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That’s deep. I just woke up from a “dream”. I spoke with an indian looking doctor in my dream. He was wearing white. He gave a little girl wearing a vivid red dress a piece of red candy that looked like a medicine pill. She seemed content and skipped off. I also ate a piece, it had liquid in it. He said they’re trying different things to make people better. I THINK he ate a piece. The sun was different, it caused a blindness if people didn’t have the right eye drops. He told me that if I took the wrong drops, I’d become ill, and my children would also become sickened. There was a white lady who owned a blue website that apparently had some Q and A on the different matters. She was familiar to me but I woke up before I could get her name. Shucks!

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I dreamed that I was at the church I went to as a youth. My adopted father was there (who is deceased but I talk to during pivotal moments in my life). It had been announced that Jesus Christ was coming. The church was packed, and there were deacons there clearing the halls saying, “Jesus Christ is Coming!” I was standing at the back seats where I always sat. I was so glad because this meant that all of us who sat at the back of the church would be the first ones to see him coming. I was thinking that he would see me or I would touch his robe. A woman who stood behind me (which would’ve been in front of me originally) tried to distract me about my clothing (a dress with red and blue flowers). She gave me a read tie and I ran off to put it on, but halfway to the bathroom, I realized I would miss Jesus, so I dropped the tie and ran back. She was not happy. The hall lights were turned out. I thought it didn’t matter, we would know him by his light. People were clapping so loud and singing….and we were waiting…I woke up.

*In writing this dream, I see several areas that can easily match biblicalĀ  scripture. Yet, I also see so personal growth.

We easily become distracted by things that people in the world say is best for us. Do I believe this to be a prophecy dream? It doesn’t matter.

What I DO believe is that we should keep our “houses” in order, and not be distracted, to be able to experience the Light for ourselves. The council of Heaven has never led me astray. Not once.

I had a guide to prepare me for Hurricane Sandy (though I didn’t know that’s what was coming at those times). When the storm was over, my house was not touch even though it sits at the water. All others around me flooded out or worse. Sometimes I just stare at the water in silence, causing myself a headache trying to expand my mind to comprehend God.

But I know what I do know because the heavens councils know I desire to go to where God is. Of course, I must focus on NOW, HERE, in order to that. I’m in love with God. People still ask or look at my house and don’t get it. That’s God loving me too!

That’s how it’s been my whole life. Except I’ve been intently listening since 12/25/11; now I have journals and typed papers of “dreams” and experiences. And I’m so grateful to be a traveler.

:0)

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Hi All!

(*30 Minute Self-Empowerment Session done alone laying on my own couch.)

Reflection, Acceptance, Placement, and Healing

I’m listening to distanced muffled sounds. I remember I dreamed I was in suspended animation…in nothingness. There was a muffled voice. I’ve been like this for weeks. Attentively listening to muffled voices, and feeling comfortable, or relaxed. Tuning in but never quite making out the words clearly. Hmp

No wonder I’m attracted to muffled sounds–voices in particular. Could be my own throat chakra manifested unbalanced. Hmmm…..That’s my thought adjuster (or higher self) working on me.

Eureka! I seek muffled voices for comfort yet complain of lack ability to verbalize my messages via video! IT’S SELF-HINDRANCE!
Wowa! On the spot!

I will open my throat chakra by attracting clear and audible voices. Opening a clear reflective channel to be able to express my verbal Self.

Be well! :0)

Note: I found in my dream journal an entry. The voice was clear at some point in the void. It said “Create”. I must’ve froze up in fear, hence suspended animation.

I’m thinking I experienced myself on a voided timeline, and manifested that in waking state; being comfortable w/muffled voices. When actually, that aspect of myself has been the muffled voice trying to express; same as me in waking state.

It started as SOMETHING, but my fear hindered me from moving forward; leaving that aspect (my voice) stuck in a void.

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12/6
I had a dream this morning about 5; I fell back asleep and dreamed. My son went off to school. I got on a bus with the intention of getting off soon, I really didn’t know where I was going. A young girl got on with a wrapped package. She spoke on how hard she worked on it then unzipped it and asked me what I thought. It was a chicken with a zipper in the middle. I shook my head like ok.

I noticed that the bus sign said pier but I didn’t recall there being a pier in that part of town. The bus went on to the last stop; which was a pier! It was beautiful! There was a water park; I passed three childrens pool areas, equipped with toys and all. Two were occupied with children and adult watchers. I thought, “It’s winter and they’re swimming out here.” They were laughing and so comfortably happy. Then I became aware of the weather, it was beautiful! There was no cold or wind. It just was–perfect. I looked down at myself and saw that I was wearing a long flowy skirt and blouse and had a shoulder bag. I looked pretty. :0) The ocean was so clean and very greenish blue and the sand was white. There were people everywhere, just doing what they wanted; reading, walking, talking, sitting…

I left the beach and headed up a block, back into the neighborhood. I just walked and walked, observing how much things had changed in that community. I caught a glimpse of my daughter’s father. I kept going. He saw me and called out to me, and I smiled and waved not wanting to be rude. I saw that he was standing with three females, one pregnant. As I was passing, they were giggling and mocking me. I said something to the effect that if they think they were effecting me they were wrong. They stopped, nervous with embarrassment.

My daughter’s father reappeared, seemingly his goal was to make me jealous, yet I was not. I was more confident than I had ever been. I walked on and he came behind me around the corner, he wondered where I was going, he was nervous, I said something like, I’m moving on. He disappeared—just like that. I felt happy. I felt beautiful, swaying my dress.

I walked to a bus stop but first went into an oblong bakery, it was very pretty. People were eating and chatting. I was unable to exit the other end so I went back around. The waitress was blocking my way, she was on the phone talking business. I noticed pretty cupcakes in a glass cake holder. I said something to the waitress, she didn’t move. I waited. I said something with please, she looked at me and moved. I said you were waiting for please? I half shrugged ok. I got in the bus but couldn’t fine the metrocard slot. It was in the aisle! I mocked people mocking me, “I know, I know how come she don’tĀ  know where the machine is?”

Then it hit me, I was a visitor.

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12/3/12
I dreamed that I was in an old house and it was raining really heavy outside. There was someone knocking on the door which was heavy dark wood, with a small window.

The person knocking was female, and she said, “Hello! Let me in!” repeatedly with a sweet small voice. Then it stopped. I didn’t trust the vibrations I felt coming through the door. I could feel her on the other side mirroring me; like we were touching our hands together with our ears to the door. Then I looked up and there was a hole in the small window. The voice came again but it sounded like a sneer. Suddenly I felt cold air on my left breast nipple, it felt wet-like. I woke up.

I still felt the vibration of the dream, my nipple was hard and cold—and exposed. I pulled the covers up to my neck.

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