I have a lifelong fascination with dreams and dreaming. A lot of kids had/have "imaginary" friends in their young years (something attributed to a lively fantasy and lonely disposition, but in light of new understandings of our multidimensional essence there's more acceptance of these "friends" as real entities), I didn't, but what I did have is an imaginary universe. I loved to sleep, especially in the afternoon, because I loved to dream - and my dreams were often extraordinary adventures with intricate plots and fantastic locations.
I still love to sleep in the afternoon and I always look forward to the dreams awaiting me. And I still have some extraordinary adventures. Some of my most memorable dreams involve some kind of interdimensional travel, time travel and film-like plots that I only understand myself when the dream is coming to an end. I've flown a lot; I've woken often in bouts of laughter or streaming tears; I've heard, composed, sung and played songs that are new to me; I've played instruments I really don't know how to play; I've battled demons and dark, scary creatures; I've wandered around war-torn, bombed out cities; I've been caught in the crossfire of gun battles between rivalling gangs; I've flown to different planets in spaceships; I've had multiple plots running through each other that seem unconnected until the end; I've had the most amazing romantic relationships; and it doesn't stop there. I developed, in my childhood, the ability to wake myself up from a dream I wasn't enjoying - this started when I bit the nose off a creature that was holding and squeezing me so I couldn't breathe. This was my way of dealing with nightmares. I had a dream once where I was in bed in a cold spooky castle and I heard Nosferatu (the scariest of all vampires) coming up the stairs to my room. At first I didn't know what to do, I was truly frightened - then I realized that I needed to make myself more powerful than him, so I transformed myself and grew to about 20 feet in height, my head touching the high ceiling. When Nosferatu entered he was just a little squirt of a monster and he cowered before me..."LOL"!!! I'm also an active lucid dreamer - not as regular as I would like but regular enough. In my lucid dreams, besides flying, I've explored instant manifestation, learned to run faster than the wind, tested the illusion of matter by putting my hand through solid objects, breathed underwater and had conversations with dream characters about the fact that they are not as real as they think they are. In one dream, when I became lucid, I called to the group I was with and said: "Hey, this is a dream... who wants to fly?" I then led them in the technique of levitation, but only 3 of us could get off the ground. Lately I've been exploring and practising techniques of OBE (out of body experience/astral travel). I haven't been succesful from a wakened state, but I've had two experiences within my dream state of moving beyond the dream into astral travel - in one of those dreams I was actually following a class in astral travel, applied the techniques and moved consecutively between Amsterdam, Paris and London, at one point being in a different century where the people were looking at me very strangely (it was sometime in the 18th or 19th century - no cars, just horses and carriages and muddy cobbled roads). This last year I've finally started to keep a dream journal, and taken more interest in the messages behind the imagery. From the multidimensional perspective, the realm of dreams is a real world, not just fantasy, not just the result of sparks in the brain, not just the replay of daily events and buried traumas. This is how I've always experienced them, and more so now as my understanding of consciousness and reality and multidimensionality develops. So... I'm going to open my dream journal now and again and share them on this blog - at least the "family" versions... the x-rated versions I'll keep to myself.
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There are stories out there about the reality of this universe that are "SOoo out there" that most people can't even consider them let alone accept them.
Stories of galactical battles between rival alien races with all their particular agendas; of angels and demons locked in a never ending conflict between good and evil; of ancient satanic bloodlines and secret societies that have ruled the earth since eons past and are still operating today; of vampiric energy-guzzling reptilians; advanced (alien) civilizations in great cities in the centre of the "hollow" earth; space-ship artificial moons; devious programs of manipulation, war, propaganda and nano-weapon technology used against us to dumb us down, make us sick, decrease the population and hold us in a lie of constant, unending trauma and fear. The grand prize at the heart of all these stories is "complete enslavement and control of the human masses. Ever get the feeling that everything is against you? Yep! - you and most of the rest of the world. It's coming more and more to light that everything we've ever been told about "life, the universe and everything" is quite possibly a deception. I admit - I am one of those people who cannot deny these stories as fantasy. Conspiracy theories have too often been proved to be more than "theories". And somewhere, in my heart, in my gut, in my intuition, ever since the ripe young age of 5, I've had this feeling that the "conventional" story was somehow... wrongeddy-wrong-wrong. I'm not particularly gullible, I understand the limits of my knowledge, but I don't believe something just because everyone else says it's true. The trouble is that there are so many stories out there, many conflicting, most of them scary in one way or another, all of them limiting in one way or another... I just don't know anymore if I can trust ANY of it to be true anymore. So I'm apt to come to the conclusion that I actually don't know anything for sure. And rather than be dissapointed by this, I find it actually very liberating. When I was 14 years old I read "Jonathan Livingston Seagull" by Richard Bach, and I "got it!" No-one else I knew understood what there was to "get". A few years later I read Bach's "Illusions", and that became the basis of all my beliefs about this universe and this life... it's all illusion, there are no limitations, and "everyone is free to do anything they want to do". All these years later it still stands. My own experiences and observations, information and insights I've been drawn to over the years, the findings and conclusions of broader-minded experts in science, biology, quantum physics, spirituality and philosophy, and even a number of zealous and fearless conspiracy theorists and whistle-blowers, have all supported my beliefs. But still my greatest source of truth is my own inner-wisdom, my intuition. I cannot doubt my essential being as spirit-consciousness. I cannot doubt I'm guided by a highr self. I cannot doubt my connection to source-consciousness and thus everything and everyone in all of creation, in this universe or another, in this dimension or another. And that does it for me. That makes things so simple, so utterly perfect and beautiful, so playful. Quantum physics tells of the wave-particle aspect of physical reality and concludes that physical matter doesn't actually exist but is manifested out of a field of limitless potential and intelligence. Philosophers and scientists alike are talking of the holographic nature of this universe in which every "part" contains the same information as the "whole". Epigenetics teaches us that our perceptions and our beliefs control our genes and can even influence our DNA. Government and military whistleblowers are reporting on deeply silenced interactions between humans and other-dimensional aliens. Psychics, channelers, OBE and NDE experiencers are sharing knowledge from multidimensional beings that tell of our own multidimensionality and an ascension into a higher dimension that's presently in progress. Historical researchers around the world are discovering more and more proof of advanced civilizations from our far far ancient past. The shamans of Hawaai have a healing tradition called "Ho Oponopono" in which you accept full responsibility for everything that is present in your life, good and bad, because they say the universe is not "out there" but inside you - that it's all your creation and therefore to heal another you have to heal yourself because everything IS you. And the Toltec teachings tell us that this is all a "dream", and we each are the dreamer of our own universe. There is a speaker I found on You Tube who I admire and holds the same perspective on life as I do. Her name is Sonia Barrett. In one workshop I heard her talk about not giving your power away to another, to take full responsibility for everything, even your pains and struggles. She says she "owns" her problems, her emotions, her decisions and choices - because, she says, all the universe she perceives is "her" universe. And that's what we all have remember - everyone is living in their own universe, everyone is the dreamer of their own dream. So take back control, fully, stop giving it away. It's your life, your identity, your journey, your story, "your" universe... own it! |
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