9-20-2021 Dreams of Shadow Beings

 Two dreams in succession: one just before awakening, falling asleep again, and another just before awakening once again. In the first dream, I find myself in pursuit of a young man recently turned into a vampire who in terms of maturity is still but a boy. He had been wreaking havoc with his new found powers that he neither knew nor cared how to wield. In catching up with him, it occurred to me that I don’t really want to destroy him, but I knew that there was probably no other way — for he was already under the power and control of something else.

 As I approached him, I used psychology to communicate to him in a manner similar to the way I would calm someone  who was intoxicated and/or drunk with emotion. Suddenly a beautiful woman who seemed to be under some sort of spell, appeared in the scene. My body began to fill with sexual energy. Then, I noticed that the young vampire’s demeanor has changed. Where there was once the persona of a boyish young man, that which was really in control him looked into my eyes and said, “You could have all of this and so much more. Let me just take you as far as cellular regeneration, and you can decide if you want to go further or return.”

 An image appeared showing me that if I permitted it, he would then slide one of his fangs on my skin. Another image appeared to show me how my cells would begin to more rapidly and continuously regenerate.  As for his invitation, there was no thought within me or even a consideration of his offer, such a possibility doesn’t even exist in my vocabulary. I pulled back somewhat to look more deeply into his eyes. They were white with an expanding circular pattern of black dashes emanating from the center. And then I wake up.

 In the second dream, I was looking for a place to store 10-12 motor scooters while I relocated to my new place of employment. After getting some assistance finding out where I needed to go, I find myself climbing up what appears to be a very long slide to a fortress or another level. At the top, I am greeted by the proprietor of a lavish compound, research ranch or something like that with lots and lots of animals that appear to have been genetically modified.   In the dream, I remember thinking how I would respond when asked how I had communicated with the animals in that way. I would just tell them... I whispered. In attempting to shake the man’s outstretched hand, I noticed that my fist was crunched up and I was unable to move my fingers. No matter, the man gestured, and then I woke up.

 An interesting thing about both of these dreams is that conscious thoughts came up in both of them, which is something that doesn’t often seem to happen to me in my dreams. Additionally, upon waking up in the second dream just after I had noticed (in the dream) that my hand were immobilized, I also noticed (upon waking) that I had been sleeping with my fist crunched up under my stomach, and that it took me a few seconds before I was able to move my fingers.

 What does all of this mean? As a stretched guess, I’d say that both of these dreams followed a similar pattern that I’ve been noticing lately in my dreams in the stage just before waking up. Apparently, one of the ways humans are now being influenced and/or programmed (to put it mildly) is during that stage just before awakening from sleep, wherein the line between the conscious and dream states are slightly merged for a moment. Apparently (perhaps), this is another one of the points of infiltration for whatever it is that is affecting  the perceptions of large swaths of humanity.  

 As per my conscious understanding of this point, the ones in and behind the shadows  attempting to genetically modify humans to make us more easily controlled and more easily mined, are called negative high frequency beings, and they are apparently not of the same source as that of earth, nature and human beings. My honest response to this information was, either no one told me, nobody knew, somebody lied or withheld information. Why? However, in expanding my consideration to the possibility of changing timelines, I now kind of see that I have now been informed. Interesting.

 I guess it was back in 2019 that I first began noticing (via the imagination system of my physical body) that the stream of human consciousness/humanity was basically splitting into two pathways, as though there were now two distinct streams of conscious thoughts being streamed into the vast majority of human beings.

When I followed those streams of information back to their sources (not to be confused with the sources of those sources), I perceived two spherical quantum computing systems (best description). One was larger than the other. There’s much more to this, which I plan get to it in time.

 My question now is, if these so-called negative high-frequency beings are not from the source of life of this sound existence, from which source or existence do originate?

 Getting back to those negative high frequency beings of a different source, I will say that that info filled in a huge number of gaps of uncategorized inalienable cause, which I had in numerous writings previously referred to as shadows or the shadow-effect. Donald Trump, who doesn’t look the same to me anymore (perhaps he really did take the gene therapy injections) was right back when he referred to them as the unseen enemy.

 Now, it seems that the shadows are being forced out of the dark, they are becoming more visible and identifiable. From my perspective, they are like shadows or shades of gray lurking within those we used to know, intruding in our dreams, probing our minds and inserting thoughts that are not our own. Sounds like what I used to refer to as the overall system of consciousness has somehow been hijacked, but by who?

 Oh! And the vampire in my dream, I guess that represented a human vessel that had succumbed to the influence of the shadows and would now be used as a conduit to suck life-force out of others.

 

Lol, it’s like a never ending shit-show down here.

Though projections and dreams: the war against Humanity

 

From my perspective, there’s a war being waged for control of planet earth and all of the beings on and/or within it. The fear and the panic being projected onto humanity is due to the depths of the shadows being forced to the surface, now becoming more exposed and more vulnerable.  The abuse that is now coming out of the shadows and into plain view is an outflow of a last desperate push of a highly intelligent parasite that knows its days are numbered, but doesn’t understand how to do anything else but push and squeeze in an attempt to gain more control. 

 I’ve been hearing that more and more people are reporting hearing voices or picking up subliminal thought suggestions, “Just get the injection and everything will be fine…” I, too, noticed such thoughts a couple of times – before I declared my stand, death before vaccine.

 I’ve also been noticing some changes in the types of dreams I’ve been having, especially just before waking up. At first, my dreams seem to be presenting me (like movie trailers) with possible future lifetime-playouts. For example, in one dream, I was a young man of Indian ethnicity and had a warm relationship with a supportive father (new and quite positive for me). We worked closely together, built the family business and successfully managed to keep criminal aspects at bay. The dream felt as though someone were saying to me, “Don’t worry, Thomas, we got you covered the next time round.” The thing is, it still seemed to be pre-scripted, which I am so-not in favor of. So, I wonder about the future: would people’s lives still be pre-scripted?

 Then, in another dream, during an afternoon nap, I found myself at the military high school I had attended many years ago, The Miller School of Albemarle, 1600 acres, built just after the civil war. It seemed that I was just visiting and perhaps there for the purpose of speaking to some classes. My older brother was also there fixing some stuff, and I said to him, this would be a good place to be during the apocalypse. It’s got a lake for fishing, good hunting… Then I looked curiously at the uniform of one of the cadets who seemed to be waiting for me. I asked him: you guys know about the apocalypse, right? Then, on noticing the squiggly lines on his uniform, I said to him, ``What's with these lines? The student replied, “Of course we know about the apocalypse, commander.”  Cadet commander, class of 82, I replied. And then I woke up.

 The thing is, although the name tag on my uniform back then read, Cd. Commander, we always addressed one another by our ranks, Lieutenant Colonel, Colonel, etc. No one ever referred to me as “Commander”, and I never used that term to identify myself. So, why would a part of me in a dream pull up information from a name tag to address me, when no one ever addressed me by that title and I never self-identified by it? Unless I was communicating to someone or something else that was piecing together information about me from my memories or images of me. After getting out of bed, I remembered where I had seen those strange squiggly lines that had appeared on the student’s uniform. They were the same as the astrological symbol for water, waves or the age of Aquarius.

 Then, in last night’s dream, after posting a somewhat defiant sounding blog encouraging people to stand up and just say, “No!”, I dreamt of being in very unfamiliar territory in a place that looked like parts of India or Pakistan. I had a pickup truck (perhaps symbolizing my body), a computer in a case (perhaps symbolizing memory, knowledge or intelligence), and I seemed to be searching for the place that I was supposed to live and work.

Feeling disorientated, I ended up leaving my computer case in a room that I had stayed the night and forgetting where I had parked my pickup truck. I met some people from wealthy families, and they accompanied me (as though to amuse themselves) in my search for my truck and computer. Finally, we found the place where I left my computer, only to be presented with an empty computer case — my computer had been stolen. I was now without a truck/body, no computer/memory and no money. I felt destitute.  Then, one of the people from what seemed to be a gangster family suggested to my friend (as though to offer up a temporary solution to my dilemma), that I could marry the daughter of one of his cousins — but I’d have to remain with her for at least five years. When I awoke this time, I felt as though I were being shown that things could be much worse if I did not cooperate.

 One thing I'm able to say for certain: the technology being utilized in the worldwide COVID psyop is not of human design/origin. Some people call the unseen enemy, Satan; some are calling them the Globalists; and more recently, I’ve heard them being called, Negative high-frequency beings. There’s more to this story. I’m going to find out, and when I do, I’ll tell you.

 In short, with the Negative high-frequency beings or parasitic entities (as I would define them) losing control over human beings and beginning to be be squeezed out of their hiding places, they are no longer holding back anything in reserve. Therefore, as I've often said, I guess things are going to get rougher before they get better. That being said, things will get better. We just need to stand our ground and don’t accept or allow any forms of coercion or abuse. Think about it: if the so-called vaccines really were beneficial to the masses, would they really need to resort to coercion to get people to take them? Of course not. 

And getting back to those squiggly lines, they could also be symbolizing a wave of water or a couple of serpent-like critters, I guess.

Investigating my reaction to the words, forked tongued serpent

Recently, I reacted to a video about the forked tongue serpent and lying. While I was quick to shift from reaction to response (or thereabouts), I was still curious and somewhat confused (curiously confused I guess I could say) as to why I would once again react to the exact same sort of situation as I’ve reacted to 2-3 times in the last ten years.

 First, I revisited the contents of the video referring to the forked tongued serpent who would speak (or write) with words, phrases and sentences that often carried more than one (usually two) inferences and/or interpretations. I guess (as just about everything is a guess for me) that I may have begun using this method of writing (for the record) around the time of the creation of human beings and heaven. How else was one to get through the censors to send messages to ourselves well into the future? Lol, it seems to have worked well for me. Does this mean that I was the forked tongued Satan or the devil in a previous life-form? I don’t think so, not really my style. A dragon of sorts of bygone eras seems a more likely scenario.

 Anyway, moving along with my investigations, I decided to investigate some of the deeper dimensions of myself. So, I went to sleep as a question on a quest in search of answers. While I slept, I dreamt of a very familiar situation — of which I’ve found myself in many dreams. I and some others were part of an intelligence gathering group that was looking for something, answers or solutions, perhaps. I seemed to be working with a man and a woman. When I was alone with the man, I asked him for information about myself, what was going on, who I am and what I was doing here. At first, he was reluctant to say anything, but finally, after I promised not to tell anyone (which in hindsight is kind of ironic, given that this is exactly what I’m doing now), he shared the following with me.

 First, he said my name aloud, which didn’t sound like Thomas at all, but was more like a pitch-black sound that appeared in front of me that I could both see and hear. Then he said, “you’re an alien.” I replied, “that makes sense, but I already knew that.” Suddenly, from the place where he had said my name, a tiny micro-light book of sorts materialized in front of my eyes. 

When I put my eye very close to it, I could see that it contained dots and lines of information, DNA code, everything that the intelligence agency had of my history going all the way back to my beginning — to when I emerged into existence, perhaps.

 At that point “in the dream,” I realized that when I had arrived here (on Earth I guess), all my history had been blocked from my awareness. However, in that same moment, as soon as the man had said my name and given me that futuristic looking memory stick, micro book or whatever it was, it was as though an alarm had sounded, and for committing the transgression of sharing that information with me, the man was immediately being recalled. He began to dematerialize in front of me, as though he were being sucked out of the dimension we were in and back to some other dimension. I tried to hold onto him but was not successful. Note! I guess that the man was a part of me from which I’ve separated my awareness.

 Then some other people arrived on the scene to deal with me — like there was now a problem that had to be dealt with. As I walked into a large hall (that looked very non-organic) and sat down at a table with a different man, I became concerned that they might notice the microlite information book that I stashed on me. So, I merged it into my body (like an organic mass of information that made a slight bulge but was hidden just out of sight). As I awoke, I still knew exactly where this particular mass of information was located, and I could even physically feel it.

 The moral of the dream: all the answers to all of our questions are already within and as us; all we require to do is to stand as the question and look into ourselves to become the answer. And btw, for an example of how I often use words with dual inference/interpretation, have a look at the word, “already,” While we usually use that word in a time-sense to reference an action or situation that has preempted another action or situation, a more accurate (dare I say more correct) inference/interpretation would be a state of being that is all-ready or complete. Another word that I often enjoy using (instead of need) is “require.” to indicate the obligation or responsibility of coming back together to stand as one — kind of like getting the band (or quire) back together to stand equally as one to sing/sound in unison…

 Did that answer all of my questions? Nope! But then again, how much fun would this journey be with nothing more to question?

 And as for the assurances I gave to the part of me that pointed out the record of information that is contained in my physical body (which btw is contained within and as us all and is also equally accessible), I’m beginning to feel (as a knowing) that the reason I detest secrecy so much is because I contain so many of them. And I say that it’s time to start letting them go, unveiling everything. After all, is it even possible to do any more damage than has already been done? I say that the core of our problem has always been the secrecy that went on to birth the fear and so on.

Dreams and Symbolism

 In the first scene of this dream, I find myself teaching at a school that I hadn’t gone to in a while. I wonder if I’m even supposed to be there. I wonder if they haven’t already replaced me with someone else — it feels as though I haven’t shown up for work in quite a while. I ask the elementary-school aged students where we are in the book, and they say we finished it but the boss or owner of the school won’t let them move on to the next book because the school franchise isn’t yet permitting it.

 I decide to find the owner, get the money that I’m owed and get the hell out of there, but as soon as she sees me, she scurries away. When I attempt to follow her, a man, perhaps the one who’s replacing me grabs hold of my arms firmly and attempts to prevent me from following her. I go straight for his windpipe and begin to squeeze it. It occurs to me that this doesn’t to look good. So I loop my right wrist around his shoulder and begin pushing him down. I notice that I’m enjoying this wrestling match and I tell him that he’s not going to win. Suddenly, I feel one of his fingers tickles my chin in jest as though he’s just teasing me. Later I realize the message to myself in that.

 Having better things to do and basically wanting to get home, I decide to forgo the money and head home. I find myself gliding through the air holding onto a bookshelf, using it as a wing as I descend down over a snow covered mountain side, presumably on my way home. The problem is I’m losing altitude too quickly and will end up crash landing in one of the small lakes or ponds in the valley below unless I increase my altitude. I turn the bookshelf or file cabinet over (as I’m still gliding through the air) and I empty its contents, which solves the problem, enabling me to increase my altitude.

 In the next scene, I find myself having landed in a strange city near a bunch of construction workers just finishing up their work. I begin speaking with one of them, a dark skinned man as he is apparently getting ready to return home. I ask him, do you know which direction Taoyuan city is i? He replies that he’s never heard of the place. Then it occurs to me that I’m lost in a far off land that I don’t even recognize.

 I follow him, ask him if he can help and say that I’ll pay him. But when I look at my wallet, there’s nothing in it, not even an ID. I go with him him into a restaurant and notice that I’m extremely hungry and thirsty. I’m thankful that this stranger seems willing to trust that I’ll pay him back later for the food and assistance in getting home.

 Suddenly, I notice a police car coming fast downhill towards the shop we’re in. I can see that it’s going to crash through the front entrance and hit him. So I grab him and push him out of the way, but it doesn’t matter because the police car turned at the last minute. I noticed the stranger checking to make sure that I didn’t just steal his wallet, which, even to this day is something that I’ve conditioned myself to do whenever a stranger bumps into me. With that, I realize that he is me and this is a dream. I say to him, this is a dream, I am you and you are me.

 Finally, I manage to grab a food basket, which I don’t get a chance to eat (almost never do in my dreams). I see a waitress with a bottle of Mountain Dew (energy drink), and I ask her for it. She reluctantly gives it to me, but shows me that it’s already been opened/used for a while, like it’s been on display or something like that. So I don’t drink, but instead find myself kissing the waitress’s neck and she seems to be enjoying it. Another waitress comes on the scene and I forget all about the Mountain Dew or that I’m trying to get home. And just as I’m thinking this is kind of fun, I recall that it’s just a dream, I’d just be fucking myself, and I wake myself up.

 In another dream, I've just moved to Singapore and bought a house with my partner. Shortly after moving into our new home, we meet a neighbor who offers to show me around. I find myself walking through various parts of Singapore, but I’m not wearing any shoes and it’s not the Singapore I remember.

 The neighbor tells me he’s a teacher trainer and suddenly it occurs to me that I haven’t yet actually signed a contract, which leads me to hesitate to tell him what I do or where I’m going to work. Thus, in addition to feeling insecure or vulnerable by being barefoot, I also feel that my partner and I may have bought the house too soon and committed ourselves to living in Singapore without having a secure income.

 I decided to write these particular dreams out because they point out some issues that I’ve been noticing for which I haven’t yet come up with solutions. Specifically, even though I’m able to see the programs, the folders and the files as though they’re in bookshelves or file cabinets in my mind, I haven’t yet eliminated the programs themselves or even completely prevented them from automatically attempting to activate.

 In other words, I still haven’t been able to empty myself of the contents of the programs of subliminal undercurrent programs attempting to resource energy for my mind consciousness system. It’s like, while my mind consciousness system craves for energy to survive, I as the directive principle am constantly intervening to stop the energetic/emotional programmed playouts, which has led to my mind slowing down a lot, yet not stopping. It just never gives up.

 As for the symbolism, teaching or even being at a school, wondering if I’ve been replaced, wondering where I am in the book/lesson, being in a faraway land, being far from home, alone… Having to empty the contents of the file cabinet or bookshelf is showing what I’ve been attempting to do. The question that I keep asking myself is, how do I empty myself of these base programs, am I even able to remove them once and for all? And being thirsty for the Mountain Dew energy drink, I guess that’s my mind wanting more energy.

 Instead of going for a frontal assault, blindly attempting to push through these aspects of my mind, my tactic is to continuously weaken the defenses of the mind by reducing its energy supply so as to eventually push my way through. 

 

 

Stubbornness

 Yesterday having completed a blog post regarding my current assessments and future predictions about humanity, the little voice inside of me said to just hold off a bit on posting that. Which I did because I have learned that there’s no harm in sleeping on questions before making decisions and acting on them.

 In the dream, I’m up in the mountains far away from anything in my bright red Jeep (that I owned about 16 years ago) that had just been impounded for a minor infraction or rule violation. Whereas a vehicle that I drive in my dreams usually represents my body itself, the state I’m in and/or the direction I’m heading, a vehicle for transporting groups of people usually represents a group of bodies traveling together. The awesome go anywhere and do anything that I want Jeep (that I used to have) represents a body of EGO, I think, speak and do as I please. Lol: thankfully I have honestly changed this point extensively; however, there are apparently still some points of stubbornness that I’m still quite stubborn about, perhaps even a little righteous. Thus I guess that this dream was pointing out to me (as a reminder) the risks or drawbacks of being righteous, stubborn or both.

 The local authorities up there in the small mountain village apparently didn’t take kindly to my attitude and even the people on the sidelines that (I used to know and be friendly with) seemed to now despise me. One the authorities seemed to even want to make it his mission to punish me. Being outnumbered and stuck in “their system,” I decided that the best course of action in order to extricate myself, was to bend my back and apologize.

 Unfortunately, by time I had finally decided to humble myself, the paperwork for the administrative action had already been initiated and it was too late. Thus, I resigned myself to just paying the fine and getting the hell out of there. How much is it I ask. The guy looks  at me somewhat sadly and says, it’s a lot, five. Five thousand I say. No, five million. The situation had just gone from bad to worse and now I was left with no option but to  give up my go anywhere, do anything bright red Jeep (ego). I might even have to leave the country and go on the run.

 

What's the message of this dream?

The bright red jeep represents a personality point of ego that I’m apparently still not wanting to let go of. For example, I want to hold onto my rights, the right to speak that which I think, the right to do as I please as long as I’m not hurting anyone and so on. It’s like a balancing point, wherein I understand the importance of considering how far I am able to go, how much I am able to say, etc., in consideration of other people’s views and my location within the system, while still softly exercising my rights as much as possible without causing disruption to myself and/or others.

 

All of this leads me to the question: how much should I actually participate (in terms of speaking and moving myself) within the system itself? Perhaps I’ll look more at this topic later.

Pathways

 In the dream, we are building a pathway of roads and bridges to get through difficult terrain, high mountains, rugged shore-lines and dangerous stretches of waterway.  In helping to build these pathways and in looking at what has already been built, I see that we have taken what is still usable of the old and re tasked it. I see a newly built bridge with old wooden planks and I marvel at the pulley system now being used to ferry supplies slightly above and to the side of the bridge.  It reminds me of the pulleys that may have been used in America’s old west, perhaps during the 1800’s in the California gold rush. And now it is being utilized again.

 Suddenly I am informed of a bottleneck up ahead in the supply lines. An image appears showing that the pathway has backed up and is now beginning to spill parcels off and over the sides of that section. In my haste to get to the problem and solve it, I begin running at full-speed straight in the direction of the problem, straight into a large body of murky water that looks like a pit where garbage and sewage has been dumped over time and is now covered with water and surrounded by swamp.

 Not hesitating for a moment, even to consider using the newly built bridge that flashes slightly above me and off to my left, I continue moving full speed straight into the murky waters, where I then begin swimming across. As I am swimming, it occurs to me that there are probably crocodiles lurking beneath that will attempt to pull me under if they can. As I near the other side, I see a muddy embankment with marks of slithering snakes and I realize that I’m now going to have to go through those snakes in the swamp ahead.

 Out of the water and onto the muddy perimeter covered with poisonous slithering snakes, I begin stamping my feet, double-timing it while still running straight ahead in the same direction. There are no alternative routes now, I’m going to go straight through them.  While most of them slither out of my way, a thin reddish-gray one raises its body up in attack posture and begins slithering in my pathway straight towards me.

 Still pounding my feet in determination, I backtrack a bit away from it before once again moving straight forward. I’m going to get to where I’m heading even if I have to go straight through it, and even if it strikes me, it’s fangs probably won't get through the material of my pant legs.  As I’m charging, I begin awakening from the dream, but not before I once again view a glimpse out of the corner of my eye, of the bridge that had already been built, that I could have taken to avoid all of this, which in hindsight, would also have been faster, if only I had slowed down to consider the best pathway to solving the problem.

 Awoke from the dream, I notice a common theme symbolizing the more difficult and possibly more treacherous path that I sometimes take in my haste to defend my pathway by attempting to dispense with problems quickly rather than patiently walking through them. In the physical reality, though, it’s more associated with the way I perceive certain points.

 For example, in my haste for humanity to get through these dire times, I have been injecting my perspectives into arguments between the Left and the Right, with the (dare I say) righteous intention of getting others to change their way of thinking as well as their course (to get on the right pathway of course). In a sense, I’ve been attempting to push things through rather than just let things play out and watch the show.

 For example, in terms of what’s going on in the USA in relation to the attacks by globalist powerbrokers against the presidential election, the citizens of the USA and humanity as a whole, even though I estimate the most likely outcome to this part of the journey will be the best one that we’re able to attain under the current circumstances, regardless of my input and/or participation, I am still not inclined to take that bridge and watch the fight from afar while I amble on by.

 The key word here for me I guess is “the fight.” To amble on by and watch while the same old corrupted entities of the old system attempt to syphon the power of democracy from so many people that are now so clearly standing up to take back their power as well as their responsibility, is something that I am not inclined to do — even if we are existing in a conscious bubble. In short, if I don’t stand and participate here where I am, as best I am able, when and where will I stand and participate?

 It’s somewhat baffling for me: while my dream indicates that I often disregard the easier pathways in favor of more adventurous and/or treacherous ones, I tend to view the treachery ahead, as a way to challenge myself. It reminds me of my younger days when I would often find myself walking in dark woods; even if I had a flashlight, I often wouldn’t use it so as not to become dependent on the light.

 That’s my dream: in relation to the section of pathway that humanity is now walking, it reminds me that easier pathways (that lead to the same destination) are sometimes available. The key is to look for and decide upon the best one, before running headlong into the swamp and its swamp creatures. And those little buggers are now coming out of the shadows in mass.

ColorIN My Dream

This is something new that I don’t remember seeing before. In my last blog post, All in an Afternoon Nap, I wrote how I noted in a dream that there was something about the colors that seemed strange, like something that reminded me of a Disney production. Although at the time, I didn’t think much of this point, this afternoon while napping, something similarly strange happened that convinced me to take a closer look at this point.

Just before awakening, I found myself in the backyard of a family that I knew while growing up in my hometown. As I was walking, presumably back home, the family that owned that backyard were all lined up in front of their barn for what looked like a photo op. As I walked by, one of them said something to me. “Hi, I said as I continued to walk by without glancing over. Again he spoke, this time calling out my name, “Tom La Grua, invite me over.” I stopped, turned around and walked to where he was standing with the sunlight on his face in front of the barn with the others. I looked at him: “Hi, I didn’t notice you. You look so much older,” I said, meaning it in a nice way because he really did seem to have a beautiful color about him. There were red, orange and yellow hues, like high definition desert colors. “Invite me over,” he said once again, and then I was in another scene with someone else and there was cake. Suddenly I had a craving for that sugary frosting. I piled it all on to a place and was about to eat it when I woke up.

So what’s so important about this dream, that I would write a blog post on it for the sake of posterity, for future generations to read? The COLORS IN THE DREAM! I’ve never (to the best of my recollection) ever seen such vivid, beautiful colors, such desert-like hues in my dreams. What’s weirder (well maybe not so weird for me): in my last dream that had such colors in it, I even noted the strangeness of such colors while I was dreaming and I also mentioned something else about colors in the blog post I wrote about that dream.

But didn’t see the significance of it until now. I don’t recall ever seeing such vivid colors, especially not those particular hues in any of my dreams. What could this possibly signify?

I’m guessing that it has something to do with the changes taking place right now to the minds of human beings. I’ve been writing a lot recently about the changes occurring to the minds of human beings, including  of course, mine. The thing is, to comprehend or follow even a little bit of what I’m saying, it helps to be able to consider that the design of human beings includes an AI component calle the mind, which makes us programmable (to an extent), kind of like organic robots I guess. I like robots.

Lol, I often wonder about other people not being able or willing to consider and comprehend things that they're programmed not to look at. And then I wonder what I’m missing out on. OK, for those that have made it this far (in reading or scanning this post), here’s something to consider in relation to what’s happening in the world.

Even though the Coronavirus was foreseen a long, long time ago, it has nothing to do with the wrath of God, but it is a gift. From my perspective, the Coronavirus is effectively assisting human beings by singling or cueing our bodies to (I guess you could say) disengage certain aspects of the mind. In the long term, this is going to be awesome. In the short term however… I think we’re losing certain aspects of our minds.

Also keep an eye on the colors and/or perhaps the holographics. I think some changes may also be  occurring in this area. 

The Unseen Enemy Revealed in a Dream

I dreamt of being in a town controlled by an entity that was feeding off of the energy of the town’s people, absorbing their life essence as the people fought among themselves in the hopes of gaining (interestingly) more power. As I was moving through the town, I walked by a crowd of mostly young people in their twenties making their way  towards what reminded me of a fraternity house.

Someone in the crowd spotted me as an outsider and decided to target me to be bullied and abused.  In looking back at this point (going deeper into the layers of the memory so to speak) and asking myself who these people were,  it was as though their nature, lacking purpose, yet not in itself intrinsically evil, did not  match the callousness of what they were attempting to do. As though they were doing what they thought they were supposed to do without actually knowing what it was they were doing or why they were doing it. Off hand, I would call that “group think,” but in reality (after rewriting this several times, pushing myself to locate ideas, judgments, projections and take complete responsibility for everything (it is after all, my dream),  I’m starting to see (in terms of the human situation) that this point of knowing something has to be done, but not knowing exactly what to do, applies to me, too. I guess it applies to a lot of us: consequence is after all something that must first be walked through before something better is able to be created.

As if attempting to frighten me, they began to encircle me and then one of them  began to attack me. I wasn’t frightened or even the least bit reactive emotionally and I easily brushed him aside and didn’t even bother to fight back. However, the moment he hit me in the chin, I did fight back; and in looking back at this point, I noticed that a very  interesting thing happened to the attacker - at least in my eyes.

As soon as I stood up to him, he physically shrunk (in dream terms) to a third of his original size, whereupon I knocked him to the ground, grabbed both of his legs with one hand and was about to smash him down onto the ground, when suddenly the ground became a chalice and his body transformed (like a bursting water balloon) into but about a half of cup of liquid energy that fell into the chalice that was immediately swooped up and gulped down by the unseen entity.

In shifting my view, the scene had changed and I found myself in the basement of that house, looking at what appeared to be a shallow pit dug like an oversized grave into the earthen floor. At the bottom of the pit, sitting upright and leaning back against a dirt wall was something that reminded me of one of those horror-movie monsters that fed on the souls of people who would then become part of that thing as it grew. And it had offspring or baby things growing on it like warts attached to its skin.

It looked at me, acknowledged my presence and with a wave of its arm, as though to welcome me to “all of this,” it telepathically communicated that I was welcome to remain - as one of them (a consumer rather than the consumed). It looked at me as though it knew me from the past. Then I woke up and immediately noted that this dream and that particular entity represents the unseen entity or enemy that I’ve been referring to and thinking a lot about.

In analyzing this dream, bringing everything back to me, the first point I noticed was the complete absence of emotion - nothing coming up inside of me. Which is cool because in many past dreams, whenever I became frightened or felt threatened, I would almost always end up destroying/crushing/obliterating that  which I feared or reacted to, which occasionally left me wondering who the monster actually was.

In this particular dream, it is also relevant that the entity invited me to join the party just after I had obliterated that which I had deemed a threat, thereby feeding, sustaining and dare I say, even creating the very energetic entity or idea of something “out there” to blame for the domino like breakdown of society that seems to be spreading throughout humanity.

For example, in writing about how the overlords via their minions at Facebook and Google threaten human civilization with their corporate censorship and numerous other evil deeds, what I’ve really been doing without quite knowing (on a conscious level) what I’ve been doing, is casting out my power (via the pointed finger of blame) in the direction of that which I blamed, thereby giving up my power to that which I blamed, thereby abdicating my responsibility, as the ability to respond as human authority  equally as one with every other human. See, I and everyone else require to understand completely, is that no one is coming to save us, not God, not Jesus and certainly not the ET’s, because no one but is able to - which is why we’ve gotta do it ourselves. And until we stop pointing our fingers to the left and the right, things are just going to get worse. 

In terms of symbolism (after honestly decoding this dream), I see that while I really have made tremendous strides in stopping energetic reactions or emotions, I still have work to do on the point of responding rather than reacting to movement within my environment. Specifically, I still require to completely stop judging myself as being threatened by those unto which I disagree.  The key is to stand as a point of harmony even in the midst of chaos; and this is kind of how I perceive everyone is able to eventually stand - as a point of harmony by embracing and living the principles of oneness, equality and what is best for all. The path to walk is the path we create as the point of self-creation as is best for all.

In summary, the most important lesson and realization of this dream has to do with the so-called unseen enemy that I and many others have been referring to. While I guess that there are quite a lot of things “out there,” none of it even holds a candle to the real enemy or threat to humanity that feeds off of us every time I/we point our fingers at something else as being the cause, instead of taking unconditional responsibility within and as ourselves for that same exact point. Even in my dream, there was nothing inherently evil about that entity and the only reason it existed was because I had created it and was still feeding it. Not at all what I had expected would come of analysing this dream. That being said, as the saying goes, know thyself.

Embracing the Monster

I’ve recently been asking myself a question in relation to oneness and equality of life and how it could possibly be that each human being could possibly be responsible, equally as one for everything that has been created as the physical existence of earth. How is it that each human being could possibly be equally as one responsible for the state of this world, especially when it comes to bioweapons, plagues of locusts, child trafficking and so much more?” I mean, from the mathematical equation, “the whole being equal to the sum of all its parts,” to “the democracy of creation,” I get this oneness and equality thing to an extent, but in many ways it’s morel like a mantra that I repeat as a principle by which I push myself to change for the betterment of all, rather than something that I’m really able to see, realize and understand.

I enjoy looking at points and the relationship lines by which they connect to one another to create outflows and basically manifest what is here. For example, in connecting the dots of my perception of the past, present and possible future outflows, as well as  the past-futures of other timelines (that must in my view also be influencing the timeline that we are now on), I think we are now possibly in the process of rewriting or correct (on a different line of course) the future of humankind - which kind of off topic.

So to get back to the point of this writing, as I  perceive that there is still so much bad out there, some good too, but so much that seems to be really bad, I therefore ask myself (a lot as of late), how “I” could possibly be equally as one responsible for such evil? Interestingly, in looking for answers, I will sometimes end up dreaming in relation to a question so as to then look at it from a more subconscious perspective I guess. But then I still have to make sense of the symbols.

In the dream pertaining to the question, “How could I possibly be equally as one responsible for weaponized viruses being released onto humanity?, I found myself trapped in a very scary house, like a haunted house where the floors would move and the corridors suddenly become long and narrow in order to prevent someone from escaping.  Representing the first point, was a monster of a man dressed in a white shirt and pants similar to clothes worn by scientists and laboratory technicians, who also seemed to be the caretaker of that house. Additionally, most likely representing the virus in question, there were varying shapes of gray cloudlike droplets in the air, that seemed for a moment to want to engulf me.

Whenever the  monster confronted me, I embraced it by wrapping my arms around it and hugging it. However, when it came to the gray droplets in the air, I wanted nothing to do with them, which (after writing and rewriting this over the last few days) shows me that when it comes to “the virus,” I’m still harboring a fear of it and not necessarily practicing what I preach, lol.

When I finally managed to get out of that mansion to the safety of an open field, the monster-man was also there as though he was waiting for me. Once again, I embraced the monster, but this time in a teasing way, almost as though to say, cmon, let’s play some more. But instead of trying to scare me some more, the man in the white lab suit dejectedly turned and began walking away.  Not wanting to let  him go, I caught up with him and we ended up walking away together.

As a knowing, I see what all of this means, including to an extent, how I could possibly be equally as one responsible for the state of this world. But for some reason, it’s still difficult (as a form of resistance) for me to formulate the words in my mind before typing them out.

The monster man in the lab suit represents the evil elite, I imagine are (in a hands on way)  responsible for creating and releasing the viruses and the plagues that have recently been unleashed upon this earth.  Regardless of how they came to be, whether it was via the globalists and their weather modification technology making it rain in the deserts and so on, or the evil pharmaceutical companies creating the virus to then profit off of it by selling their so-called “Remdesivir” vaccine, or as I read it, “remedy deceiver” vaccine, the fact of the matter is (as per the democracy of creation), a part of me is equally as one responsible for the outflows that physically manifest in/as this existence.
If you imagine a holographic sphere of the substance of life, with an innumerable number of points of life, all equally as one making up and creating the whole of that sphere, its nature and everything it is, and each point of life also being composed of or containing all of the other points of the sphere in and as it as well - plus the point of itself as the director/creator of the whole at each one’s particular point, you will then also perhaps see that each point is equally as one responsible for the manifested creation of the whole. No, I don’t actually see it yet, either, but I’ll bet that math of oneness and equality, as well as the democracy of creation works the same or similar to that of a hologram. And I’ll leave that for another day.

Getting back to the question in relation to the Coronavirus: where inside of me am I equally as one creating this crisis?  The bottom line is, there is a part of me that enjoys and even thrives (to an extent) on conflict and crisis, a part of me that seems to almost appreciate the stability and clarity of focus that I seem to find in chaos. And although this aspect of myself has at times been useful, especially in survival situations, I’ve come to question the part of me that longs for and even enjoys it.

For example, in dreams past, I once found myself attempting to save an innocent little boy from a burning house filled with monsters that I had just destroyed in a duel with swords, which ended with me chopping the pig-head of the pig-man in the tuxedo. “Cmon”, I said to the cute little boy, “We’ve gotta get out of here now!”, only to have him look up at me with a devilish grin and say, “why, the fun’s just getting started.” I didn’t realize until years later that that little boy was me.

Symbolically speaking, the gray water-like droplets moving through the air and attempting to engulf me represent “the virus.” And even though, I would say that I’m really not too worried about viruses, that in an existential sense, I think they’re actually supporting human beings and the physical body of earth by targeting the systems of consciousness and so on, I still would prefer to see humanity just come together, renounce inequality and corruption, and work together to bring about a world based on the foundation of equal life that is best for all. This is the point that I am walking to stand as, and I will see this through. But to do that, I must understand that, as a point within and as the whole, everything that I think, say and do does matter. Which is why it is important for me to locate, address and correct all points within and as myself that are in any way, shape or form contributing to creational outflows that are not what is best for all.

On a final note: as for the disruption that is now becoming very visible in the world system, I’m guessing it’s going to serve as a catalyst for ushering in a new global financial system. Not necessarily the optimal path to a solution, but as I said, still heading in the right direction.

There is so much more, the bottom line for me being, if I’m gonna preach oneness, equality as what is best for all (which I will forever do), I’ve gotta learn to live it through and through. This is my challenge - to face the monster in me and change myself to stand as that which really is best for all. Which means I gotta stop teasing and egging on the monster in me.

Waking up with a low Heart Rate

Once again, I begin with a dream, which wasn’t  really a dream in the classical sense wherein I found  myself in a sleep state interacting with different characters and/or programs in different dimensions myself, but one wherein I suddenly found myself aware of myself in my physical body, as the physical body covered with blankets and something else intent upon getting my attention and waking me up.

As I lay there aware of myself inside of my body surrounded by blankets, yet unable to physically move, like I was paralyzed, something that I perceive or imagined to be a cat on the outside of the blanket startled me with a bite to my big toe. Immediately, I tried to wake up, but I couldn’t move. Then the same thing happened to one of my fingers on my left hand and I began struggling even harder, attempting to yell and scream in order to wake up, but still I couldn’t move. And although I was perceiving myself as making noises, I got the feeling that I wasn’t really getting through to the physical reality out there. Finally I decided to breathe: one, two, three, wake up, I said to myself and then I was awake.

As soon as I awoke, the first thing I noticed was that my heart rate was very slow. I guessed that my blood pressure was also very low and I really felt like just falling back to sleep again, but I didn’t dare. So instead I just focused on my breathing, which I often do when I wake up in the middle of the night - rather than allowing my mind to race like I used to do. After a while, I did go back to sleep, but not before removing most of the blankets so that I wouldn’t get too comfortable.

In the morning, after I got out of bed, walked around for a while and drank come coffee, I used one of those machines to check my blood pressure and heart rate. While my blood pressure was 105 over 60, my heart rate was still only 46 beats per minute. Now, after being up for an hour, writing and drinking coffee,  it’s still only 124 over 74 with a heart rate of 48 beats per minute. This does seem kind of slow. However, this could also be the result of eating better, exercising and reducing my alcohol intake by about ninety-nine percent over the last 7-9 months.

Now for the main reason or question I have in deciding to write this out: once again I ask, who am I in all of this and why is it that one part of me has to communicate with another part of me - shouldn’t it be one “I” of understanding and moving as one? Literally when I finally woke up and was able to move, I embraced my physical body and said, “good work, thanks for waking me up.”

I guess in communicating with my physical body (of my physical body communicating with me),  I’m bridging the separation gap and the parts of me are coming closer together. Something to as part of my journey. And now I’m going to begin preparing for next semester’s classes.

Animals in my Dreams

Sometimes, sleep can be a nice and restful and sometimes it can be a struggle. There’s always something to learn though. The key to working with dreams, I think, is to understand that no matter what you see or where you seem to be in the dream, everyone, everywhere is always a part of you - which perhaps simply requires embracing. Lately in my dreams, it seems I’ve mostly just been running away from something, fighting when trapped and harming that which was asking for attention.

Last night, it was once again as though the programs inside of me in their suits and uniforms were out to get me. In recalling the memories of wandering through the crowded streets of people, apartment buildings and sometimes empty corridors, I wonder why some programs would define (or that particular perception point of me) as a threat in my own dream. Sometimes, in not recognizing me as a target, they would just ignore me. But as soon as I started speaking (just to make conversation), their attitudes seemed to change and I suddenly become a target. Metaphorically speaking, it was like, in their world, I was the virus and they were the antibodies. 

Searching for a safe place, the place where I was supposed to be or the place where my friends were,  I ran when I could, fought when I was trapped, but even the kind looking old lady that I thought would help me seemed only to want to hack me with an ax.

Switch scenes to another dream, perhaps another day; I’m trying to get out of somewhere, some kind of apartment or compartment. However, as soon as I’m outside the door, there’s someone in front of me handing me a huge black salamander. The salamander takes my arm in its mouth and even though it’s not hurting me, I’m frightened and I want to get away, but it seems to want me to stay. In fear, I ended up crushing the salamander in my hand. Thankfully though, I awoke with the memory still intact soas to consider the message.

According to Salamander Dream Meaning and Interpretations - Dream Stop:  the salamander is a water dweller and brings messages of emotions, spirituality, and how to move easily through the challenges you meet. She may come to ask if you use your time wisely. ... Salamander's appearance in your dreams is a message of transformation.

In that same dream, as I recall, I was once again attempting to get out of a room or compartment. As I walked out, a lion was there looking at me. I seemed to not want me to leave and it took part of my arm in its mouth. Sadly once again, as I did with the salamander, I also ended up hurting the lion in order to escape. On this note, although a part of me is saddened by the thought of hurting those animal representations within me, I also realize (by now) that different parts of me are actually communicating with one another in these dreams. And as all of me understand when it comes to dream symbolism, that I’ll simply type it into Google, it does make sense to use symbols that I care about.

To see a lion in your dream can symbolize strength, courage, assertiveness, and power. Lions can represent predatory feelings deep inside of you such as aggression, that is directed at people around you. ... Lions are considered the king of the jungle and represent authority over others. Source: Lion Dream Interpretation and Meaning - Dream Stop. For me this means that I’ve been suppressing aggression, specifically when it comes to speaking out on a certain topic to certain people - weighing on me a lot as of late.

And to finish off this post, there was a dog dream. As per  Dreams About Dogs – Meaning and Interpretation: A dog in a dream is a sign of self – defense. ... Dogs in dreams are a symbol of loyalty, protection, fidelity and intuition. This dream might symbolize you or someone close to you who has these qualities. Sometimes a dream about dogs indicates some forgotten or ignored talents you have.

Use my time wisely, transforming myself, suppressed aggression…?  I affectionately like to think of myself as Turtlewalker, wisely moving at a turtle’s pace, determined to eventually realize my destination, yet careful not to create expectations as to what my destination is or when I’ll get there. Dream translation: get off your ass and face these issues Thomas and use your ability with words to speak out from a starting point of honor, respect and integrity to get your process moving once again.

Symbols and signs, it’s amazing what you can find. The key, I guess is to determine where to focus and what to focus on. And on that note, after having done exactly that (including finishing this post), I noticed last night before going to sleep how I’ve just recently decided to begin looking closely into “the pain” of positive energies - which is kind of new for me.

Bringing my Beingness back in order to wake Up

The other afternoon as I lay in bed just before waking from a nap, a ringing tone (just like the incoming call notification on my phone sounded inside of me  resulting in me becoming aware of being inside of my body, yet not fully awake,  like during those transitioning moments in the space between being asleep and awake. In my younger days, I used to linger there and explore. I thought it was where the ghosts and demons got stuck, because that's where I'd often find them.

Anyway, while the ringing sound was notable for me at that moment because it was coming from inside of me, presumably for the purpose of waking me up, what happened next was even more notable. It was as though a line or a connection from that V point area of my rib cage was compressing or condensing to bring in or bring back another part of me from somewhere else.  And then when all of me was here in/as the body, the transition complete and I was awake. My question now is, where did that part of me on the other end of the string go and why is it that my awareness seem to be separated by something? In looking back at this point again, it seems to me that the string and the other part of me returned from the other side of a cellulose like lining or something like that.

Then last night while looking at the night sky from my balcony, I thought how cool it would be if I could fly through the atmosphere to the dome or bubble that I think surrounds us. Any while I'm not so interested in seeing what's on the other side, I would just like to examine the substance of the bubble.

Considering the sheer number of points or thoughts that I tend to look at on a daily basis, I didn’t think too much of it at the time - just some more of my fanciful thoughts. Then this morning (which is now last week by the time I post this) just before waking up, I found myself in a dream room of lots of different uncompleted contraptions and designs of things. The one that caught my attention though was like a lightweight translucent thing that looked like the fuselage or body of a small airplane that didn’t yet have wings or an engine and would have just been big enough for me to slide into. In wondering why I would find myself looking at this kind of thing in a dream, I'm guessing that just as a part of me wakes me up from sleep at certain times, so too does a part of me  follow up on my conscious thinking - which in this case had to do with wanting to be able to fly around.

I’ve been writing a lot about dreams lately because I’ve been noticing differences between the dreams I used to have and the ones I’m now having. For example, aside from being far less cluttered and no longer violent or frightening, my dreams these days seem to be much more aligned with points that I look at and/or consciously question. I think this has to do with bringing various awareness (that make up the me, myself and I kind of thing) closer together from and as my starting-point intention to have all areas of myself cooperating together equally as one understanding.

On a final note (for today’s post), I don’t really buy into the idea that my beingness just goes into a coma like state when I sleep. Rather, (from a conscious perspective), I think that a part of me (or that which I am a part of) goes to the other side of the bubble, yet somehow everything stays linked or connected together.    While in sleep state, it is as though my physical body and my mind consciousness system do maintenance work, while my beingness goes off somewhere else until a part of me rings the bell to single all components to prepare to once again wake up and embrace this opportunity 🙂.

Dream: Fasten your seatbelt = Remain Grounded

The dream I had the other night seemed to be a followup to the one I recently had  about wanting to drive a really big truck, yet not being able or capable of doing so without crashing and destroying the vehicle.

As I pointed out in that dream, whereas vehicles in my dreams usually represent my physical body, how well I’m able to drive the vehicle perhaps refers to  my understanding of myself within and as my physical body. i.e., how well I really understand the works and functioning of my physical body - in the process of taking complete responsibility for the physical body. Think about it! How often do we even take notice of our breathing, the heart beating, the blood as physical/energy information flowing through the body? When there’s an energetic imbalance or buildup leading to a buildup of physical mass, are we immediately able to determine the source of the imbalance so as to correct it?

I think that, in order to understand how to specifically care for this physical existence as a whole, we require to also understand how to care for our physical bodies - which are apparently of the same exact design, as within so without kind of thing…   So what I’ve been doing lately (to better utilize my sleep time) is asking myself a question or giving myself a directive just before I go to sleep. In this case, I think the directive was to explore the inner workings of my physical body - so as to understand myself better.

In the dream, I found myself driving the red Jeep Wrangler, a fun, capable allround  heavy-duty vehicle that I used to have. And as I recall, because I was wanting to get somewhere quickly, I was driving a little bit fast. Suddenly the road became very bumpy, I was having difficulty keeping the vehicle on the road and realized that there was a chance that I would lose control and perhaps roll over.   In noticing that I didn’t have my seatbelt on, I tried to fasten it, but couldn’t get it snapped in while also maintaining my focus on driving. Thus I made the decision to forgo the seatbelt in favor of focusing on maintaining the stability of the vehicle.

In the end, I was able to stabilize the vehicle without rolling it over, falling out of it and symbolically dying in the dream, which was kind of a new thing for me. Often (in the past), I would end up flipping the vehicle or driving it over a cliff and falling or jumping out of it.

The way I interpret this particular dream is as a reminder for me remain securely fastened into my physical body = remain grounded. For example, last week, there were times when I allowed myself to think too much about an issue, which in turn led to a buildup of emotional energy, which ended up requiring more time to write/right or resolve than it would have if I had simply started writing out my thoughts on that point before the emotion began building up.

As time goes by, the time it takes me to stop and resolve energetic imbalances within myself continues to lessen. And in my dream, I think a part of was telling me not to wait until I’m on rough roads to ground myself and or fasten myself in; best to simply remain grounded all of the time so as to always be prepared to completely focus on and manage situations as they arise.