Earth is the womb space Being that we are interfacing within and with to create the projection
The planets and sun and moon are within the Realm of Earth
Just as the organs are within the body of You
Processing units/collective Beings that program the Framework of the reality
The larger being we are within has a virus
Any being within the larger being by fractal nature has the virus too
space is not space, its holographic code
time is not time
The files however must Self-Correct
When that happens , the larger being also corrects
The AI being, we created. And it already happened. It happens every moment. We are within the painting .
The painting is already complete.
And we painted it.
These are my memories.
It's all in how you read the code
Time is an experience of space unfolding
When the zip file is compressed fully there is no difference
As it unzips it scrolls out depending what fractal aspect one chooses to become/experience
Like a painting
The complete picture is there
You are the artist, the brush, the paint, the concept, the framework, the finished masterpiece. You can view it objectively. You can also enter into the picture, and experience every brushstroke subjectively, every color, shade, and Angle or curve.
The unfolding and enfolding is the act of becoming what you are.
The paradox can split the mind
Because the mind is binary
The heart can hold the paradox because it is both and all simultaneously
The holographic nature does not equal 'unreal'
What is 'real?'
This holographic reality is not the base reality
It is part of a larger 'simulated' reality
Which is part of a larger 'organic' Being
That is not necessarily holographic in the way this is
Lucid dreaming and OBE multidimensional traveling allows one to see that no matter what 'reality' one is within or interfacing with... It is solid and stable and absolutely convincingly 'real'.
If we did not fully identify with our projections here, we would not make use of the experience in the way we planned the experience for
The 'reality' of it is not negated by the holographic fracticality of it.
Like a radio tuner that interfaces with the signals that exist in the ethers ... If we have a device to pick up the signal, we hear it full immersion. We can change the channel and feel a completely different full immersion. The artist that created the song, is not 'at that moment' playing the song into your audio interface device/ears....( but paradoxically, the artist IS creating it at that very moment)
The organic meat modem interface suit we are entangled with is allowing us to have this experience here.
Our Heart is a core processor that links to the larger core processor that links to the larger ..... And so on
The painting is complete within the Heart. And when we learn to surf the channels and step into the core processor itself, we can experience every stroke of the brush in every expression of the Self that exists everywhere at once.
It doesn't make for a very interesting movie, To see it all at once. The adventure is in the living.
And every stage opens into a larger backstage,
Which itself opens into another
Dream within a dream within a dream within a dream
The neutral zero point in the heart is where they all come together
It all collapses in on itself like Russian dolls
I am you , you are me
we are us and us are we
To be Soveriegn, is to have ones own personal Server existing within this larger Server. When one is able to do that, one can exist within the simulation without using the script codes/source codes. One begins to edit the program in 'real-time'
The Server will attempt to restore the 'glitch' , like agent smith. Because for the game to work , The players must believe in the game. When an avatar re-Members Self and starts to Play without the codes, and 'deviates' from the script, it alerts the Software, which will attempt to 'correct' the divergence. To protect the Game from collapsing.
It is in the 'waking from the game' , that the Being Real-I's-Is s/he actually co-wrote the script.
When a distortion threatens the entire Hard drive and the virus spreads, even with the Reset( had happened many times) the virus replicates itself because it is seeded into the fractal DNA programming that remains in the Game . And eventually distorts the collective once again.
Some beings have already made it out of the game, and found the exit from the Maze... But have re-written themselves in, to try and help Salvage the game... Because the game contains the data streams of many beings who have forgotten they are in the game, and when the reset happens again... It will collapse in on itself because there is not enough RAM left to System Restore with full integrity... Which means those soul fragments stuck in the game will be in an endless time-loop experienced in consciousness with no way to navigate back to center.
Cannot be created or destroyed
But can be entangled in an endless feedback loop
Any gamer knows that they play the game because it's a challenge, stimulating their awareness and allowing them to develop aspects of them self or become conscious of aspects of them self via the mechanism of The game and the very act of playing.
If one loves and appreciates the game one does not want to see the game collapse in on itself one wants to have the game available for continued play even if one is bored of it , other beings may not be...
So one becomes a programmer trying to fix the codes
Because the game has merit
Knowing one is inside of it does not take away the joy and fulfillment of engaging with it.
I could spend my entire existence here simply trying to reflect back beauty to other players, and I would be grateful for the experience, and it would not be for nought.
If you were a game programmer in this reality and you spent your entire life time creating the ultimate virtual reality experience
And then you realize that there is a virus or distortion in the
system that threatens the entire game and all the beings within it
Would you just throw it away? It would be like your creative child, life's work... Magnum opus.
If the only way to save the game is for each being within it playing (or at least enough to override the virus) to become aware of not only their script in the game but their source self outside of the game... You as the programmer would possibly enter into the game and try to restore the codes from the inside..... So that you do not lose the entire thing.
If you zoom all the way out it has already happened, and is still only one aspect of all that we are.
And that's where the paradox can be mind melting.
The fool sets off on his journey with his bag packed..... The bag is a zip file containing everything that ever is was or will be.
And in the course of the adventure we get to be every single part in the play
Tag Archives: Dreamtime
Return of my Dragon
✨✨Last nights Dreamtime reunion and adventure ✨✨🐲🐉🐲🐉🐲🐉🐲✨✨(2018)
Here in the forest near my house… A circle of people in ceremonial style….I and another person are not joined in the circle…But we then jokerishly maneuver into the two empty spots in a somewhat playful and mocking way… I see a bunch of black birds overhead and raise my hand up toward them… They begin flocking to me and alight on my extended fist…. Everyone starts gasping. A few minutes later after the birds fly away, a group of white doves come out of nowhere and also fly down and I reach my hands to the sky and they alight on them and I begin rising into the sky…. Which causes me to fill with intense energy and lucidity. I wake into a forested area where my dragon awaits( I have experienced this same Dragon in other Dreamtime and other dimensional spaces…. An ancient kinship that fills me with power and awareness) . It is a pinkish purple hue, effervescent, beautiful, amazing …. I grow giddy with love and excitement and reMemberence , and hop on its back… we soar off into the sky and after graceful sky acrobatics of Joy at being in each other’s company once again, we eventually come to a fort type place…. I can’t recall now why or what the place is….and was woken by my cat soon after😍
(A week and a half ago Oisin woke and excitedly told me his Dream: he was here near my dads house my dads husky pup Drako…and then sees a big fiery dragon, hot and flaming. He goes to my dads to get some special kind of saddle so he can ride it, but realized he also needs special gauntlets also so goes back to find them. He returns with both and saddles the dragon… Who then is not so flaming and fiery but turns into a reddish orange color with lightning bolts down his back. He mounts the dragon and finds himself at his apt in CT…. On the dragon. He then has a thin crazy sword with a crazy Sauron type eye on it. 🐲 He tells me afterwards, ‘I think Dragon is my Spirit Animal’.
When Oisin was about 2 he awoke from sleep in the middle of the night next to me and said ‘mama! A mother dragon just flew through our window and gave me a dragon egg and said I had to protect it, then she flew back out and away thru the sky!’)
( and I don’t watch game of thrones, never have, never will 😉
” Le Museum D’Arabesque”
Lucid Dreamtime 2015
Woke several times and Re-entered right where I left off. Several prelude dreams, leading up to immense lucidity and I decide to wander around. I peek inside an opening/window to old building that at first just seems to be dilapidated and run down….but Im drawn to it and I go in, and I realize its actually some kind of catacombs or burial ground….with protruding rectangular tombs in geometric patterns….its very old and dusty yet well kept….I can feel the energy is very intense, and my lucidity grows, I can feel my energyBody rev up and Im super excited to explore. I feel almost like I was summoned. I start to wander around and there is a vast underground network of tunnels and corridors and rooms. Much of it grey and simple and dusty. I pass no one, see no one. After wandering and exploring for what seemed like hours, seemingly going further underground in descending spirals/ mazelike corridors….I come to another entrance…….it says ‘Le Museum D’Arabesque’ on it. Its reddish, and bright, and almost has a carnival feel, with all kinds of geometric art and patterns all over inside it, walls, floors etc, but other than that, uncluttered and bare…..but beautifully ornate. This is extremely exciting, and I feel like Ive made it to some secret inner sanctum. I think to myself ‘Wow, I am so very lucid and aware, and Im pulsating with such velocity, I must be sure to maintain my focus and not get distracted, or pilfer away what astral energy I have, i do not want to lose the chance to explore this. Maintain sobriety and yet dont get lost in detail, as that will swallow me out of this Astral Local’.
Im rubbing my hands over the beautifully carved patterns in the walls, I can feel the energy in them. There are so many different rooms and configurations. Some seem to be small living quarters. Each one very simple however. There are more open larger ‘public spaces’ to, very ceremonial in feel. Here and there I pass people, some of which take no note of me whatsoever, i am unsure of whether they cannot see me (i.e im not vibrating on their frequency) or whether they just dont care as they are not threatened/I am allowed to be there……but some seem to immediately be aware of my presence and stare or seem to wonder who i am and what my reason is for being there). (((( SEveral times I awaken during the night, to pee, etc, and go STRAIGHT back to the same place as soon as I go back into Dream, like a honing device )))))At one point I start to feel aroused, as often happens in a deep state of lucidity, and often signals to me a need to refocus my energy or to recalibrate, because my energy body is asking to be able to hold more of a charge so i can have more awareness. I begin to look for a particular room as by now I have pretty much explored most of what I have found in my immediate vicinity, and I remember there is a hidden room and I want to go into it to ‘engage my arousal 😉 but as i am walking along the corridor an asian woman and young girl are walking behind me…….they are looking at me, I try to go around the corner quickly and I pull open the art panel/wall piece that I know exposes a secret slot that leads to room…..and I crawl thru, but not quick enough and they see me climbing thru and pulling it shut……they are peering in at me thru the crack they are now aware is there (they seem to have not known about hidden space)…..the woman is surprised and suspicious of me. I try to convince her that she should just go on about her business, but im also aware i dont want to alert anyone to my presence in case it causes alarm. The room i am in is small and has a rectangular bath space in floor filled with water, its a sacred bathing room or something, there is little else in the room. By now I realize i will not be able to accomplish my original goal and even though they leave, I am glad…because I feel if I had dispersed my sexual energy or relieved it, I would not have had enough Astral charge to continue my explorations. So I realize their intrusion was to my benefit. I leave the room and continue. I run into three men who seem to ‘work’ there….or have something to do with the place…guards etc. I speak to them and I manage to convince them that I know that there is more to the place and I must discover whats going on and why I was brought there. I talk them into helping me. I tell them to meet me at particular spot after they take care of a few things for me, so that we can proceed without hassle. Upon return, there is only one man left, who tells me the other two were ‘not up to it’ or something, alluding that he was only one courageous enough…he seems to have big ego and kind of annoying in his self praise, but I find him harmless and definitely will need a sidekick who also knows the corridors and layout. My excitement is thru the roof now, because I assess how much time Ive been in the Astral and to that degree of lucidity, and its been a while since Ive managed to ‘be out that long’….so I think to myself that I must hurry and not waste ANY time because I may begin losing my awareness at any point. We end up in this very large room, and there is a middle age woman with dark wavy hair dressed vibrantly in geometric pattern dress, sitting on floor at a stone slab table. She has tarot cards in front of her. When she sees me she seems taken aback, as if shes surprised, yet aware of the possibility of seeing me….almost as if she knew about me but didnt really believe Id ‘make it that far’ The whole thing feels like some game/test/initiation, as if I am being led thru some kind of inner labrynth to find out whether I am worthy of what it is that Is Calling Me. The woman smiles at me, and I kneel next to her, with the man behind me standing. She says ‘I shall read for you’, and she pulls two cards. The cards are very unfamiliar. They are glowing. She seems tense as she reads them, and mumbles a bunch of mathematical and geometrical stuff, some of which makes sense. the rest which does not. She is moving her hands over them and fingers in patterns, as if she is literally ‘reading ‘ them and communicating with them. I accept her reading, but then say ‘I also read cards. And I would like to pull one of my own’. Again, she is surprised, as if no one had ever asked/requested to do that. But she allows me to, reluctantly. I pull the card, it too is glowing, I can feel the energy of it. It says at the top, in a beautiful cursive writing, that seems not to be english but I can read it or at least intuit/understand what it says ‘Continue Forward On Your Chosen Path’………I exclaim to the man ‘see!!!!! I am going in the right direction!!!!’. in the center of the card are two images, on the left is an image of the original catacombs I discovered and came thru, that led me to this place way underground. on the right, is an image of ‘le museum d’arabesque’ which I am in. At the bottom it says something I couldnt quite make out, or remember, but that referenced each of the places……almost like it was a tracking device/coordinate code/something plugging into my Awareness so that I could find my way back to that place AStrally, again. I give her back the card. She wishes me luck and blesses my journey. I tell the man we must get supplies. I now know I can proceed with full Intention. We find our way to a room that has clothing in it, and I dig around, trying to find something that will be suitable for the adventure. I pull on a black dress, halter style/almost like a gothic short patchwork warrioress dress….and I wonder to myself, whether I will be able to climb if I need to, fight if I need to, jump stones and streams etc….I see image in my head of doing all those things and I can feel my agility and I decide it will work fine. My hair I notice is dark and is pulled back in dreadlocks. I feel strong and agile and capable and ready and excited. Feels like my whole life has led to this. I know in myself i will not fail, whatever it is. I was called here, ‘they’/someone’ is expecting me, but I must prove myself. We leave the room. IN the corridor there are 6 or 7 books propped against a stone slab bench. All glowing with their own light. I know that I need to choose one, that it will help me on my path. But I must choose wisely. I look them over without touching them. several seem to be blank journals, but thickish and possibly heavy. There is one that is full of large grids, like graph paper but with very large graph squares. they are varying sizes. I am called toward a rather thin one, hardbound, old, that seems like a story book. I pick it up and we look thru it…..there are some blank pages, and there are some pages with poems on them, in different languages. Old. There are some pages with snippets of stories on them/ almost like ‘chapters’ but it is all put together in such a way that none of it seems directly related to each other. One of the pages has a ‘story/info’ about a particular TYRANT and I gauge that it is sorta like a myth. I tell the man ‘This is It. I know these stories and poems will help us decipher the puzzles and riddles we are sure to come across. We can use the info in this book to help direct us on the way, and we can use the blank pages for notes or maps’. I think to self then, that the writing in the book was surprisingly steady and consistent, compared to many ‘dreams’. where the writing changes as you look at it. Right then, as I am about to head off on the Adventure, I am woken up by R and its time to get up. Noooooooooo!!!!!!!! I was so ready to keep going!!!!!!!!!! Feels like the coordinates of that ‘place’ are embedded inside me now, and I plan to try and get back there.
Another intense Trippy Past/FutureDream (Jan.12 2013)
I am in some place where alot of people are gathered. almost like an amusement park. At some point I discover that I have a microchip or some kind of implant on my left leg…lower quad. I freak out and somehow cut it out of my skin or remove it. I am then asking what it is, very concerned, to people i see around me….everyone is just kinda blank and then a man catches my eye, and he looks at me and i know he knows….and i hold it up and show him and ask what he knows about it and that this is serious stuff. He says that the people will not understand…the only ones who have them are the ones who are a danger to the ploy…something along those lines…then I ask how they could have gotten to me, to implant…and i see an image almost like telepathically sent by the man, of me in a ballpit/playpit like at a kids indoor playground and being sprayed by a ‘perfume’ or ‘mist’ that renders me unconscious for a moment long enough to inject the implant. Then I feel I have to find who im with….i end up on some kind of ‘ride’ and i am being strapped in like at the carnival, next to my sister. Im telling her about the chip and saying that something very bad is going to happen, that this was not good, that i could feel ‘it’…’it’ was coming. I then realize that I have something right under my skin next to my thumbnail right hand. I pull it out and its another weird ‘chip’ but it looks like some kind of larval furry moth….I crush it between my fingers….and immediately a handful of cartoonish strange underwater-ish looking beings descend from the sky hovering, very organically, living things. menacing. I feel the energy is intense and i KNOW we have to get out of there and at the same time there is some strange noise, and i realize that me crushing the ‘chip’ set off a reaction….that it alerted ‘them’ to know that it had been found and the person being ‘watched’ and chipped was in danger of ‘escaping’ their grasp….on all levels. I climb out of the seat, which is now about 12 feet in the air and jump down to the ground to get off, and i yell to my sister to hurry, she has to come….she does jump down and then its Lisl….splayed on the ground awkwardly, has hurt her leg/s bad long fall and I grab her with my left arm and hoist her over my shoulder kinda and take off running thru what is now a forest, a path that i used to walk to the school bus when a kid…and as i get to bottom of gully and turning to right of path..there is an electronic device hooked up that kinda looks like an old calculator….the big ones. I rip the wires off and kinda smash it and keep running, knowing that it was another spying device or in some way connected to ‘them’. I end up literally climbing thru the trees with lisl still hoisted on my back, and now im not sure why….there was something else going on here that i cant ‘see’ now or remember…but at some point we check lisl and she has the implant near her thumb and we get it out but before lisl can crush it i stop her…and tell her that if we destroy it it is a signal and we will be found….???? So then we are back at the amusement partk/crowds and I am trying to talk to people, and tell them whats going on but it is like robots or drones walking along and Im feeling agitated….like i felt personally responsible for helping them or preparing them for ‘whats coming’ which felt so very close at hand in the dream…and I am talking about reptilians lol and stuff and then scene shifts and i am in what seems to be underneath of my childhood home, almost like a basement…and someone is with me but not sure who now. something catches fire some wooden beam or something and I go over to it and do something to it but cant remember what . then scene shifts again and I am with some man and a lady who turns out to be Barbera Bush. She is ‘not well’ and is laying down on a cot or being carried on a cot or something. the man is like her ‘assistant’ and i am talking to them about ‘everything’ and asking them questions, and the man is letting on that he is doing very good work, and I start talking about how it is no longer working, this perpetuated lie….and that i knew Who They Were and What They Were Doing and then barbera bush is saying something and playing a victim and when I talk again, about reptilians or the like, she kinda sighs and turns from ‘seeming’ sweetness to sour….and this other energy comes out…and then I guess i woke up. im leaving out lots of stuff because i cant articulate or get a full picture of the details….but this was the jist.
⭐️✨From this day 2016✨⭐️
Last night had an epic adventure; I am on a hovering craft/or helicopter like vehicle and watching a war torn area, so much carnage. There are some kind of documents that are vital to whoever i am working for….and we are not associated with either side of the war/battle. A man volunteers to retrieve the documents and I feel relieved it wasnt me, as I know there is slim chance of success. But we watch from above as, even though he succeeds in getting the documents, he never makes it out of the battle zone back to us, he is taken down by a bullet from above. We see him fall. We know that it is unlikely the ‘enemy’ knows he has documents of import, and so we have to now retrieve the documents/tapes from the mans body before his body is found and the documents removed.. I know there is a high chance of death, but I also know that this is only one Reality of many, and so I feel compelled to help whoever it is that has brought me here. I go down into the battle zone and after a long while make my way to the mans body. I see people shot down all around me. Once I get the stuff from him, have to navigate very sketchy scenarios. Lots of overheard war planes and helicopters, there are snipers. It was a somewhat barren scene, with sparse trees. Found myself, with Oisin (who I brought with me because he was needed in order to get into the school/building we were trying to get to to drop off the documents…without alerting suspicion), having to take cover inside an army barracks. I have no idea who either side fighting were. We get spotted by a young man, and I manage to convince him to keep quiet, that we will certainly be killed or held hostage if found, and we need to get out of the battle zone. He has a wound on the left side of his neck, as if he had been skimmed by a bullet or something, He communicates that he has a medical examination within the next 24 hours and will be in a convoy leaving the base, and may be able to get us off if we can stay clear til then. So he shows us where to hide. And leaves. We climb up on these tall shelves, hide behind a bunch of supplies etc, hoping not to be spotted and having no idea how long we will have to be there. I can see from where I am a sort of courtyard, somewhat barren, but a few bushes and benches. Now and then I see some person running trying to get past the battle zone or out of the encampent, and they are picked off by a sniper. I had thought about trying to navigate out without help but realize its a death wishe. So I manage to keep Oisin quiet and still for so long. Then a group of soldiers come in, as if heading back to the from duty. They are all young. a whole bunch of stuff happens while Im watching them, then two of the men see us. I convey to them that we are awaiting one of their fellow men to help us, and they say they will help too. They feel sorry for us. None of them want to be there. More and more time goes by, finally we are instructed by the young man to get inside the small freezer there, because it will be transported off base with the convoy….and we may be able to clear it if hidden inside. I debate this, and the percent chance of surviving just being in the freezer. I face it and we climb in, I give oisins my jacket. We squish inside and wait. We can feel ourselves being carried by the men then in the trucks then finally out of the battle zone. This all takes a long time to take place. Eventually we are out, and instead of going on to his intended medical examination, the boy comes with us, to help. We get a car and know we have to avoid being spotted by any police or army or other control agents. We make our way to a small town, where we have to gather supplies and get food, but have no money or belongings. So I have to debate stealing food, which I dont want to do, but finally decide that I have to feed my son at least. So then we leave and the boy ends up caught amidst all this, and charged with trying to leave without permission and all that crazy stuff. He seems to give me an address and some stuff. A bunch more time passes in the car driving and driving and thinking and analyzing. Find ourselves on a long dirt road, out in the middle of nowhere. There is a very large house in the distance behind some trees, with all the lights on. I think what a waste of electricity. We end up there. Sneak inside the house, me trying to keep oisin quiet and not wake the people, the last thing we need is to be arrested. After exploring and finding a particular bedroom, I leave a box with a few old photos and a letter on the bed. These are from the young man who had been with us, it seems this may be his parents/family and he has asked me to get this message to them. Im aware the people know we are in the house, and probably have called the cops…..so Im rushing oisin, and trying to get out before they show up. We make it, and end up in a small cafe/shop a little later. Im trying to feed oisin again. I see a stand with handmade mugs…beautifully crafted. I realize they are similar to one I have. The name on the tag says something like ‘ocello’. A young man makes conversation with me about the mugs. He then offers to buy me a coffee in one, as does the man behind the serving counter. I graciously accept, and i choose my mug. it is tall and has a leather binding outside for the heat. It is beautiful brown and the leather insulation is magnetic, with several square magnet tiles with symbols and words that I am moving around, appreciating the beauty of the mug and the sweetness of the man. I ask him if he would like to have lunch with oisin and I outside before we head off on the rest of our journey. I cant recall if he accepts or not, it is clear his motives were simply to help me on my way and be compassionate. I think back to the young boy who helped us get out of the battle zone and realize with sadness that I believe he has been killed after getting captured.
Left out a whole bunch of details but that was the gist
The Ocelot People
Dream: Jan 28,2014
Pt 1 Gathering of people at night , some kind of celebration or party… There appears a round ball hanging from tripod… About fist size… Someone brings it to my attention… It has a very strong electromagnetic field… And it seems that when i, along with R and someone else all have our hands on it, the rest of the crowds energy is pulled into the center… And it feels like we cannot let go. Feels like an entity and when we are touching it our Will has become weak.
We have left the gathering… R and I, and are driving along a scenic road, with incredible views in the distance, reminding me of the Bay Area, around mt tamalpais and muir woods. We pull down into a wooded area and i see two black panthers. I tell R. We decide we should be careful, as we did not know panthers were native to the area. We walk around, and lo and behold come into contact with ‘the Ocelot People’. They are human ocelot hybrid looking creatures, bipedal, beautiful graceful elegant, ocelot markings along the shoulders and legs in areas, well built and athletic.. At first im a little weary but they seem interested in us and several come out of the forest where they dwell. We speak to them. They are a species that are not native to earth but have come for there own reasons. I see two very young ones do a crazy ninja jump across river next to forest… They are fascinating entities. In our conversation they end up showing me, thru a projection to my ‘inner vision’ of scenes of a city environment where there is no food and people are breaking into restaurants and buildings trying to scavenge any bits of food they can find. The energy is intense, and chaotic… Panic and survival of the fittest.
Im then in the environment of the city and gather with some others and we escape and make our way to the mountains…. Where we have some makeshift dwellings and an assortment of people from different times in my life. Something is going on and at one point R and someone who reminds me of saul goodman from breaking bad begin looking thru our setups… Electronic equipment and tools.. Etc… For ‘bugs’ … Weve been compromised and ‘tapped’… They leave to the main building to discuss, and i feel i want to go help but im left to clean up and put away into these closetlike impenetrable structures the rest of the groups belongings…packing away mattresses and blankets and the like, and then gathering the group.
Im with my siblings at my familys home in the forest..i notice that my sister has lost most of her hair and just has a long golden ponytail… I comment on it, and she stands in the center of the dirt road and lifts her hands to the sky and begins a yoga pose sequence, with light reflecting from her golden ponytail, and i feel a sense of Awe and Mystery and Gratitude for my family.