Thursday, May 21, 2015

A Different Type of Dream

3am .. the time of waking dreams and revelations.
All things are inter-woven and the dream is no exception. It was only a week or two ago that I was taken so far outside of reality, if we want to call it that, that, once again, I was changed so dramatically that I became another person. Not a new experience, this becoming new type of thing. But this particular event was so incredible and so far beyond even my ever-reaching imagination that I knew instantly this was something I would never speak of. My nature is to share but after examination of my decision, I realized that relating the experience could possibly do more harm than good.

The changes however .. that is another story. What would come out of the intense and incredible change I'd gone through? The dream seems to be a precursor, and I find the possibilities exciting beyond words.

I am in a vast and crowded space that looks like nothing I've ever seen before. A man in a mud-colored robe stands beside me. On my right is a 'monster' so massive that all I can see is a portion of his face. He opens his mouth to bare his teeth and I am looking into an abyss that seemingly has no end. Each tooth is, I am told, 13 feet long. There are many.

The man in robes hands me an old, rusty, steel hammer. "Hit yourself in the head hard enough to pass out and you won't feel anything when he eats you. You'll live in his belly and you won't even be aware of the fact that you're in his belly. You'll just live."

I looked at the hammer in my hand. I looked at him. I looked at the 'monster.' And wondered if he thought I was insane. "Why would I do that?" I asked.

He pointed to a crowd of people that I hadn't noticed before. "They're all doing it." He shrugged nonchalantly, as though that was explanation enough.

Irritated with his nonsense, I turned away and watched as, one by one, people hit themselves with hammers and entered the crushing jaws of the 'monster.' They seemed robotic. They seemed fatalistic. They seemed not to know that they had a choice in the matter.

I turned back to the man in robes. "Take this," I demanded, shoving the hammer into his hand.

He looked incredibly surprised. "What are you going to do?" he cried, alarmed.

"I'm not going in there to live, I can tell you that," I snapped. I turned to my left instinctively. "Bring me the other option," I said loudly. In truth, I had no conscious idea of what I was talking about but apparently, on some level, I did know.

A man in a white robe appeared. He had a rope in his hand and on the other end of the rope was a 'monster' who appeared quite similar to the one who was occupied with eating people and storing them in his belly. This 'monster' was passive and obeyed instantly when the man in white robes quietly told him to roll over. In an instant his underbelly was in clear view. He laid on his back without resistance, waiting.

The white-robed man gestured at me to lay down on the exposed underbelly of the 'monster.' "We'll take you to another truth," he said quietly.

I crawled up onto the underbelly, doing my best to ignore the sensations of the extremely unusual texture of his skin and the uncomfortable 'feeling' of the experience. As soon as I was 'nestled' into the folds of the clammy skin, we were moving. We picked up speed. We were racing in the opposite direction of 'the trap.'

I didn't look back.

It was 4am. My 'transporation mode' was gone and I stood alone with the white-robed Master. We stood in the center of nothingness. I was cells separated by space and I was nothing at all.

"Pain is the controlling factor," he advised quietly. "You no longer have to agree to the reality of the lie."

"Pain is the controlling factor." Here .. at 6am .. I sit staring at my journal. "Pain Is The Controlling Factor" is the title of a book I began to write four years ago.

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Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Change, Changes, Changed

I imagine there are many people who can point to a single moment, a single event, that changed them irrevocably. I've had more of those moments than I can count. All of them life-changing, dramatic, stunning in so many ways. I've had the Hand of God appear and remove cancerous cells from me. I've had guns pulled on me, angels appear, ETs dematerialize me and take me aboard their craft. In other words, it's been interesting. And so if anyone had asked if there was possibly something even larger, something soul-changing, that could happen that would change me more, I would have told them 'no.' I would have been wrong.

I did not know, until November 18, 2013, that an infinite soul could be impacted so dramatically that it changes. I would have told anyone, based upon all that I've ever known, that the infinite soul is all-there-is. It is all-encompassing. It knows all, past, present, future, throughout its own infinity. There is nothing unknown and nothing within existence could possibly change its nature. Certainly not an event in a temporary, and possibly holographic, Earth-reality. Again ... I was wrong.

A soul does change. I felt the reverberations through all time and space. I felt my existence change. I felt my soul change. There were moments when I called myself 'dramatic.' When I told myself I was over-reacting. But here, in almost-May of 2015, I know without doubt that I was not over-stating the fact that mere Earth-events can impact All That Is. I will have to wait until I get 'Home' to uncover all of the nuances. But here in this temporary Earth-life, I acknowledge the changes, take a deep breath, and ask God what's next.

Which brings me to two strings of thought. One is this. I have never in my life sat down in front of a television and watched drama unfold in the moment. I prefer to be aware of things going on but to stay away from the visuals, staying in silence and sending prayer and what I call God-energy to people and events. But last night was different and for the first time I found myself feeling as though I was standing on the streets of Baltimore. I found myself looking from side to side, and then looking up. I called out loudly for the manifestation of an 'angel of peace.' Mind you, I've had angels, ETs, and even The Presence of God (an aspect of) manifest in front of me and so I knew that I wasn't asking for too much. In my mind I could imagine the world changing as 100 or more cameras caught the image of an angel appearing, floating in the purest of lights, stopping all thoughts of violence and replacing them with awe and inspiration .. and peace. Inspired Hope. That's the vision I was holding.

Obviously it was not to be. I found myself wondering why. Knowing that an event such as that has the potential to catch the attention of every single person on this planet, I couldn't help but ask myself why. Why, if it's possible, wasn't it done? I don't know the answer but I do know that I was disheartened. In my mind, there are options for opening the hearts and minds of Humankind. And as much as I understand that God has a plan for this planet and the people, I still ask why things cannot be different. Which is a judgment on my part. I am not a person to judge anyone or anything but I do hold a deep hope that people can move beyond hatred, violence, suffering, and all of the other pains of this Earth. That a new reality of peace can be birthed.

I am also a person who knows that, if God wants something to change, it will change. Period. Which brings me to the state of mind that tells me there is nothing much that I can do. As they say .. it is until it isn't any more. There is a plan, I know, and I am not privy to how this will all play out. What I do know is that God's 'got this,' as they say. You either have faith and know that this is true .. or you don't. There's no halfway when it comes to faith.

I had planned on writing a blog yesterday. It was to be about a thought/message that has been careening about in my brain for a little while now. The reason the above story about an angel manifesting fits into the blog I meant to write (and into this one) is that the subject matter seems to be idealism. I was an idealist until November 18, 2013. I am now a realist. Which causes me to question 'divine messages' in a hundred ways before I agree to admit that they might be possible. Which is why I did not write the blog yesterday.

But now it occurs to me............

There is no such thing as an 'accident.' Perhaps the soul-change I had to endure was a necessity. Maybe, just maybe, it fits into the message I'm being asked to consider. Perhaps the 'who I was' could not have come to this moment and would not have been willing to entertain such an 'out there' message. We'll never know. But here is the message......

It is being suggested that some people will be 'called' to abandon their lives, their goals, their dreams. Called to switch paths and go in an entirely different direction than they had planned. Through the last months and years I've watched hundreds of extraterrestrial societies begin to interact more and more with this planet and with certain people. I've watched clients and casual acquaintances morphing into the higher dimensional frequencies of their souls, and accepting more of their extraterrestrial origins. Perhaps the days, months, and years were a 'testing ground.' Each person testing themselves to find out just how willing they are to let go of the consensual reality created by those who reside on Earth and immerse themselves in the unlimited reality that lives beyond Earth's 'boundaries.'

I've never denied my extraterrestrial nature. I couldn't even if I wanted to, I don't think. (lol .. ask anyone who knows me well if it's possible to hide) But the days and nights have become more and more about that 'side' of myself and less and less about this 3-D life. I've been 'chastised' an uncountable number of times for not living this 3-D life fully and setting aside all of the 'metaphysical mumbo-jumbo.' After all, they say, you are here and this is Earth and so you should succumb to the reality and be like everyone else. My tendency is to consider everything and everyone deeply, from all angles and dimensions, which is why I sometimes hesitate to speak of some of the more 'far-fetched' thoughts that traverse my mind. I think it is my 'purely ET side' that is causing the pressure I feel. The pressure to speak of things beyond the realm of 'ordinary.' The pressure to speak of 'drastic measures' on the part of some people who are willing to step fully into the extraordinary truth of who they really are. The aspects of themselves that express the full and infinite power of the soul, through all time and space, beyond all boundaries and limitations.

Is it possible that when I wrote 'Called' that the 'call' was meant to be much more than I allowed myself to think about at the time? Is it possible that the years since 'Called' was born, those 30+ years that I carried the hope in my heart, were all about getting to this day? Getting to this opportunity? Getting to this 'greater calling?' Is it possible that, all those years ago, 'my ETs,' my family, were preparing not only me but other people who are reading this blog, in this moment, for a 'greater calling?' Could 'Called,' the book, have been the 'tool' they used to lay the path to this very moment? What is possible? Is there anything that is not?

And I am 'called' back to this blog and asked to post this (below)......

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Saturday, April 18, 2015

The Big Blue Harp

It is early morning, 3am, when I sense a movement in the Universe. Turning toward it, I see that there are five small crafts heading in my direction. Toward Earth. Which is where I am at the moment. My mind is suddenly filled with the intention of their visit. I sense their determination. Upon closer examination I'm able to see that each craft is only large enough to hold perhaps ten Beings. They fill my inner sight with shades of blue. Like a thousand streams, a thousand oceans, a thousand skies, the colors weave in and around each other, a perfect orchestra of beauty and drama, but as silent as non-existence.

They pull a memory from my past and place it in front of me. The re-play is as real as the actual moment. I am in another place. A glass of blue liquid has been placed in my hand. The ETs surrounding me urge me to drink it. I do. I feel it change me. They advise me that everything will come clear in the future. Here, in this moment, I wonder if that time is now.

Back in the time of the original offering of the deep blue liquid, I was introduced to several extraterrestrial Beings who gave me what I came to think of as 'generalized terms' for who they were. One of the societies they named 'the cobalt blue society.' Another was 'the sapphire blue.' They, and many others, drifted in and out of my days and nights and I was always able to take note of the events by the way everything seemed slightly altered after their visits. Now, with the swirling of so many vibrations of blue, it seemed evident that the five craft, and the occupants, were somehow connected to the societies who'd stepped into my life so many years ago. It wasn't long before they verified that fact.

They talked to me about the inter-connectedness of everything, a topic that has been taking center stage for almost a solid year now .. on a daily basis. Of course the deep blue liquid I'd been given years ago was somehow connected to their arrival and their reason for being in Earth's atmosphere. Which means that they had known of their journey here for over thirty years. And known that I would notice their arrival. I heard the words 'liquid preparation,' and chuckled. I also heard them mention the possibility of having me write a new book. When I heard their title suggestion, I laughed out loud. In case you ever wondered .. yes .. they do have a sense of humor. I'm not clear on whether I'd get in a whole lot of legal trouble and so I've declined their offer to write ..... "Fifty Shades of Blue." (chuckle)

They got serious and so did I. I watched as they began to emit 'strings' of blue into Earth's atmosphere. Every string was a slightly different shade than the next. Every string had its own frequency/vibratory tone. I heard them call it a 'cosmic harp.'

With perfect coordination between all, the 'strings' circled the Earth, none of them crossing, none of them touching. All in perfect harmony and all individually one, but somehow each was as one with every other.

All things being energy, every color has an energy of its own. It was clear that the subtle differences in each string, each color-tone, was deliberate and unique. Each frequency, because they were not touching, held its own frequency/vibration and yet there was perfect harmony. As I watched in awe, beauty unfolding before my eyes, taking in the enormity of it all, the purpose was whispered into my being.

"This is our contribution to the effort of Divine Harmony. This planet has come into a state of non-alignment and, though there are no mistakes and all things happen for a reason, it is time for a Universal effort to assist in the attempt to harmonize the energies of Earth with the energies of this Universe."

"You knew, thirty years ago, when I was given that blue liquid, that you would involve me in this," I said, pondering the bigger picture of what was going on. "And so you knew, thirty years ago, that the state of affairs of this planet would be exactly what it is today."

"That is true," was the reply.

"Another offering, validation, of the truth that nothing is by accident and everything within existence is known," I murmured.


I thought I heard a soft chuckle. They filled my mind with the memory of an art piece I had created about fifteen years ago. The piece is a depiction of 'musical blue,' for lack of a better description. The title of the piece is "Liquid Harmony."

What can I do but smile?

I knew there was much, much more to be garnered from this event and what would come next, but my agenda was not theirs. I was asked to do some energy work with just a few people. They told me that the people already knew who they were and that they would be contacting me. That's pretty much what happened. I came out of hiding .. again .. and delved into the request for energy work.

If you know me at all you know that there is never a television on or around when I do energy work. But, of course, today was the exception. Muted and out of sight. But maybe not. (smile) My client spoke of my work with the mind control grid, and the book titled "Call Me Dr. W.." We talked for a few minutes about the incredible importance of Humanity breaking free of the mind control grid and remembering the truth of who they are and learning to live without limits. I mentioned that it was pretty clear to me that the energy work I'd been called to do was, again, involved with helping break down the energy of the mind control grid. It's my opinion that we, Humanity, are in the process of taking our power back and stepping into the infinite energy of soul. And soul does not allow a limited reality.

A few minutes later, the silent energy of the television drew my attention.

Across the screen .. the words .. "Coming up next ... 'The Matrix.'"

Again ... what can I do but smile?


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