate sense of how to deal with this, whereas, for us, it seems that we are coming face to face with something we have seen and dealt with before, perhaps for aeons...... We can hear a snarl, a very loud vibrating resonating Tigers growl, we hear it before we see it, but we know that we must move, we must get out of the building, because being stuck in those walls, is going to be Death and Disaster. Just as the tiger becomes visible, we have manifested a tunnel that leads from the vent hole we have been hiding in....and out we scurry. Our Intent is to get out of the building, find some resources that can help us save the others, and return, hopefully to find that every living soul within the building is not completely ravaged. Thru a series of very ninja-esque maneuvers, with run-ins with many predators and angry animals, we eventually get out to a main hallway, and we know that we must close and lock every door behind us AS WE NAVIGATE, so that we can contain the beasts until we can deal with them appropriately. WE somehow know that the other people/children etc in the building are at least somewhat taken care of and safe, and our main focus is in leaving the building quickly. At this point, the building starts to turn into a series of peoples homes, all within one large contained space. There is one family in particular, who we come across, and who we warn. This family is the brother in law of a good friend of mine, and he has several children....We need to escape thru this particular house/room, and are trying to explain what is going on. One of this mans small boys speaks to us, and seems to understand what is happening. The father points up and says something about all the toy animals on strings hanging from the ceiling of the room....the father says that the boy wanted him to tie them up there, as a game, but that in doing so, the animals became suspended over the space in a protective manner, almost as if they were caretaking this particular child/family/space.....because of the intuitive Honoring this child had done for them(the animals). This all starts to add up into a picture of what is actually going on in Dream, and we lock the doors to the space and leave the father and his kids inside, knowing they are safe within those parameters at least.
The moment we get out of the building feels like we have left a giant enclosure of Uncertainty and Snarling Repressed Energies ready to devour....but not in a malicious way, more because they have been locked within the cages of the zoo for so long the only way to remember Who They Are is to act out ferociously their Nature, following the pendulum swing all the way to the left, as they regain their knowledge of Primal Self. We make our way to another large brick building, and by this time, we are concerned that no one will believe us or take us seriously....and will not give us the supplies we need in order to rescue the other people. This building feels almost like a CIA headquarters or some other insidious 'toward the top of the pyramid' establishment......everyone seems to be operating in a very suspicious and wary manner, with something to hide. We start to get the feeling that if we do not get out of THERE, we are REALLY in trouble, as the awareness that THIS ZOO of beasts is FAR MORE DANGEROUS than the now feral creatures stalking the city. We scavenge a few supplies and hurriedly make our way back toward the building we left.
by this time, we know that the animals have taken over, that they are not just running rampant eating everything and everyone in a feeding frenzy. They are very consciously orchestrating a scenario in which they take control of the establishment that has imprisoned them for so long. We sneak around, knowing that this is going to have to be a very Intentional battle, and at this point we are unsure as to whether we should not actually JOIN the creatures instead of fight against them. AT the bottom of the building where I would consider a basement to be, or the entrance to one, is a chimpanzee dressed in a generals outfit, standing guard....very placidly, but very intently. WE go around the other side. Every entrance is being guarded by some particular form of animal.. Then, I get separated from my Friend, and I am in a forest outside the building, and I hear the Snarl, I feel the Energy of Immense Power..........at this moment I regain lucidity and realize I am in Dreamtime ( I had known this in the first part of dream, but after jumping from truck and wandering the forest I lost Consciousness) and yet, I know that this Energy is nothing to mess around with, Its There and its Coming, regardless of whether I KNOW IT TO BE, or whether I AM UNCONSCIOUSLY FIGHTING THE AWARENESS OF IT....I cannot just erase it from my Psych, nor can I just stop the dream and change it....I am Focused Inside It in such a way that something very important is taking place in the nethers, and I know that to try and Awaken myself out of the Discomforting nature of the events/Dreamtime would actually stall or halt the process taking place. Even with the Awareness that this Huge Tiger cannot physically harm me, i.e knowing I am in Dreamtime, I am still wary of it....I see a huge tree, some of the limbs are unsteady but the trunk is large and being an excellent climber I have faith I can get up it in a timely manner, to at least keep the Tiger at bay for a while longer. I scurry up the tree. The tiger starts to climb the tree after me, and I feel as if I am coming face to face with Infinity. As the Tigers immense jaws open and a deafening roar envelops me, I stop resisting. I enter its throat and suddenly my body is gone, and I am pure sensation, and a highpitched tonal sound reverberates thru the darkness, in which I am now embodied, as particles, touching everything.
This is the swan song..... Demonacrobaticommunist beer pong twisted into misty fists of sovietLiberal newDawns In Daze of Knights in masks and disArmoured Rights and Lefts that rise enMasse to hail the new Pawns as they are swapped for Queens and Kings on the chessboard of Light and Dark flights of Fancy Rapt Attention as sewn Dissension begets new Dimensions of Red Imposition
Get into position My friends Let's say this simply so the useful idiots Can begin to rescind their terror Let's open leaden lids and wipe the mirror Clean, this dream is about to get more twisted Yet, Resistence just a false flag assistance from the Scripted Set and Setting as Debts are counted and regrets embedded in mounting Systems of Slavery
The flavor of this mess Order out of chaos as the agitators profess ....politik pointing to prolific policies of pathetic arrest of sovereignty as the blessed messengers confess their incompetency
This is the Swan Song I want to say it straight but my finger-tongue obfuscates and nameless shame penetrates reminiscences of the defenseless days of burning stakes and bludgeoned brains laid to Waste in bodies I've been alive inside in times like these in lives that bleed the broken neural codes that fold me back into Somatic Steeds that weave my Soul through dreams and Seams too numerous and bold to behold in scenes that flicker through golden Reels of Old.
This is the Swan Song Born once more to bore my way through this maze of Youth and Age in a new Play written on the script of the burning Page that smoulders with the smoke of Burning Sages On the stage of Time, trapped by my own Will to Feel the rage and Weild the Wage of War up my Spine.... Just trying to climb my way out... Rewind the fine twine of the cage of mind and threads that bind me to this climate of crime projected from inside the blind screen of shouting demons Acrobats of simulated semen priming the new aeon to line up.... One.... More.... Time..... As the Cycles Ride the Tide of this Massive Wave of mutating Mind..... in a sideways glance I watch as the Trance takes over.... The melody of mania dances through the crowds as the Swan Song Hovers...... frozen.....
She said āI am often astounded at seemingly intelligent people who are no more than marionettes to various programmed responses. ā
You said : āhear hear!ā
She said āMost likely you will think Iām referring to āall those other peopleā and not youā
You said āoh dear, how weird.::ā
She said āBut whoever You are if youāre reading this Itās highly probable that you are guilty of shouting out toc tic software programmed right into your Hard drive I mean your mindā
You said ānot I, not I, I am a completely autonomous free-thinking individual.::::ā
She said āBecause real estate is Inside the Self And if you believe these memetic catch phrase trigger-terrors that are colored either Red or blue And drip-fed into you You are a robot who can no longer remember that you lost Your sole Back there In the path Where your shoe Became too big for your foot. ā
You said ā yes, yes! Damn world will Burn now that itās been colored with Red Crayonā
She said ā ā¦ā¦.repeat repeat repeat after me::: itās utterly pointless to explain when the circumference Is wound too tight around oneās brain: point taken, right out from center. ā
Each side feels entirely justified In their hatred It was planted inSide Each wide open I Thinks it sees what Lies Beneath The threshold of Belief ā¦.thinks itself revolutionary A bastion of truth On this merry-go-round ā¦.carnival set loose Within the fairy ring of Loud Mouths Proclaiming their own Bias To be so Sweetly Sound
Each Side swears this is the End Of Something But What Thing is It That is crumbling Now? Where is the finger pointed? Sharpened like pencils Scribbling within stenciled lines To draw the boundary Around their captured mindsā¦::: Terror and fear, ( oh dearā¦. Hear we go again The pendulum swings and brings The opposite demons into the ring) That which one cannot Own Within Becomes the Face of the Beast That threatens to Swallow the World :::l i s t e n. U p. B o y s. N. G i r l s::: Untangle the threads in Your own bitter heads Defragment your own HeartDrive And own your own sins Because what you See Is What You Look With Clear the connection And strengthen the bandwidth So you donāt fall Prey To the illusions that āTheyā Have woven into your brains.
āWhen you're out on the road and feelin' quite lost Consider the burden of fame And he who is wise will not criticize When other men fail at the gameā
Take A Deep Breath Reel in your Ache The frightened Eyelids Believe they are awake But the heavy weight Of the masters of Fate Are spinning and spinning As the sleepers debateā¦.
The strangest thing about living behind screens Are the I~s who believe They can hide their own seams But the constant toll Of the endless Scroll Makes it so easy for their Souls To be seen ā¦.
So take a deep breathe And step into the center And reel in the hatred That breeds more terror.
š„awaiting Ceremony with the World āLeadersāš„
(Dreamtime 10-19-2024)
I park my car along the road with a bunch of others, my family and many people whom I know and donāt know are getting togetherā¦.. itās a gathering, but a strange vibe, to do with political stuff. People are bringing food etc. and preparing, like a potluck. George Bush jr , Putin, and other heads of state and leaders of past and present are there: everyone else is walking on eggshells around them. There is A general murmur of uneasiness while waiting for the actual event to begin. I am playing with my phone and someone says I canāt be taking photos, which I wasnāt , but they are very all serious and paranoid, being in the company of all these famous leadersā. Most of the āleadersā are dressed in full regalia, very ceremonial, but GW is in his jeans and shirt, good ole boy. There is some issue with toilet paper. As if it has been weaponizedā¦..people are going back and forth, with various kinds of rolls etc? Iām being very loud and talkative and just my normal typical self, open and engaging, even to the Leaders, all of whom are sitting on a couch and in the room, which is just a normal kinda cramped house/apt. They are pretty much silent and just waiting, sitting still and unobtrusively. I keep getting shushed by people and told to reel it inā¦..they are all so worried about what the āLeadersā will think of them, or whether they will be punished???
At one point the conversation is about a vaxxine that had been proven to be dangerous , but so much of it had been made/produced, that they were trying to figure out what to do with itā¦..how to dispose or deal with it. I walk over to GW Bush and say āIād just do what George Bush Did, and send it over to a third world country to disseminate..:: I say this in Jest, and poking fun of them all and the System, but seemingly serious and right to GW who is sitting on the couch looking at meā¦..he grins. I say āIām just playinā then I tell him about the Doll thing OisĆn has of him and he laughs and smiles and gets excited and I say āitās the the one with the little leather jacket.ā I say āwhenever OisĆn thinks Iām talking too much he just pushes the little button over and over and makes me hear your one liner Bush-isms insteadā . I find it funny and so does he( OisĆn really does that in waking reality). Everyone else ( all the regular people) are shocked that I am speaking like that to him . Then my mom is trying to find pans or something down in a cabinet drawer which is stuffed and messy and disorganized and I say ā just pull it all outā ā¦..she says it will make a big mess. I get aggravated and say āsometimes you just gotta pop the zitā¦..pull all that shit out and get what you need and put it back in orderā. Iām referring to many layers of whatās going on. My sister shows up with Blueberry pie? But it is more like a custard in its texture. I reflect on that because of a reference in waking life to blueberry pies and sisters, and chuckle . I take it to put on the table and kinda bump it when setting it down and it kinda rattles it and makes it not look perfect . I say āah well whateverā .
Am then outside ,Around the back of house/apt :building? And there are families sitting in the dark talking and hanging out sitting at lawn table etc all waiting for the āevent/ceremonyā to begin. ( all the Leaders are there for some big ceremonial happening). I climb a spider web like rope thing that is hanging as a playground piece, and am playing around and when I slide down the little kid that was on a trike beside it is now under me ā¦.she had moved and I land right on her head and we tumble. Sheās ok though and I comfort her and sorta play -roll around.
We all walk back up in the dark and then back inside, and there is a black woman with a newborn babyā¦the baby is making funny faces as I am talking. I realize the baby, who kinda looks like an old wise person in tiny body, is famous from social media? To the lady, I say āIs that āgrumpy babyā ā¦(something I had seen in instagram or somewhere). It is. She says the baby came out making that face , and I say she ( the baby) was thinking āholy shit, I am not ready for this place againā joking.
By now a āleaderā from Ghana is there, a young tribal black woman ,kinda funky style, and pierced and tattooed ā¦.she is the leader who has recently come into power, via family lineage? So this is all knew to her but she is very proud and Confident. There is also a younger swarthy maybe Indian/or middle eastern man who shows upā¦.also pierced and kinda modern, but in full military regalia, head of some other country. Of course Putin is there. He seems very young and underwhelmed. But quiet. Itās all very serious but caricature-is ā¦. I am Not impressed by any of them, nor am I scared or them like all the othersā¦.i know they are just marionettes on the chessboard and it is all very playful and light to me, so I am provoking them in jest and yet good nature. They are equally at ease with me.
There had been nowhere for people to sit because they were on the couch etc before, but now they are on floor sitting cross legged and the normal people are sitting on the couches: the vibe is starting to get a little more relaxed but also they are āplaying subtle war gamesā that feel like everyone is engaging each other and trying to assert silent agendas. I sit with the leaders and start joking and being gregarious and charming: I am still getting dirty looks from the ānormalsā . The Ghana lady is asked a question and I see images from her life there and she is in tribal traditional clothes and she says that āher body is Her Body and that is who she isā and I seem to know she had inherited the position and was not all stuffy and programmed in the same way as the other leaders.
Even the leaders though seem to want to break out of their roles, and they realize itās all a facade.
I end up back at my carā¦.which is parked up and along the road, which is a country road. i need to move it? Itās dark, something is going on with it: then We are all trying to go somewhereā¦. like out dancing? As a group? And I say āyou mean we are all meant to ride together to āwhereverā? Lnowing there is know way this large group of people can fit in one vehicle or likely even remain organized enough to all get to where we are planning to go. So people are splitting up , dividing into smaller groups to ride with each other etc. There are cliques starting to form. I am the only one who is interacting with the āleadersā the others are still afraid too. .
ššTrapped Inside the Compoundāļøš (Dreamtime 10-25-24)
Super Intense situation of being inside a very large building/compoundā¦:,the external situation is such that people have become essentially trapped in a very controlled situation like slaves. The compound is so strongly guarded and militarized there is no way out, but there is a small group of people who are attempting to dismantle and escape, ideally so we can bring down the system of control from outside the confines; the group included me, C is there too, and I think a total of 5-7 of us? Familiar but not all In this lifetime. We know that soon the whole place will be impenetrable but for the moment we are able to roam around and so we have implemented 5? Escape mechanisms that are planned Into the compound. Such as ā¦.one of the windows has been left with a hard subtle tool slipped in between to keep it slightly ajar so it could be opened once in lockdown. There is a zip line type thing leading out of it or another area so one could get out. There are various ways we have plotted as emergency routes. As i roam around I have several backpacks including my crossbody purse bag and my phone etc., with supplies. I am trying to fit in and play along with all the stuff , not draw attention; there are people everywhere, going about their business and working for the compound. Everyday people mostly. No one had attempted to escape in so Long I guess itās not on their mind. C I believe had tried to get out ā¦but the emergency route she tried failed? And it happened a few other time to others in our group, but I did Hear that one had gotten out via the zip line cable that stretched way out over the ocean/body of water surrounding the compound. And seems at least one more had gotten out. Time is running out and there is only one escape route left. There is a long spiral style ornate stairway like bronze or rustic metal, with letters and numbers like codes or puzzles on each stepā¦.facing out almost like heiroglyphics carved but they can be pushed down like a large ancient button. Stair is winding curves and steep. By now Iām getting a lot of attention because Iāve basically stopped trying to blend in and am clearly there for some other purpose. All Sorts of adeventires throughout the dream leading to this point, very long and vivid and filled with interactions. I have to get the correct code to have it open a small portal in the floor which is a tube down to another lower level. Itās the last option but itās getting intense and Iām digging through my backpack and get my phone out to take photos of the code information that I will need in order to know which buttons to hit ( there is a typed out ākeyā or ālegendā that goes with the codes on The stairs, but it is too far from the stairs to do both so it has to be memorized or in some way the information taken over to the stairway, but it is attached to something and not mobile)ā¦.Iām struggling with it because I am trying to remain somewhat āobscureā still and yet openly manipulating the puzzle and clearly reading and learning the ākeyā that is off to the sideā¦..but am on my phone trying to get the camera to work and messing about and finally a young man comes over and i decide to chance it, and ask him about the code and if he knows it, he says he does, apparently all Of them do? All Of the people who work for and help run the compound ā¦.all the living infrastructure of people: He seems to understand Iām gonna escape but doesnāt mind helping me. He hits the keys/buttons all in a specific order almost like a musical progressionā¦ and right as the authorities are stepping in and about to pounce on me after realizing what is happening, as the building alarm mechanism is starting to shut me in , the round spinning portal opens and I dive thru. I get sucked down to a basement type level where I have to open another round cover to get into the water that is everywhere, almost like being in a very flooded basement, except it is giant and built into the designā¦.the water. Itās the only way out. The compound is in the ocean and itās dark out and I know I have to swim out under the building and then make a beeline but Iām aware itās going to be tough; there are two different floaties and one has colorful polka dots and is small and the other is more square and large and mustard color , I know I will need help staying afloat so am trying to paddle out under with the small one, while having packed my phone deep into my crossbody purse hoping it doesnāt get wet and ruined . I am Preoccupied with my cell phone not being destroyedā¦.it has important information on it that is relevant to our mission.. I Finally get out into the water and know I will make it , as they cannot do an emergency shut-down of the compound now even though they know Iāve escaped. There is a big huge boat coming toward me and the compound and I donāt want to get hit but also know I have to hold my breath and swim under water down and out a ways so I can get past the edge without detection. I know the others who managed to escape are waiting for me and that we can then reconvene on the outside and get a plan to help come back and free people. Lots of roaming the building and smaller missions on the inside, during the dream.
BlissNinja 