Posts Tagged ‘realms’

I went into a light chamber last night. I was singing the pain away, and calling Jesus between breaths. I FELT the song I sang in every fiber of my being. It was my song-the more I let go the greater I sang!

It felt like my soul was being sucked with every note I belted out. The depths of my soul was being cleansed. There was a bed there, but I couldn’t lie down, I was too caught up in my spirit.

When you finally sing your own song, you’ll understand-the only way TO survive is in the spirit. You’ll be yourself-in a different light-of your truth.

I don’t know who you call on, but I call on Jesus. And he comes every time.

God is light. God is love.

Love and light to you!


Read Full Post »

One of my dreams last night, I was at a place with some other people as students. We sat high above something of a big space. It was beautiful and some parts one could see their reflection. We were informed that it echoes what we speak. We were told to be mindful of our intentions before were spoke into the echo space, because what we put out would come back. Including our thoughts.

But also, I saw some events from my past in that same space. I forgave all of those people for mocking me, stealing from me, and abusing me, and I forgave myself for being ignorant. We prepared to leave, and some of the people ran to the echo space and said things that would serve only themselves. I used it also but we’ll keep that private. :0)

Read Full Post »

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’t  know where the machine is?”

Then it hit me, I was a visitor.

Read Full Post »

Bless the word,

Friends, you’ve all managed to overcome adversities of sorts and STILL your willingness and eagerness to undertake new projects and relationships is approached with a pristine newness of desire to create—-every time.

Bravo! May I suggest, if you re-member, the old way of doing things—when you each come into those “new” feelings, to HOLD that higher vibration throughout your projection.

When you sign your name to a piece of paper, let it BE to serve your highest purpose.

When you enter a new relationship of any sort, let it BE to serve your highest purpose.

When you’re sitting in thought, tune into your heart’s desire and let your SPIRIT be raised and plug into those the higher vibrations/frequencies. Hold those vibrations THROUGHOUT in order to experience your desire—your CREATION.

When I was cold in my house a few nights ago, all I desired was HEAT! We don’t have utilities as a result of hurricane Sandy—yes I was worried, then sad, then angry. I saw it for what it was OUTSIDE of myself, in the world. Now, after some days, I had calmed down and was ready to deal within myself. That’s all I meditated on and then at some point it happened—from over my head it began to warm me inside and out. I felt tremendous warmth, I didn’t look around to see where it came from, I KNEW it was ME. I could FEEL and that’s all I desired—to feel warm. I didn’t have to work hard and sweat and roll over…I simply desired what I want, I can even call it meditation with conviction—that would serve my highest BEing at that moment…and CREATED it.

I was eager share the story of what I had done right away, but God wasn’t finished working on me—purposefully. I had no choice but to “be still” in the almighty’s will. You know when something exciting happens to you and you want run off and tell everybody, but you have to first sit through the details? It was like that! Don’t unplug too soon, you’ll leave gas spewing everywhere, and you’ll find yourself stalled partway up the road! Be still and follow through.

God explained something to me on the edge of my thought when I realized what *I* had done.

 “Instant gratification is fine. Use it to serve your highest being, as this heat you desired. Your thoughts, your words, your actions create your NOW. When what you create no longer serves your highest Self, bless it and let it go.”

Sometimes we’re blessed with purposeful GIFTS from God. In other words, when we’re blessed within the glory of God, it is an opportunity to CREATE whatever we want…that would serve to our highest purpose. Can I say we’re given blank checks? Yes. Everyone gets blank checks because EVERYONE is entitled to blessings. It’s what you do with the check that counts. If you don’t believe you are blessed, then that is what you create—lack. You keep throwing away checks.  If you believe another person /animal is not entitled to be blessed, then you take away from yourself. You keep writing checks for everyone else. Giving to yourself is to give to another. Fill in your check and cash it! Don’t wait around for someone to “hand you blessings”—CREATE your blessings—CASH in your checks! Tell God what you want; your heart is the telephone—think about what you want, say it, claim it, believe it, desire it—and CREATE it. And don’t hang up until you do! Praise God!

KNOW that you are blessed. KNOW that you are not without God. God is within you. BELIEVE in you and KNOW that if what you desire brings forth your holy spirit, it should bring forth the holy spirit in others, and God’s glory will be all over the place! Believe it! POWER IS MENT FOR THE PEOPLE! Bless

Read Full Post »

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.

Read Full Post »

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.

Read Full Post »

I dreamed that I was in a place (looked like an auditorium) standing with chattering parents, and a strange man came in. He was clammy-looking with dull colored skin (whitish-greyish, it still was gross). I had seen him in another dream some time ago. He was not good in that dream either. In this dream he represented disease. When I saw him I ducked behind a chair and sit there. He began to speak and told the people who were present that he had some sort of vaccine to help heal their children—all the children had to do was lick or stick some sort of paper to their skin. He said the name but I didn’t remember it upon waking. He had a demo of which I was peeking through the space between two chairs to see. Then something dawned on me, if all the adults were in here, in what seemed to be an emergency meeting, where were the children? And what was happening that they would need a vaccination?

I ran out of the room but there parents already flooding the halls in a panic. Some people were spraying and cleaning parts of the school. I didn’t get what was going on, until I saw some of the children. They were walking in line very calm; that wasn’t the problem. They were gray-blue, like zombies. I could see their veins through their skin, in their faces and hands. The parents were in pure panic, and were told not to touch the children. The children appeared to not see them—they looked straight ahead as they walked. I ran to a bathroom to throw up but a man came in and asked me if there was a problem and if he could help me with something. I held my vomit and ran out as he proceeded to spray the bathroom toilets. The same was happening on all five floors. I saw only one person with some kind of skin-tight covering from head to toe; she came out of a room of which I went into, and there were men and women dressed in black-tie evening attire. They were laughing (I’m talking about head back open-mouth jolly) and holding glasses of champagne, and talking about weddings and other things. I lost that view for another point.

At this new point, I felt like I was hiding in a small bathroom when someone knocked on the door. I opened it and a man was there, clearly panicked. He kept saying he was sorry and that they had messed up and asked me what should they do now and if I could tell them what to do. I then figured that I must’ve been in a projection of someone else’s dream. In other words, I was experiencing an inception. The man said to “me” that he and the other parents didn’t have any money to give and that they would collect money from their businesses and insurances and such but that it would take time. I agreed and felt myself smile maliciously. I woke up.

Read Full Post »