The Ancients Can Be Stern

I “dreamed” last night.
The ancients (ascended ones) are to “awaken” and bring spiritual enlightenment to peoples. Light. How to prepare by clearing our “houses” or “temples”.
Our bodies are being prepared for light. The pain comes from lack of clearing, lower self habits, and attachments and/or anatomical change. 
Change is according to God’s will. All things must come in accord.
(Disclaimer: Provided you’re aware of what I’m speaking. Otherwise see a doctor.)
Folks need to be mindful praising idols and aliens. Ask God to show you through Christ. Folks too busy arguing over names, dates, color, land, sexuality, life…
There’s no battle for truth knowledge. Do the work with Self(clearing) and it’s yours. Be self-disciplined. Devils aren’t afraid that they’ll fail. They’re fearful that you will succeed! Light always wins. Light

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Making Peace For Myself

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’t  know where the machine is?”

Then it hit me, I was a visitor.

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House Visit

11/20/12 7:29 am

I had an awesome dream. I visited a house. There were other people there too. It was so beautiful, and it practically did everything itself! The walls were glass that could become frosted for privacy. And there was a HUGE library. The kitchen was long. There was a sucken bedroom and others. All rooms lead to a hub. And everything was already there, like someone already lives there. There was beautiful greenery outside.
O and we ate mini-cupcakes!

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Bad Man Projection

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.

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