Dream Again

[jason]

I was speaking of westerns, er, kindof, i had this dream night before last.

I was at a cabin house, somewhere. Some kind of family there (mine?). I aparently got along with them but didn't nessisarily have to like or agree with them. Any way i wanted to go outside in snowyness for some reason. I traveled through a little snow . . found a creek, full of hoppable

Logs.

I Kinda slid down a little rockslope carved by water and began jumping from one; some stationary, some floating of the logs and fallen trees. Felt like i was going , . . somewhere. The creek became more like a river. But after a while of playing 'frogger' in this springtime environment, i felt an unexplained urdge to make my way back, quickly-like.

On my way back, i noticed one peciular large drift wood stump. It looked like a dragon head. Then kinda got an uneasy feeling. Looked up and saw alot more drift wood dragon head stumps. 'Why cant they look like something else?' I wondered. Just had to all be, and i looked back at the first i saw and comparing it to one right next to it; the other looked like an eagle s head. 'Hm, neat, thats better', i thought again.

I continued back tracking, . .well, i tried. I had to traverse one of the dragony-drift stumps. When i hopped onto it though, it began moving, . . a wierd kind of moving. Thing had a mind of its own. Was spinning in circles and only getting close enough to other stumps long enough for me to almost get off to another. An evil stump, and this drift wood was NOT drifting me the way i wasnted to go. I think i felt every imeteate 'uh-oh' feeling in thwe spectrum short of my life 'passing before my eyes' (though im sure that was coming too), but finally after much wrestling a rodeo with that, otherwise should have been inanimate object, i escaped, to another log or the bank. Im not sure which, as i got away, i was 'aware' that someone important was coming; looking for me. A certain

Little girl.

Though she didnt look like it, she was my . . daughter? Well, she was important to me and i knew she dfidnt needf to follow me into that mess of stumps. Back on the bank i moved in the ditection i knew she would be coming, and with haste.

She was coming from the cabin house. When i met up with her, we were near some sort of, . . best as i can say is it reminded me of 'the log ride' they had at opryland. And to avoid argument about it (with myself), thats what i,ll call it. She looked like she wanted to get on one of the log rafts. Hm, dont really wanna go back to the cabin house is, . .with them people, and anyways, despite the danger stumps upstream, this looked like it could be fun. So we climbed

Aboard.

As the raft tenent guy saw us off (dont ask), we were readfy for adventure into the river. . .i think i had a paddle or somthing. We floated about, but then we were soon ambused by a convoy of some sort.heh, their flagship appeared to be a big simi-flat steamboat with one of them paddle wheel things. Like one of boats with a casino inside, whatnot. Paddling away didnt do much good. They had multiple soldiers with paddles or an engin or something. Anyway, we were surrounded pretty quick. The 'order following' soldiers werent concidering my argument, and listened to me less when i said more, when they took my passenger, and then me.

I was recruited into the worker slave- captured persons crew. Little girl (my daughter), i knew was brout to the flag ship. Nothing i could do about it, so i cooperated with the itiots. I made some things function for them better with out being wipped into working, heck, i helped them progess with whatever stupid things they were doing without even being told. Before i knew it, my lovable personality got me near the silly big-wheel steamboat. They were filming some kinda movie or somthing. Every time i aranged my part and was succsessfull, someone would say, 'yeah, thats for romero, he loves it.'. Aparently george romero was directing a movie down here, just beneath the soldiers flagship. I guess he liked my work, cause i was given freedom to venture about a bit, and some fancy new soldier clothes. Heh, they just gave me the very disquise i needed to boggle this bogus buissness. Finally, I was aboard the flagship. Now all i needed to do was figure out how to

Get my daughter back.

I ventured around, noting what was what, where, and whatwherefor. Pushing through and about these itiots, i came to a, no the slave storage section. Ah-ha. She must be here. . . somewhere. There sure were alot of capture slave people. Moving through i caught a glimps. I probably steped on some poeple, but now i didnt care. I knew what direction i needed to go, and god help anyone that gets in my way, . .well exept a bunch more of them soldiers maybe.

Anyway i got to where i thought i saw her (so many people). Sute enough, same girl i met near the cabin. She was happy to see me, but worried still; she was cuffed to the deck bleacher thing. Hmmm. . . of course theyd have to make this escape as complecated as possiable. I decided it wouldint be good to get noticed doing what i was about to do, but i grabbed an oar and began prising in the lock as incuspicuosly as i could. Well, as incunspicuously as one could look, drawing other slavers attintios and prising on a lock in an akward position with a fpur foot plank of wood.

Took a few tries but finally the lock broke. She was free, and we were leaving. Then there was some other dude there that was like, im her dad, and he was helping with the the get away too. Whatever, i thought, i guess she knows, and im pretty sure. . anyway, no time for thinking. . . time for the great

Escape.

plan A: escape using two little jet skii things. Him on one and her and me on another. Why was his faster than mine?

We bobbed and weaved tjrough the ships and boats. Got blocked one way, so we cresented the opposite way. Blocked,.. No problem, just do another quick (we i might have done it quick if i had that faster jetskii thing.) horse shoe manuver. Just couldnt clear all them boats. Little girl hid down in the front compartment for some safty, time for plan b?

Just then while we were skimming the water on little skiiboats, i looked up and saw a shadow/silouette in the sky of some kind of flying person. Then two. But they were creepy like some kind of

Flying goblins.

It quickly grew dark. Then the ships stopped persuing. Someone on one of the other boats yelled look! Another said, theyer glowing.

I looked up and saw same sape as the shadow i saw, but to was glowing green. Then two, four . .twenty,. A hundred of them. Then in no time the sky was full of these glowing creatures. Like voltures, i thought, we er as good as dead.

But i had a plan, or survival tactics of some kind. I played dead. The creatures began swooping down. Im glad the girl couldnt see what was happening.

They were soon finished 'feeding' and i guess, left as they came. Most left behind were a gorey mess, perhaps a few zombies. Romero would have been proud, if he survived, . . that. I made it to a dock. On land, girl near, i saw ships docked. Some people in panic. Some wanted to leave, but couldnt, some hexing hopless. . . it was winter again, and it was time to travel back to

The cabin. Seemed a short journey, and it was in sight. We went in side. The 'family' was there, . .still. They didnt seem too bothered that i was gone so long, and didnt seem surprised that the girl was alright. The air felt of, oh she was with him on one of his walks or whatever. A face i wasnt in too hurry to see ( even though he gave me that slow ass skii dingy when i needed it). First words out of his friggin mouth were, 'im her dad'. She was standing. She became a bit more real, more color and dephth of being, as she said to all there with loving assertivness, 'He's my father'. Dudes face went dark . . . she wasnt talking about him. : )

[jason]

I had this dream a couple weeks ago. Not sure what its about, but i got some ideas, though i dont nessisarily like certain aspects of what i got. When i woke from this one i remember being amazed at how organized, and leveled this dream was. Like many dreams, maybe could just be unconsious or subconsious randomness. This would be one of the ones that i dont think was random in that respect. Also as with many others lately, i get a distant feeling of de sa vu from (some more than others) just, like i think ive had this one before, but would have had to be two to eight or so years ago. The de sa vu (i know, cant spell anymore) feeling is very infrequent, but the remembering feeling of say ten or twenty dreams i had in august were such, that i know i had them before, years ago, and i can remember slight alterations there in. That is, i can tell whats different this time. Now the why, how, and all that is beyond me.

Any way, this is just of dream, minus so many details for sake of way too much writting, and some of which i think are important but cant remember for some reason. . .



I was in a movie theater, i took a seat at the highest most rear. the movie, ininterestiong, but i supose i paid to see it.a certain person was talking to another during pre cemercials, louder than most. Then the movie started. Guy never shut up. I shhhed him once. Shhhed him again. Couldnt here my own shhh he was so loud,. Noone else much said anything. A girl finally say, man that he is loud. I claped hands once, part for sound part for agreement.

Then there was argument, couldnt here what other guy say, but then, them two were tkind of a show within show. Movie was boring anyhow, but i was trying to keep track, or hoped somebody was. The guy might have thrown a punch or two. Fight was the word. Theater security came in to check on things, saw nothing too bad, left. Guy finally twisted loud dudeds arm and loud guy cryed uncle.

But as soon as it ended, he began again. Then i decided to get involved,. I moved over , crossed the isl to his section, and just jumped on his head. He seemed to like the conflict. So i decided to put a sleeper hold on him. He was out. Just layed on bleacher for a while. Sesiured and woke again. He was confused then happy again, but soon left the picture.

Then three more guys came for retrobution. The first was big, red haired kid i remember from scool, he said , i know you remember me. I was gonna put the sleeper on him. He seemed to want me to as he had a plan and was sure he could thwart that. So i apeassed both him and myself. He didnt go out at first. Security was back asked one of them if they had a knife. I volunteered and said i did. They said i shouldnt have one and left again. Big guy finally seemed to be going under.

It mostly ended then. I left with the rush out, but stopped at concessions to look from behind one of glass displays to see if/what was their plan for me in parking lot. I saw two of them and heard a little of plan. I walked out. They saw me. I heard one state here he comes. Then two of them began walking into lot with the plan. I called attention to both of them. So thier plan didnt work.they turned and went back. But were ready to still try a modified plan. One of them i picked up some mulch and flung and smeared it into his eyes. He couldnt see go so he gave up, then . i made it to car and drove out.

But i knew they were tailing so i took a circle route to opposite direction when out of view. And i procieded to the amusment park.

I was cornered there eventualy inside, by the three. One of then flung some kindof powder at my face. The other had a spray chemical, that caused the powder gel to burn. Slowed me down, but eventually i was able take them all out. But i spared, one. He still decided to pursue me.and through many levels i was tolerent with his contention, and taught him reality while at the same time thwarting his various thoughts/ plans for my demise,


Lessons were, in five or six parts, i taught him through difficult style statments (could be presieved diffrent ways, but in order to accept next, must understand and believe first, with temptation ever presant to forsake all unto total contention) and suggestions, what his problems were and why they wad come about. Why he was diffrent than the others and percent better because of his life circumstances. But he had to learn these things i prepaired, himself, accept them , himself, and as he progressed, at a point i brought him to Father,s door and i went in, then came back and told him Father was busy right now. Then as i left him there going back down the stairs i gave last words in sections. Double edge ones. Im sure he recived the hard words well, as he was looking back down at me whole time. . .

Then i was talking with a governer or somthing, reminding him of what his own plans were, exact wording he himself knew. . . kindof a side confrence.

Then the leveled instruction for the spared one was repeted, in same order again. I saw it all, more quickly,but all main points were there. And same instruction to the govenor again repeated, word for word, and written (think i wad to write it all, though cant remember a word of it now, but aparently current and important). . . then i woke.

[jason]

In this dream, I was learning to mountain climb.started wth climbing buildings and odd man made structurings. I was in the begining with the trainer. I was shown how to repel down. He would go before me, showing me good or best places to tie ropes and a method to wrap them around pullys/locks, and where best to use them.. He didn't say anything unless i was doing wrong, or looked complexed or asked for advice/guidance. Sometimes we would repel together, then eventualy, i started following his connect the dots type path, that is, following his lead.

Once, a girl dropped in, quickly, and careless and/or hardcore like. She passed me and stopped to 'visit' with me and the guide. Wore alot of makeup, though her face looked chapped and frosty. On a flat icey patrusion, while we were standing/preparing for another section of decend, the guide mentioned how pretty she was and that, if he were her, he might make use of some blush. I hadnt thought about it untill he said somthing. She said, the guy she would be 'with' would be one to enjoy/apreciate her beauty without makeup. She grabbed my arm in hers as she said it. I just stood there passively. Guide was already moving again. And she quickly did like wise. Im not sure i caught up with them again. I thought, she seemed like a show off. Anyway, another guide of perhaps less athority/experiance than the former was there to help me when i needed. Other wise he simply hung back, observed. At one tie point i noticed the points others were tieing to werent chosen ranom. I figured points were being chosen for to get the most out of different lengths of ropes and for to obtain most convenient/clever/nessisary linkpoints..

Had to make my way by following the other two repel cords. I tied where they did and kept analizing ties and dup!icating best i could. The buildings structures lessened still merging with mountanious terrain, mostly ice covered. There was always the other guide silently observing.

At a bridge was another climber. He was just about to make his own detour off a bridge to ground below, maybe 25 ft. Looked a little dangerous. There was an ice floor, and a couple of pools of melted ice where water was warm, like gyser. Unknown depth, but probably 2- 6 ft. each, and 6-8 ft. In diameters or area. He finally said, i got it and he jumped. He unfortuately misjudged cord length or it streched more than he expected to his wieght and velocity, and smacked into the ice and slid. But he rose, okay i guess. I asked to make sure he was alright. He was just exitedly ready to move on. I figured when he slid on the ice on impact, that was likened unto rolling or somthing and was how he turned out okay, without broken bones, all that.

I was tempted to use his rope and shorten it and more likely have a safer landing than the other guy. But i decided, if im being graded on a 'points system' i should probably only use my own equipment to score better. Though i pulled his rope up to get a better idea of distance down. I concidered aiming for the gyser pools. Then as i was pondering situation, i wondered if there was an easier way. I investigated area a little and I saw an area that i could have traversed pretty easy with a bit of slide, to same point/location that guy just landed, and suspected guide and girl used the same path, as those two cords werent present in the area. Thinking of that possible 'point system' again, i went back to the bridge and planned to make the jump, . . for extra credit i supose. I hoped my cord wasnt to bungylike and i made the jump. Piece of cake. Though i did have the help of the other jummpers slight 'sucsessful blunder'.

I looked out and saw this mountain, was completely surrounded by water, and near and around, steep vallys existed also, and water barred the way in many places, and by various distances. Minimal trees and foilage. Pretty rough terrain to navigate indeed.

Later, there was the end task/mystery comp. There were four of us or so in a group. Aparently there were no guides for this part. It took place inside a chinese/japanese like structure. Once we had all made it too the structure, we all sat at a table before an anamatronic pirate who gave use the instructions, or more like clues thereof. Among other things, he said during cleaning many times, he said a certain imortant tool or somthing , i forget, always got sucked up in a vacume and needed put back. . .i figured he was arbitrarily remenising, then i realized even this was part of the clues to the riddles and started to formulate how. He went on, and on . .

at a certain point, it seemed like he was finished and began repeating himself about some, again, seemingly random pitate jabber. I figured id go ahead and go, thinking id be first out; get head start. Then i thought, since others were still sitting there, i might best return and have a more group oreinted begining. When i returned, the pirate was still on repeate, but then finaly kicked out of it. I reallized the repeateing was the 'design' intended and had its purpose also. Pirate said some other things and finally and surly enough, it was time to venture on.

I remember passing through some vary spacious and decorated hallways. Like a 'ripley's believe it or not', there were odd, objects statues whatnot all about. Had a certain beauty, to each and oddly everything seemed to belong where it was or had their story/purpose. Never seen anything like this construct, 'aonflux' is the closest i can think of now that it would be likuned to in certain ways but it was much more, elegant, i think would be the word.

On into the journey in the 'palace' I was at a part of building where it was dimmky lit, even dark. I was looking for something. The lost vacumed piece/ornament, i presume. I could see enough to tell that it looked as there were bars/counters, booths/tables, chairs/benches. Then, in one of the incloves, i heard a sound. Faint like bare feet on marble/lanolium. Seemed inclosing. There was something there. Goblin, animal, i dont know but it was a short bulky creature, all i could see was its eyes, and it hardly made a sound. It scared me, but as it moved in closer, i pushed it away and continued through, quickly, and mindful, of any more that might apear, and watching my back for it to follow. it didnt. I guess i got what i needed and went on back through . .

Passed through some other very interesting constructs. I arrived at another of the 'puzzles'. It was a very, very large room. Big as a stadium, and circular. The object was to get to the other side. Difficulty being, had to know which way to go. The pirates instructions were invaluble here. The difficulty was, that there were many platforms, all alike, glass, pentagon, or octagon shaped about 10ft, diamiter, with a couple of strange alien plants on each. They were all moving in unisin and floating on water. One would think he could analize their path and eventualy hop one to another as they got close enough to one another and get to other side that way. But that wasnt quite inline with the pirates instructions/riddles., and would have taken forever, if, it were even possible.

There was a certain path that always worked, at any time, acording to a proper analizing of pirstes words and form. and as impossible as it appeared, or didnt apear, aparently there was not suposed to be any hopping involved. Actualy, the path wasnt anywhere on the flat circle water floor, exactly, but more, around, but straigt like a curved line on a shere. So there were two ways: left or right; clockwise or counter. But one way led around to the other side, and the other led all the way to a dead end. And so, counter clock wise i went, and eventualy found the easy but narrow path that led directly to the other side. The place appeared as some sort of ball room.

Another section was traversing the arrangment of platforms that extended from a wall. There were various traps, diversions here. And was a chasim below to the floors beneth. Dont remember having difficulty with this, much. This was one of the last obsticals, as i circled around again, still counter clock wise, and Up, but floor remained surprisingly level.

I remember the end section. Was a room, with couches, bar, very big and futuristic windows, overlooking the mountain's side, ice valleys and deeply colored sky. I dont think i was the first there, nor the last. I guess all our individual scores were still being caculated as no One, was deemed, The Winner. Though as we talked, i remember others explaining some of the paticulars about their journies. I told one about the dark room and the stocky creature. He said , "really,? i ran into two of them". I smiled, thinking, that would have been a little worser. Another explaind how he went clockwise all the way to the dead end, and had to go all way back. That was kindof funny, . would explain why it took him so long to get were we were. Soon i woke. . .

Awake, pondering this experiance, i came to some realizations (they usually havent come so quickly): all in all through our journies, climbs/falls, and though we were compeating, more or less, we still generally took time to help one another, wether we did so individualy or as group. When i had no clue what i was doing, the guides were there. Experimentation was allowed, and even sucsessful, some times more than others. Even had to learn to be patient with and listen to grasp the not always apparent value of meaning, even from the 'animatronic'. Allowing the possibility that even they, are operating within design peramiters after all. Oh and ive been bouncing this idea around about a path to the victory side end being counter clockwise path, and clockwise being an eventual dead end. . Although, there is to be gain from the clockwise path, even if it is just a funny story of experiance to be told back at the other end of things; and perhaps even a way perhaps, to calculate our own scores, in some sort of eternal and divine agreement, anyway, is what i was thinkin. . : )

[Caligastia]

Jason

Do you ever have short dreams (like normal people)

[jason]

my nightmares are usualy short, or at least cut short. : )

[jason/]

Interesting posts up lately. . . i had a dream that, is short, and i thought interesting. . .

I was in what seemed like an art studio, . . it also seemed as an archeologist dig site.

There seemed to only be one (big) project under work. A project unfinished yet as i was workingg on it, i was finding that i would do well to be carful as it was aparent that many others had been working on it also, and perhaps for quite a while in different places.

I was working on a part, and 'branching off' but as still part of the main part, and i remeber thinking/worrying that maybe i was messing it up by adding/building onto/from the base structure, as i realized that in its construct/uncovering it was aparent that it was suposed to appear a certain way, though i knew not exactly what that certain way was suposed to be or how it was suposed to look. But as i was second guessing this big new section, and if i should disassemble it, suddenly i looked and thought and felt confermed by other, yet not (by the essence of others work exixtant?), that what i had done Was Aceptable. I was happy that that was so.

The White Structure was beyond my understanding, but i had added/found how a piece was to go/unfold (additionaly to its foundation) and it would be crucial that it be within certain peramiters of 'correctness' because the addition by no means finished any specific part but would be added to by another or others as the mass project continued.

Much of the structue had unfinished sections and metal ballasts filled the gaps and suported for additions that didnt yet find their 'weaving points/joints', though these sections despite there seemingly disconnected style were aceptable, the ballasets awaiting replacment by the propor new molds (that were ment to be dispite the construct order).

I remember refining a certain pre existing piece that i definately didnt origionate. The angles that i was precieving it and the the methods, angles of movment of refining configuration, whatnot i cant imagin could be duplicated with even existing three d animation software, exept maybe if multiple dimentions were layered and holigramed a certain way to make all happenings/existances visable anrd synced (best i can describe a technique that applies an exestential happening that would be likened unto comparison like the synced, layerd buisness of the distance between a two-d drawing and the minds actual thoughts that created it, AND the substance of the movment and tools that made the event so)

A truly artistic masterpiece in the making. I ponderd the possibilities of its total design with little sucsess, though the process of the work was fullfilling in a way very hard to describe. : )



Jason.

[jason]

recent dream of couple nights ago: I was playing the monopoly board game with my, brother? he rolled and went, then I went, . .then when it was his turn again I noticed he was on the jail space. I ask him, 'hey, are you in jail or just visiting?' he said, ' it doesn't matter'. I began argument that it did, . .until I realized that the game might represent something more . .I shut up my argument and said, "yeah, it doesn't matter."

latter we were on some main street, of some town .. .a sharp hill rose in the pavment and took a sort of human likness (head,arms, whatnot). was probably 30 or 40 feet tall. . . I pondered it briefly, and said to who was near, 'prepair for ______ (I cant think of word now but it ment energy/earthquake). as I said it I could feel, like the pressure and wind coming at me from the direction of the road monster. another commented at how surprised he was at its power level, whatnot.

it seemed as if I was in the middle of a nuclear explosion. . I couldint seen any one or anything, but to those that could hear me (how, im not completely sure), I said something to the power of, "we'll have to rendezvous (yes I spell checked word)at another place.". . .something like that that meant that what was happening would prevent our reasonable association for a time .. .

anyway, is 'short' just of it. : )

jason

[Caligastia]

I don't usually share my dream here on the forum but this one is recent.


I was a musician playing an Oboe. The Emperor had used his influence to get me a place on the Austrian National Symphony. Such a recommendation was no small thing.

As it happens there 'is' an organization called the Austrian National Symphony. However, there hasn't been an emperor since around the 1400's.

My reading is that Father has positioned me with a group dedicated to similar service. In other words, one voice in the choir and, of course like the symphony, it is quite real.

[Caligastia]

Sounds like you were being directed towards the code. In a discrete and left handed way, the lineage of the code is given. From Immanuel to me, I divided it up giving some to Daniel and the rest to John knowing that both works would survive time in the Jewish and Christian Bibles. Then I would recover the information from within the timeline as Bob. Immanuel is Father's only begotten who came to us from Heaven (7d). It is not possible for there to be any error within the code. The only possibility is, perhaps, a misreading of the data. It appears Hanen, while fitting the criteria, is not the man with an army who goes into the White House bringing down Obama. Ergo, the criteria fits someone else who hasn't surfaced to visibility yet.

Regardless, there can be no error in the code. This info was taken from Immanuel's timeline and only He and Father have access to it (exceptions being those they chose to share it with).

There is one other dream that I didn't mention because it sounded too grandiose. The code says I am (or have) received a golden crown. A promotion above and beyond that of planetary prince. In this dream, which came before the symphony, I came upon what could only be called a dressing dummy. A stick rising from the ground with a round head at the top. Over it was draped a purple robe with gold trim in a design like the Grecian Key. On top of that, a gold crown. It would appear there is continuity in the dreaming.

[Caligastia]

Dinah

It has been some time since I wrote Eternity Road and I went to reread it. I'd forgotten about it. Thanks for the reminder.

[[jason]]

Dinah,
meaningful work is difficult to find for me too. even if I 'find' little potential meaningful jobs here and there, they can become unmeaningful quickly, if I let them. used too, id just do the work at hand cause I wanted to get paid, and id think of how much better and quicker I did the job than anyone else . . .now, i think as little about what im doing as possible, and am in the least amount of hurry than ive ever been, and all the while try to keep a meaningful conversation with my TA, or myself , sometimes im not sure what's going on in my brain area, when i used to know exacly everything, all that. also the word 'work' is indeed relative.

i think some of the difference is because of certain things ive learned that maybe i didn't know before but might and or are actualy problems with my thinking, understandings, whatnot. and some of the other differences might just be caused by something different 'in the air' or energy related somehow in a way im not very used to. id rather not even mention the state of world conditions near and far that im aware.

it is not a pleasant experience. . .

anywho, . . if you think the dreams ive shared are weird, you should hear about the ones i havnt shared. : )

i havnt read anything much from Caligastia's site in a while myself, . .maybe ill do that too.
usualy ill pick up a bible and i get what i 'need to hear' from whatever random place i open too, whatnot.
anything, radio,tv, drywall falling on your head in middle of night (don't ask), . .can be used to attain 'needed' information when needed. PHQ seems to be a good source of that kind of information, though.
ive reread a lot of things on this forum, and a lot of times i find it helpful, and other times, maybe (not unhelpful, just simply) i don't know or confuses me, at least imeteately (i don't really have that problem anywhere else that much).

Caligastia, not to long ago, before that 200 year aniversery thing at the church i mentioned before, i took upon myself to clean off some sticky glue from some 'dress dummies' that they wanted to use for to put old wedding cloths on or something. anyway, i wonder what your thought is as to why the crown and robe was on dress dummies in your dream. ? . .

[Caligastia]

I think I was being given a heads up that the 'promotion' had already been processed. I have now 3 things referencing it. 3 seals and that moment, and two dreams afterwards. So, predicted elements of the Revelation Code have come to pass. What comes next would be my 'woo woo' moment.

[jason@]

That makes sense to me. I hope your right, . Maybe the ' acceptingness ' on your part of the situation, is an important element. Two related dreams would indicate something important within itself, so you showed me. . . Now, ive tried not to speculate but one would wonder, though ive noticed youve not said much about the promotion itself. : )

[Caligastia]

Jason

It isn't about belief or acceptance. I discovered Angel's Lair in 1994 based upon a dream I had in the late 70's. On HQ, I've documented a goodly part of the journey and the weight of the 'evidence' is so big - it can't be ignored.

In the real world, archaeologists spend life times trying to find places like this and I did it on my first effort and from more than a thousand miles away. This is so far outside the bell curve of normal the odds are in the billions to one against. I wondered if that dream, and a list of other things, were true. I checked it out and bingo - it was true.

I spent a fair amount of time learning to read the carvings and bang! - did it again - The Revelation Code. From within the code, I was able to date the place at 500 BC and it should be no surprise that Snoopy and I (from the 1950's) are there as well. Again, well outside the bell curve.

I've accepted that correct and valuable information can arrive via dreams. The proving of this is self evident. The trick is knowing which ones are true and which ones are just blowing off steam.

It's been a hell of a story

[Caligastia]

It was the last time I was out there. He's not in an easy to get to place and as I am now old fat and ugly, I'm seriously disinclined to go climbing. As it happens, the front door is easy to get to.

I don't know if I've mentioned this but the 50 foot carvings are all part of a greater pyramidic construct. These are all 50 footers and ALL at the same altitude. Knowing this allowed me to connect the dots of two larger logical pyramids.