Archive for October, 2012

I don’t know what to make of it but it’s happening more often—I’m living the “wrong” days.

I only realized this evening as I was settling down to read my daily word. I felt a little strange, like my room looked the same but different. As I opened to the daily passage, I began reading and then it hit me. I had read the same passage yesterday—Sunday! At least, I thought it was. I looked at the date, it said October 21, 2012—that was yesterday’s date! But it’s today according to the calendar. Then I thought about the article I wrote yesterday, which was Sunday. I’m so serious.

It was my last article below this one, “A Not So Excellent Adventure”. I thought I was writing the post on a Sunday! Read through it. I washed clothes…a Sunday chore. But apparently I WAS in a dream yesterday which was Saturday, that I thought was Sunday—and I lived it like any other.

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I’m actually a bit shaken right now. I’m going to go over my weekend. Friday, Saturday and Sunday involved some intense dreams. I want to try to keep it simple, if I can.

Friday, in the afternoon, I dreamed that someone, a female was preparing me to go to the other side. I read a passage about a woman who overcame the woes of the world through responsibility/balance. I felt proud of her when I finished reading.

The guide than asked me if I was ready. I said yes. I had gotten rid of my worldly possessions, and was headed toward these doors when I said, “Maybe I should say goodbye to my children one last time.” I woke up.

When I woke up, I wept. I wept because I took it as a message to get my affairs in order (under the notion that I would die at any moment). I looked out my bedroom window and it was a sight!

There was a grid(the clouds that look like ripples, or a rib cage) over my house and extended not too far off in the distance. The sun was visible and so bright but what struck me was that there was green, purple, pink, yellowish edges of the clouds closest to the sun.

I wept for a little while feeling like God was there watching me purposely and sending me a message. I went outside and sat in the grass and just looked up for a while and talked to God in bits and pieces. Sometimes his glory is so great I don’t know what to say, or even if what I say makes sense! I felt like nothing yet everything.

I looked through bible passages about getting my affairs in order; I came across I Peter. I read the whole message….I ate it. I got it. Instead of worrying about dying, start living as I should….in other words—- Get off the fence.

Saturday, in the afternoon, I became drowsy and had to lie down. I had to wake up 5 times to come out of my sleep! Where I was, the demographics of my neighborhood had changed, the beach was now viewable from my window. It currently is not (it’s a football field away). I can see the bay though. A women familiar to me came in the window and I asked her why the beach had an island in the middle (it was the bluest water and whitest sand I ever seen!) …but she left without me noticing—apparently I was talking to myself for a little while.

I could have sworn I was awake! I washed clothes, and even snapped at my boys for playing video games so long. When I was actually awake, they said that I did actually yell at them from my room but that they had only just started playing when I did. I even checked on them at one point, but one room was empty. They were in another room (I called out their names) which is where I found them when I did actually wakeup, I had “retraced” my steps from my dream. I kept finding myself on my back in bed.

Everything inside my house was the same but nothing outside was. In one of the levels of the dream I realized that I was sleeping and attempted to wake up but my body was frozen. I told myself to wakeup and I did but I was still dreaming because I couldn’t read the words on my laptop screen which was now on the floor but was on my bed when I fell first fell asleep. That was a lot of work, thinking I was awake and going about daily living only to find myself seeing something that confirmed that I was still asleep. I usually get one dream inside another…. but FIVE?! It actually sucked, and all the energy I sucked up from my foggy morning walk was smashed.

Saturday in the night, I had many dreams but this last one kept pulling me back. There was a man at a desk in a small office. I went to see him about something (I don’t know). He was on the phone. There on his desk I saw papers with my name on them; it was drawings and writings from when I was younger. I remembered them but I wondered why HE had them. I took them and left.

I woke up. But it seemed I was being pulled back. I ended up at his door again, and he was not happy. He wanted something. This is where it got cloudy (between sleep and awake state, I think). He took something of mine and slammed his door. I thought about kicking it down, but I couldn’t move. I was in my bed.

I realized something was very wrong. My teeth began to snarl and felt like they were growing to fangs. I felt weird in my throat to scream. I saw something over my head but not what it was. I started calling out to Jesus, I felt this thing trying to cover my face in darkness. I started singing Jesus’s name and said the Lord’s Prayer. Everything went back to normal in my room, and I woke up. But I wasn’t asleep. I know it.

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I awoke from a few dreams I had throughout the night. Seems as if I’m being put through different timelines. Since I’m aware when I’m dreaming, I kind of go with some, others I want no parts of. Some dreams involve my family, which are mainly my children.

As a youth, I dreamed of my mother coming to me as a grim reaper a few times (I really did not know her well since she put my siblings and I in foster care at very young ages). She is now in a nursing home at a young 50ish, after having a brain-stroke. She lived a hard life on the streets. After finding her, I see after her now, because I love her—I never didn’t. I just didn’t know where she was all these years. She’s healing physically, but I’m not so sure mentally and emotionally; she seems drenched in guilt. (I’m an Empath, and sometimes it’s hard to be around her because of her emotions). She refuses to give it up. Apparently, no matter what I say, she thinks she doesn’t deserve forgiveness. I advised her to simply ask God, then herself….but she keeps asking ME. I keep saying, “I forgive you.”

I often struggled through my youth growing up in different homes, moving often (because the family didn’t want me anymore, I was too weird) I always maintained my schooling for myself since my education seemed to be the only thing I had control over. I kept my ownself in check with my grades; I was considered “very bright” in school. I got bored after just two degrees, because life had really taught me more than any educational institution did or has—I can’t afford a Master’s Degree anyway, my loans are at 30 grand from the lesser ones.

Anyway, I’ve dreamed of Jesus, Mary, the man in the white suit, the lady in the blue dress, and the Pleiadians as well—and a few bad beings. God talks to me often, I’ve definitely began to listen in 2012. Christ came to me in Jan 2012 (while I was on a date! yeah, I know, he did say like a theft in the night!) The dream I’m going to tell you about is short so I’m saving it for further down this post.

Recently I viewed myself in a sort of chamber surrounded by flowers and there were voices repeatedly saying, “Mona wake up!” I heard this music playing but I can’t remember it. I also recently dreamed that I was able to say goodbye to a couple of good friends, and then being dressed in white robes, by a man.

I’ve received instructions on how to BE in these days which come as biblical phrases (see http://www.hearmytruths.wordpress.com) guided into teachings. Also some dreams involve how to stay calm during chaos by using simulated situations, like standing still in raging water until not a ripple can be seen.

I also dreamed that I was told that I am Pleiadian, but I denied such in wake state; then I had another recent dream in which I was told donot deny my heritage, that I am Pleiadian. I thought ok but what’s a earth HUman really to do with that information in a place where saying your from up north, down south, or from Russia is cool. But, “I’m from Pleaides!” Huh?!!! I have yet to say it verbally, I end up stuttering something about down south, but that doesn’t even feel right inside. What do you do OPENLY in truth in a world where mostly everyone is still in illusion?

I often read instruction and stories (after my deciphering symbols and order) in my dreams but I forget most of them upon waking (It used to be in huge white rooms with others dressed in white then onto simulations). I discovered that using an alarm clock causes trauma to my insides. I only started in September to use one since I have wake up at 5 to get everyone out on time. My body used to just wake up on time until then. One more control mechanism on our souls to not remember ourselves…alarm clocks. Hmmp….that just came to me. Something to think about further.

So, l dreamed this morning, that I was sitting playing with my daughter and her toys, and suddenly the whole room begin to turn forward. I was calm because knew the earth was moving on her axis (we had been told this would happen just not when) so I stood up and reached for my daughter, everything stopped. The earth had not turned completely over. Yet. I woke up. Last week I dreamed that I was in a building and a very shaky earthquake began. I calmly stood to leave for safety. I woke up.

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Last night I dreamed that people who knew how to levitate, float, or fly were “called” to one central place (most of us just were able to I don’t know how but I felt a “pull”). There were all kinds of people, young and old of different races. We all were to enter this huge dark-colored ship, and many people did. I stood at the edge of it and my whole body began to charge with electromagnetic power. I broke away and as I was going for the entrance I heard screaming from inside and people began to half run half float out. I tried to see inside but it was dark within the entrance. I heard a voice say, “Don’t go in there.”

I turned around and began to half run half float off the thing. Suddenly police officers and soldiers came out of nowhere and began threatening the people and forcing them into the ship. There was chaos around the ship suddenly. I was trying to act “normal” and not float but the magnetic pull in the atmosphere was strong. So I ducked through the crowd and headed back into the neighborhood which already was in some ruin. I ran into people who were not floaters or flyers, or so it appeared. I asked a man for shoes because I wasnt wearing any; we had given up everything we owned, including our families when we were “called”.

The man gave me shoes and told me to stay calm and only walk. We walked slowly pass all the chaos of people being forced to go into the ship; they were screaming and begging. I noticed the enforcement men did not bother people who walked. We came into the ghetto and there I saw few people walking about in a daze. The man explained that they were not bothered and I responded, “Because they are on drugs.” He shook his head in agreement, “They’re taking their chances and staying.” Then I decided that I would stay behind too.

I saw that people were wearing shoulder length coverings in different colors with different symbols on them. I didn’t have time to decipher them because in dreams, it takes time to see words, numbers, and symbols in order. The man gave me one but not like his, it looked like a woman’s that had begin to follow us. I told her to keep up. I found out that the coverings had the ability to keep us from levitating or flying off. We came upon ruins of buildings. Suddenly I saw a Crystal city in the horizon! It looked like it was floating. We were just looking in awe and people were pointing, so we all decided that’s were we would go to. I woke up.

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This morning I dreamed that I was a new supervisor at a company where only women worked. I was being shown around the office which was tight-spaced and very busy. Everyone seemed to be doing things other than their assigned tasks. One of the employees said to me, “There are always disagreements and fights between the women here, but you should understand that that’s naturally expected.” I responded that I did not understand that, and attempted to offer a solution, which seemed to fall on deaf ears.

We came upon a desk where there was no one sitting, but it was cluttered with what looked like old wooden jewelry boxes, about medium sized. They were lined up along the edges. The women explained that the employee that sat at that desk was out on leave because she became stressed after fighting with another employee. I asked her why they were fighting so much but she did not answer. Instead she pulled a draw open on one of the wooden boxes and in there was full of white pills. I lifted a top open on another box and it also was full of pills. I looked up and looked around at the whole office and noticed that everyone seemed to be drugged. As I was asking why everyone was like that, someone walked up to me and my dreamed shifted into another one.

The dreamed that followed showed me a few of the women that I had worked with at a company up until September of this year. I was a temp there; the women on one floor always said what a great worker I was while the women on the higher floor would criticize me “behind my back in front of my face”( as if I was clueless) without reason. Very few men worked in that office by the way. Anyway back to the dream. So as I said, the dream shifted from the office, and into a park area (which I happen to pass almost every week day). I was lying in a bed observing (I thought that amazingly strange), and there was some of the women I had worked with at that company. I saw that they were just standing there at a distance, doing nothing. Then two women walked toward them from the right entrance of the park (which is usually my exit in wake state). I recognized one of the women as a “higher up” employee of the company I no longer worked at; she is also a pastor of a small church, with less than 50 followers. She had invited me a few times, giving me the written information that included her home number; I knew of four of the employees that attend the Sunday services.

The woman with her I did not know but she sat on a bench and the group of women walked up to her and started touching her. She began to moan and move in fluid movement as if she was under a spell. I’m not sure if *I* said it or thought it but I heard, “That is not the Holy Spirit in her.” I observed for a little while longer as the women continued to touch and rub on her body, then the woman got up off the bench and came to the end of my bed still twisting about but now more like a snake. She eased up in my bed on to my body and I was just lying there now looking attentively at her as the women surrounded my bed while the “higher up” woman just looked on. This time I heard in my head, “That is not the Holy Spirit!”

I seemed to be frozen in place as this woman contorted her body in all kinds of positions. I felt the hard pressure of her movements on my body. I kept watching her. Then I felt something in me swell and I felt my eyes roll, but I still was unable to move. I heard, “This is the Holy Spirit.”, and I began to vibrate. The women started disappearing from my view, but I also could feel that they were leaving out of the park through the left exit (which is usually my entrance in wake state). The pressure was gone from me and the “higher up” woman just stood there looking at me. Then I could “feel” her thought; that she was “testing me to see if I was the real thing.” I woke up.

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I dreamed that I was traveling with my son. We were at a hotel headed up to our room; it appeared to be that we were on vacation somewhere interesting. There were all kinds of beings moving around; besides the usual human type. We never actually made it to the room because the elevator is where we spent most of our time! Ugh!

We were the center of attention, because it seemed that everyone was eager and wanted us to get on the elevator with them, but some of the beings looked so weird that I didn’t want to ride with them, and others just seem to give out bad vibes! We had decided to ride with some of the beings that we thought looked normal (human) but then when the doors closed they would suddenly become rude or act idiotic or even start to “bully” us! Then we would end back up at the lobby elevator again! Other “humans” seemed so sad, and kept waiting for us to choose the RIGHT ride to get on—as if their happiness depended on us being right…hmmm (I don’t know how I knew that but that’s what it FELT like in my mind.)

“If we don’t learn from our history, we’re bound to repeat it until we do learn.”

After getting off ANOTHER “crazy” ride, Jay and I stood in front of the elevators for what seemed a long time for fear that we’d end up back where we started. Finally we had decided to take another chance and ride with “normal-looking humans”—again—but as we went up pass the floors they began to act with erratic behaviors, what one would call CRAZY! Suddenly the whole elevator car lifted up and out of the building and then just crashed back down to the earth! The other passengers were gone, so Jay and I were the only ones who exited the elevator, unharmed but I was very puzzled.

All the beings were standing around looking at us. There in the crowd were the sad humans—and this time they were crying. I woke up.

Perhaps there is, for all of us, a lesson to be learned here—or many lessons. You decide.

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