We will be back shortly! 06/14/2011
Well, there is some good news! I have re-established contact with Davrine, apparently she was busy with a few things, and she felt I needed a few days alone to sort out a lot of things I was dealing with at the time.
As far as SKYHOUSE 11:11 goes, we hope to get this back up and running again within a month. Right now, I have been blessed with the opportunity to have a more stable position at my place of employment, and this will allow me more free time (oddly enough) to work on this project, rather than worry about food or catching up on my rent.
Why a month, why not right now? That's a good question. First off, I want to be sure this new work opportunity is stable enough so that I can proceed. Secondly, the experiences I have had while engaged in this project has taught me a lot. And while there is still plenty more to learn, the experiences I have had, have led me to believe that there are some changes needed. Don't worry, Davrine's not running for President or anything like that lol. She's not changing her position on anything, even on manifestation, which right now I tend to disagree with. Mainly, the changes will most likely involve how SKYHOUSE 11:11 is run, and probably a broader scope of goals, or at least somewhat of a shift in them. What those may be, I am not entirely clear yet.
The main goal, however, stands true; To teach, to help people get in touch with the Universe in not just it's "numbers and measure" aspects, but also it's creative, intuitive aspects. How we go about that... this is open for debate. But I will share my thoughts with you on this when time permits.
Until then, hang in there! Just a few things to sort out and we'll be back in action!
As far as SKYHOUSE 11:11 goes, we hope to get this back up and running again within a month. Right now, I have been blessed with the opportunity to have a more stable position at my place of employment, and this will allow me more free time (oddly enough) to work on this project, rather than worry about food or catching up on my rent.
Why a month, why not right now? That's a good question. First off, I want to be sure this new work opportunity is stable enough so that I can proceed. Secondly, the experiences I have had while engaged in this project has taught me a lot. And while there is still plenty more to learn, the experiences I have had, have led me to believe that there are some changes needed. Don't worry, Davrine's not running for President or anything like that lol. She's not changing her position on anything, even on manifestation, which right now I tend to disagree with. Mainly, the changes will most likely involve how SKYHOUSE 11:11 is run, and probably a broader scope of goals, or at least somewhat of a shift in them. What those may be, I am not entirely clear yet.
The main goal, however, stands true; To teach, to help people get in touch with the Universe in not just it's "numbers and measure" aspects, but also it's creative, intuitive aspects. How we go about that... this is open for debate. But I will share my thoughts with you on this when time permits.
Until then, hang in there! Just a few things to sort out and we'll be back in action!
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Thank you all. 06/01/2011
I apologize for the lack of participation lately. I want you all to know that I am still alive and kicking. Although I have had a very bad case of depression and anxiety for a while now. I haven't been able to stay up for more than two or three hours at a time, I just don't have the energy to even be able to talk to people.
I wanted to do a YouTube video of me talking about this, but for some reason the past two attempts have screwed up, the volume is messed up and the editor I am using refuses to cooperate. So I just said to heck with it and am typing it out.
Like I said, I am fighting a very serious case of anxiety and depression. I feel like a failure on so many levels right now, and recent events have only compounded that feeling.
I have been on a downward spiral where my beliefs are concerned. I feel I can no longer entertain the notion that there is any hope for humanity. I can no longer justify communicating to other people, nor channeling messages communicating to other people, that there is hope, and that the law of attraction is true in any sense of the word. In my experience, the law of attraction only seems to work with negative attraction, not the kind I need. Any positive attraction that comes into my life, I have not really noticed a difference to when I didn't believe in the law of attraction.
There comes a time when someone must take a leap of faith, to determine what is true in the Universe. But there also comes a time when one must determine if that leap of faith was justified or not, otherwise it becomes mere superstition and dogma to one's self. In some cases, the leap of faith was justified. But mainly, it was not. My life seems to be on a steady slope downward, regardless of my perceptions of Life. And I cannot justify passing on messages of hope and abundance when they are clearly absent in my life.
To top this all off, I went on a walk around the block, which is what I usually do to clear my head, and have a chat with Dee. She had me listen to two songs, "Queen of the Hours" and "Whale," both by Electric Light Orchestra.
My mind and my heart are both clouded at this point, due to hunger and depression/anxiety. So it was difficult to discern the lyrics, even my vision at this point is fucked up. I been looking at photos on the net and it's hard to tell where one body ends and another begins, they just look like a contorted mess of limbs and torsos. But the lyrics seem to tell about how the heart is the true measure of time, not a clock.
Then, about halfway around the block, the song "Whale" came up on my playlist. I usually don't listen to it, I just skip past it, not because I don't like the song, but because I really do like it, and I don't want to spoil it by listening to it over and over again. I want to reserve it for special moments. But this moment, I had not expected.
Dee asked me to leave it playing. And about halfway through the song, she told me that communication was going to cease between her and myself for the time being. She did say communication would pick up again in the future but she didn't say when. But when she said that, my heart jumped into my throat.
I wanted to cry so bad. Of course, the only person I encountered on my entire walk at four in the morning just happened to be the one I encountered at this moment. Like the cry police, right there at the perfect time, making sure Jericha had to hold back.
You never really realize how much a friend someone is until you lose contact with them. It was like remembering all the great conversations we had, all the fun moments. It hurt to hear what she said, even tho I knew she must have had good reason. Maybe I needed the time alone.
It really hit me a bit further down the road, when, forgetting for a moment what was said, I asked her something, and got no response. It felt so quiet, so alone. Sure, she could be a pain in the butt at times but she was always fun.
So, as hopefully you can understand, I am not in a good place right now. I just feel like crap, a failure, like I couldn't even accomplish my mission, even though I have been told "I am on the path to fulfilling my mission" by Lady Sekhmet.
I am not trying to ignore anyone, or brush anyone off, I am just constantly exhausted. But this leaves me wondering what will happen to SKYHOUSE 11:11, which never seemed to take off. I just wanted to help people. And it seems like it was just another waste of time. A fool's wish, to think I could help anyone seems like the height of arrogance to me right now. Just like my endeavor to do music, or be a photograph model, or an escort. I can't even begin to try without life completely crushing my dreams.
Another thing: what is next in my life? What does this mean? Lately, I would try posting on Huffington Post. Politics always gets me angry, and I usually avoid it, but I figure at this point, being pissed off is at least a step up from feeling crappy, or nothing at all. But it only seems to further justify my lack of faith in the future, and bring me down more.
Will I be contacting other beings? Will I completely find a new spiritual path, or perhaps none at all? I don't know. I am tired, I can't think straight. I just want to sleep, I just want to rest.
Thank you all for your support, and I'm sorry I let you down. And I still love you all, and I love you, Dee. Looking forward to talking with you again.
Jericha.
I wanted to do a YouTube video of me talking about this, but for some reason the past two attempts have screwed up, the volume is messed up and the editor I am using refuses to cooperate. So I just said to heck with it and am typing it out.
Like I said, I am fighting a very serious case of anxiety and depression. I feel like a failure on so many levels right now, and recent events have only compounded that feeling.
I have been on a downward spiral where my beliefs are concerned. I feel I can no longer entertain the notion that there is any hope for humanity. I can no longer justify communicating to other people, nor channeling messages communicating to other people, that there is hope, and that the law of attraction is true in any sense of the word. In my experience, the law of attraction only seems to work with negative attraction, not the kind I need. Any positive attraction that comes into my life, I have not really noticed a difference to when I didn't believe in the law of attraction.
There comes a time when someone must take a leap of faith, to determine what is true in the Universe. But there also comes a time when one must determine if that leap of faith was justified or not, otherwise it becomes mere superstition and dogma to one's self. In some cases, the leap of faith was justified. But mainly, it was not. My life seems to be on a steady slope downward, regardless of my perceptions of Life. And I cannot justify passing on messages of hope and abundance when they are clearly absent in my life.
To top this all off, I went on a walk around the block, which is what I usually do to clear my head, and have a chat with Dee. She had me listen to two songs, "Queen of the Hours" and "Whale," both by Electric Light Orchestra.
My mind and my heart are both clouded at this point, due to hunger and depression/anxiety. So it was difficult to discern the lyrics, even my vision at this point is fucked up. I been looking at photos on the net and it's hard to tell where one body ends and another begins, they just look like a contorted mess of limbs and torsos. But the lyrics seem to tell about how the heart is the true measure of time, not a clock.
Then, about halfway around the block, the song "Whale" came up on my playlist. I usually don't listen to it, I just skip past it, not because I don't like the song, but because I really do like it, and I don't want to spoil it by listening to it over and over again. I want to reserve it for special moments. But this moment, I had not expected.
Dee asked me to leave it playing. And about halfway through the song, she told me that communication was going to cease between her and myself for the time being. She did say communication would pick up again in the future but she didn't say when. But when she said that, my heart jumped into my throat.
I wanted to cry so bad. Of course, the only person I encountered on my entire walk at four in the morning just happened to be the one I encountered at this moment. Like the cry police, right there at the perfect time, making sure Jericha had to hold back.
You never really realize how much a friend someone is until you lose contact with them. It was like remembering all the great conversations we had, all the fun moments. It hurt to hear what she said, even tho I knew she must have had good reason. Maybe I needed the time alone.
It really hit me a bit further down the road, when, forgetting for a moment what was said, I asked her something, and got no response. It felt so quiet, so alone. Sure, she could be a pain in the butt at times but she was always fun.
So, as hopefully you can understand, I am not in a good place right now. I just feel like crap, a failure, like I couldn't even accomplish my mission, even though I have been told "I am on the path to fulfilling my mission" by Lady Sekhmet.
I am not trying to ignore anyone, or brush anyone off, I am just constantly exhausted. But this leaves me wondering what will happen to SKYHOUSE 11:11, which never seemed to take off. I just wanted to help people. And it seems like it was just another waste of time. A fool's wish, to think I could help anyone seems like the height of arrogance to me right now. Just like my endeavor to do music, or be a photograph model, or an escort. I can't even begin to try without life completely crushing my dreams.
Another thing: what is next in my life? What does this mean? Lately, I would try posting on Huffington Post. Politics always gets me angry, and I usually avoid it, but I figure at this point, being pissed off is at least a step up from feeling crappy, or nothing at all. But it only seems to further justify my lack of faith in the future, and bring me down more.
Will I be contacting other beings? Will I completely find a new spiritual path, or perhaps none at all? I don't know. I am tired, I can't think straight. I just want to sleep, I just want to rest.
Thank you all for your support, and I'm sorry I let you down. And I still love you all, and I love you, Dee. Looking forward to talking with you again.
Jericha.
On Board the Lightship Aeon 04/09/2011
Last night, (or rather, this morning if you want to be technical about it) about 1:30-2:00 am, I went to bed. I remember feeling very relaxed.
I am not even sure I can rightfully call this a "dream." I am told by Davrine that this actually happened, physically. And through my experience, it felt very real, even though some of the memories were "blocked."
I will have to be honest with you right now, I have my doubts. The whole experience was so fantastic yet so real. I talked to Davrine about my doubts, and she said it's okay to doubt. She always said it's okay to doubt, she doesn't expect me to buy into everything she says, she wants me to find these things out for myself, through experience. Yet, she still insists that I was taken aboard the Aeon, physically.
I might have had a lot harder time beleiving this whole experience was real, had it not been for how I felt when I woke up. I felt great, but my right ear drum was sore, like there was a chainge in air pressure, and it had just been forced to pop. This is why I don't like flying on planes. My right ear drum has a hard time popping to adjust to altitude, and it gets extremely painful for me when this happens. I was told this problem was fixed on the ship, and that my right ear was adjusted to help with equilibrium issues I was having.
Onto the experience. The first thing I can recall is being with my friend Amy. I am not sure if I was actually with her or talking on Skype, because I had my headset on but it seemed like she was there. Maybe it was some sort of holographic Skype. I was sharing some of my channeling videos with her on my page on YouTube, but then I had this memory trigger. I remembered an older page I had, which I never knew I had. They were, at first, channeling videos, but in places I didn't readily recognize, yet I knew. Then, there were these clips that again, I didn't readily recognize, but I knew, but at the time I could only describe as clips from a "halloween costume party." I recognized "myself" as someone that seemed to be in a particular "costume," it was similar to a costume you would see in the play "Cats" except it was almost pure white, and was more like an avian (bird-like) than a feline. It seemed more female in appearance, yet it could have been androgynous as well.
It was almost as if I was in a play in these videos. The "character" I portrayed was very vibrant, very social. And it wasn't like the network dream I had, where I was playing a person, under mind control. This was very much myself doing the acting, and you could feel the love and fun from this person. All the time I was watching these videos I was saying to myself, "Was that me?!? This is amazing!"
The next thing I recall is being in this ground-level apartment in the city, what city, I do not know. I was with this gentleman who looked like a young Clark Gable. We were helping the former tenant move out of the apartment, there was a moving truck outside. We had to move fast because thieves were looking to steal the stuff we were moving.
As we were moving the stuff, more people would suddenly be with us. There was this teenage girl, she was either hispanic, asian, or a mix of both. Then more and more people would suddenly appear, about six or seven.
I remember picking up an object to put on the moving truck. It was a small step-ladder that folded up, and "Clark" told me, "That's the man-(something), that stays here." So I put it back.
I opened the door to the outside, and the moving truck was gone as far as I could tell. I looked dout on the street as the cars rolled on by. However, the cars looked wierd, not like any kind of cars I had ever seen before. They had no paneling, and looked funny. I called to "Clark," and said soomethign like "Is this right? These cars look like they are from the 1920's." I don't know why I said that because the cars didn't look like they came from any time period I was familiar with. But he said "No, they look like they are from (whatever he said)"
We went back inside, and what happened next was wierd. The objects in the house were morphing, and the best way I can describe it is that they were "shifting in time." Let me give an example of what I mean, althought I don't remember these objects actually beign there; Let's say a flat-screen HDTV was in the room. It would morph into a holographic projector, then it would morph into a 1950's black and white CRT TV. Or, if you had a flourescent bulb, it would morph into a floating ball of light, then it would morph into an incandescent bulb. Everything in the room was doing this.
Suddenly this floating being, wierd looking with needle-like teeth, calling herself a "banshee" was there, flying around trying to terrify us. However, most of us were just wierded out and confused, like "wtf is this?" At one point, I struggled with the banshee, who was making this god-awful wail. I was trying to shake her to get her to calm down, and she bit me, right where the thumb meets the hand. She could have very well bit my thumb off. Oddly enough, I could feel the teeth pierce into my flesh, but didn't feel the pain, almost as if my hand had been under local anesthesia.
Now before I go on, I need to explain something. Back in the day, when I was very proficient in navigating and manipulaing the dream environment, I would employ a tool I would call a "dream remote" or "universal remote." If a dream took a wrong turn, or went a way I didn't like, I would hit the "rewind" button on it, and the dream would rewind to a point where I could change the outcome.
Mind you, I had a certain dream around the turn of the millenium, and after this dream, I hadn't had any dreams for a few years at all, and finally when I started to dream again, I lost all my ability to control my dreams (in other words, no remote.) Since that dream around the turn of the millenium, I do not recall any point where I had used that remote, until this point.
So I pulled out this remote, which was oddly enough invisible, and hit rewind, to a point where the banshee had released my thumb. Then I merely avoided her attempt at biting my thumb again.
The next thing I remember, we were on board the lightship Aeon, Davrine's ship. It looked a bit different than the last time I had been there, it looked more like a "proper" interstellar craft. I was told later on when I was back here, that this was their "Aseembly/Orientation" room, and that it was meant to look a bit more proper.
The room was circular, and had another room adjacent to the right. In the center of this room was a pillar of light. (I am told this was a holographic projector) At ground level, surrounding the pillar, were a bunch of readouts and control panels. Where we were at, behind this pillar of light, were a bunch of school desks, the kind which the desktop is built into the chair. There were three in front, four in back. I was seated in the back row, second to the right. In front of us was the giant viewscreen with a starfield. Everything there had it's customary glow of energy, and the room was bathed in this light. The best way I can describe the color pattern of the light was "chromatic." If any of you remember the stickers in the 80's, the holographic ones, how the metal film shimmered in many colors, this was how the light was.
In the room to the right, it was rectangular in area. It was not walled off, it was open to the larger circular room. I could see beings at desks, bustling around, busy doing things. Mostly Salmahkian, but there were other races as well.
I am told the room was somewhat based on the original Sessani-inspired design of the craft, with a few Salmahkian touches. This was done so as not to confuse visitors to the craft too much. (Getting around a Salmahkian ship can get pretty confusing if you don't understand the mentality behind the "layout.")
I counted at least seven terrestrial humans on the craft, all of which were seated at these school desks. We were not limited in movement, not bound to the desks, we were free to get up and walk around, and I, at least, felt no fear. and it wasn't like I was "prohibited" from feeling fear, I just felt it was a naturally occuring feeling, and that if I really chose to fear, I could, but I had no reason to. I note this because in a lot of extraterrestrial encounters, the way people describe it, it sounds to me like the fear was "forced" out of them or somehow "cancelled" by some telepathic technology, almost in a sense "forcing" them into calm. I just wanted to assure you that this was not the case, and that no such technology was used here, as far as I could tell. The Salmahkians are very respectful in regards to this. I simply felt no reason to fear.
On our desks, there were these booklets. I opened the booklet up to the first page, and on the inside cover, in the lower left hand corner, it almost looked like a lottery ticket the way this was designed, very colorful. There were seven blank bubbles in the image, laid out just as the desks were. Then this voice came over a "loudspeaker," and began to say something with great fanfare. Then they began to announce numbers along with names. As the voice did so, the names would pop up in the bubbles, almost as if writing themselves, and these other letters would appear above the bubbles, which I did not recognize.
The voice said during this, "Number Six; (my male name)" And as it did so, my male name popped up in bubble number six. I got a bit worried, I wanted to write down the code above my name so I didn't forget. (This is how I know we were permitted to fear) But as I did so, I noticed the nature of these other letters. I could very easily see them, and see what they were. But they were three-dimensional, and they were rotating, so I had no means of writing them down. But then I realized the code probably wasn't important, I knew things were taken care of.
The voice, after announcing the seven people's names, said something like "Congratulations! We will be arranging a trip to the Pleaidies, and you are going with us!" It was something similar to that, it was said like it was a contest. The whole situation had very much a Salmahkian flavor of funness and fanfare. Like they were telling us what was going on by using funny things.
I took some time to thumb through the booklet. There were pictures of the "costume party." Again, it seemed to me at the time that these people were in costumes, but later on I was told by Davrine that I was actually seeing pictures of extraterrestrial races, and that's how my mind processed the images.
In the back of the booklet was a calendar. It was full of events that were "schedueled." I am not sure of these were events that were schedueled for the trip or if it was schedueled for my life in general, but the calendar went on for months. I got the idea that perhaps I could manifest by writing something on the calendar, and as I started to do so, at first I couldn't make up my mind when I wanted it to happen, then I decided it may be best not to do it.
I do not recall what was on the calendar. But Davrine tells me it was a way of letting me know that there was some sort of plan in place, but I was not allowed to remember the details.
I walked over to the other room on the right hand side, and looked around. I eventually saw Davrine, but was told she was busy and would be over in a bit. So I went back to my desk, and almost as soon as I sat down Davrine and someone else came over, the other person I don't remember who they were. It may have been Mira.
We gave each other a big hug, and I remarked how cool it was to actually SEE her. Just as a side note; I have seen a few Salmahkians in travels, namely Raputa, Vulfa, Europa and Wyck, ones that I remember. The first time I was aboard the Aeon (or "Ayoan") I saw Davrine very briefly as she was sleeping before I was brought back to my body. But that is the only time I got to see Davrine before now.
If you have seen the pictures I have drawn of Davrine, they show her with raggedy, auburn hair. And the first time I saw her on board the Aeon, this was indeed the case. But this time, her hair was very very short, close to the skull, almost like Halle Berry.
I commented on her hair, and she blushed and laughed. Dee, even by Salmahkian standards, is very young looking. She explained that she got her hair "shortened" so that she would look a bit older and more sophisticated for the "orientation," but it only ended up making her looking even younger.
I remember her then, actually going through with me and explaining what the booklet was all about, pointing to certain pictures with me "in the avian costume" and the calendar in the back of the book, and explaining about what was going to happen, and about the trip to the Pleadies. Then I remember something being said over the loudspeaker and I was back in my bed, my right ear sore.
Now, I am posting this with the caveat that I am not sure if this was symbolic, or if I am actually being taken to the Pleadies. I don't want to make any fantastic claims that I cannot back up, nor do I expect anyone to beleive I am actually going anywhere. I don't even know if I am really going anywhere, to be honest. I am just sharing here, what I have experienced.
I am not even sure I can rightfully call this a "dream." I am told by Davrine that this actually happened, physically. And through my experience, it felt very real, even though some of the memories were "blocked."
I will have to be honest with you right now, I have my doubts. The whole experience was so fantastic yet so real. I talked to Davrine about my doubts, and she said it's okay to doubt. She always said it's okay to doubt, she doesn't expect me to buy into everything she says, she wants me to find these things out for myself, through experience. Yet, she still insists that I was taken aboard the Aeon, physically.
I might have had a lot harder time beleiving this whole experience was real, had it not been for how I felt when I woke up. I felt great, but my right ear drum was sore, like there was a chainge in air pressure, and it had just been forced to pop. This is why I don't like flying on planes. My right ear drum has a hard time popping to adjust to altitude, and it gets extremely painful for me when this happens. I was told this problem was fixed on the ship, and that my right ear was adjusted to help with equilibrium issues I was having.
Onto the experience. The first thing I can recall is being with my friend Amy. I am not sure if I was actually with her or talking on Skype, because I had my headset on but it seemed like she was there. Maybe it was some sort of holographic Skype. I was sharing some of my channeling videos with her on my page on YouTube, but then I had this memory trigger. I remembered an older page I had, which I never knew I had. They were, at first, channeling videos, but in places I didn't readily recognize, yet I knew. Then, there were these clips that again, I didn't readily recognize, but I knew, but at the time I could only describe as clips from a "halloween costume party." I recognized "myself" as someone that seemed to be in a particular "costume," it was similar to a costume you would see in the play "Cats" except it was almost pure white, and was more like an avian (bird-like) than a feline. It seemed more female in appearance, yet it could have been androgynous as well.
It was almost as if I was in a play in these videos. The "character" I portrayed was very vibrant, very social. And it wasn't like the network dream I had, where I was playing a person, under mind control. This was very much myself doing the acting, and you could feel the love and fun from this person. All the time I was watching these videos I was saying to myself, "Was that me?!? This is amazing!"
The next thing I recall is being in this ground-level apartment in the city, what city, I do not know. I was with this gentleman who looked like a young Clark Gable. We were helping the former tenant move out of the apartment, there was a moving truck outside. We had to move fast because thieves were looking to steal the stuff we were moving.
As we were moving the stuff, more people would suddenly be with us. There was this teenage girl, she was either hispanic, asian, or a mix of both. Then more and more people would suddenly appear, about six or seven.
I remember picking up an object to put on the moving truck. It was a small step-ladder that folded up, and "Clark" told me, "That's the man-(something), that stays here." So I put it back.
I opened the door to the outside, and the moving truck was gone as far as I could tell. I looked dout on the street as the cars rolled on by. However, the cars looked wierd, not like any kind of cars I had ever seen before. They had no paneling, and looked funny. I called to "Clark," and said soomethign like "Is this right? These cars look like they are from the 1920's." I don't know why I said that because the cars didn't look like they came from any time period I was familiar with. But he said "No, they look like they are from (whatever he said)"
We went back inside, and what happened next was wierd. The objects in the house were morphing, and the best way I can describe it is that they were "shifting in time." Let me give an example of what I mean, althought I don't remember these objects actually beign there; Let's say a flat-screen HDTV was in the room. It would morph into a holographic projector, then it would morph into a 1950's black and white CRT TV. Or, if you had a flourescent bulb, it would morph into a floating ball of light, then it would morph into an incandescent bulb. Everything in the room was doing this.
Suddenly this floating being, wierd looking with needle-like teeth, calling herself a "banshee" was there, flying around trying to terrify us. However, most of us were just wierded out and confused, like "wtf is this?" At one point, I struggled with the banshee, who was making this god-awful wail. I was trying to shake her to get her to calm down, and she bit me, right where the thumb meets the hand. She could have very well bit my thumb off. Oddly enough, I could feel the teeth pierce into my flesh, but didn't feel the pain, almost as if my hand had been under local anesthesia.
Now before I go on, I need to explain something. Back in the day, when I was very proficient in navigating and manipulaing the dream environment, I would employ a tool I would call a "dream remote" or "universal remote." If a dream took a wrong turn, or went a way I didn't like, I would hit the "rewind" button on it, and the dream would rewind to a point where I could change the outcome.
Mind you, I had a certain dream around the turn of the millenium, and after this dream, I hadn't had any dreams for a few years at all, and finally when I started to dream again, I lost all my ability to control my dreams (in other words, no remote.) Since that dream around the turn of the millenium, I do not recall any point where I had used that remote, until this point.
So I pulled out this remote, which was oddly enough invisible, and hit rewind, to a point where the banshee had released my thumb. Then I merely avoided her attempt at biting my thumb again.
The next thing I remember, we were on board the lightship Aeon, Davrine's ship. It looked a bit different than the last time I had been there, it looked more like a "proper" interstellar craft. I was told later on when I was back here, that this was their "Aseembly/Orientation" room, and that it was meant to look a bit more proper.
The room was circular, and had another room adjacent to the right. In the center of this room was a pillar of light. (I am told this was a holographic projector) At ground level, surrounding the pillar, were a bunch of readouts and control panels. Where we were at, behind this pillar of light, were a bunch of school desks, the kind which the desktop is built into the chair. There were three in front, four in back. I was seated in the back row, second to the right. In front of us was the giant viewscreen with a starfield. Everything there had it's customary glow of energy, and the room was bathed in this light. The best way I can describe the color pattern of the light was "chromatic." If any of you remember the stickers in the 80's, the holographic ones, how the metal film shimmered in many colors, this was how the light was.
In the room to the right, it was rectangular in area. It was not walled off, it was open to the larger circular room. I could see beings at desks, bustling around, busy doing things. Mostly Salmahkian, but there were other races as well.
I am told the room was somewhat based on the original Sessani-inspired design of the craft, with a few Salmahkian touches. This was done so as not to confuse visitors to the craft too much. (Getting around a Salmahkian ship can get pretty confusing if you don't understand the mentality behind the "layout.")
I counted at least seven terrestrial humans on the craft, all of which were seated at these school desks. We were not limited in movement, not bound to the desks, we were free to get up and walk around, and I, at least, felt no fear. and it wasn't like I was "prohibited" from feeling fear, I just felt it was a naturally occuring feeling, and that if I really chose to fear, I could, but I had no reason to. I note this because in a lot of extraterrestrial encounters, the way people describe it, it sounds to me like the fear was "forced" out of them or somehow "cancelled" by some telepathic technology, almost in a sense "forcing" them into calm. I just wanted to assure you that this was not the case, and that no such technology was used here, as far as I could tell. The Salmahkians are very respectful in regards to this. I simply felt no reason to fear.
On our desks, there were these booklets. I opened the booklet up to the first page, and on the inside cover, in the lower left hand corner, it almost looked like a lottery ticket the way this was designed, very colorful. There were seven blank bubbles in the image, laid out just as the desks were. Then this voice came over a "loudspeaker," and began to say something with great fanfare. Then they began to announce numbers along with names. As the voice did so, the names would pop up in the bubbles, almost as if writing themselves, and these other letters would appear above the bubbles, which I did not recognize.
The voice said during this, "Number Six; (my male name)" And as it did so, my male name popped up in bubble number six. I got a bit worried, I wanted to write down the code above my name so I didn't forget. (This is how I know we were permitted to fear) But as I did so, I noticed the nature of these other letters. I could very easily see them, and see what they were. But they were three-dimensional, and they were rotating, so I had no means of writing them down. But then I realized the code probably wasn't important, I knew things were taken care of.
The voice, after announcing the seven people's names, said something like "Congratulations! We will be arranging a trip to the Pleaidies, and you are going with us!" It was something similar to that, it was said like it was a contest. The whole situation had very much a Salmahkian flavor of funness and fanfare. Like they were telling us what was going on by using funny things.
I took some time to thumb through the booklet. There were pictures of the "costume party." Again, it seemed to me at the time that these people were in costumes, but later on I was told by Davrine that I was actually seeing pictures of extraterrestrial races, and that's how my mind processed the images.
In the back of the booklet was a calendar. It was full of events that were "schedueled." I am not sure of these were events that were schedueled for the trip or if it was schedueled for my life in general, but the calendar went on for months. I got the idea that perhaps I could manifest by writing something on the calendar, and as I started to do so, at first I couldn't make up my mind when I wanted it to happen, then I decided it may be best not to do it.
I do not recall what was on the calendar. But Davrine tells me it was a way of letting me know that there was some sort of plan in place, but I was not allowed to remember the details.
I walked over to the other room on the right hand side, and looked around. I eventually saw Davrine, but was told she was busy and would be over in a bit. So I went back to my desk, and almost as soon as I sat down Davrine and someone else came over, the other person I don't remember who they were. It may have been Mira.
We gave each other a big hug, and I remarked how cool it was to actually SEE her. Just as a side note; I have seen a few Salmahkians in travels, namely Raputa, Vulfa, Europa and Wyck, ones that I remember. The first time I was aboard the Aeon (or "Ayoan") I saw Davrine very briefly as she was sleeping before I was brought back to my body. But that is the only time I got to see Davrine before now.
If you have seen the pictures I have drawn of Davrine, they show her with raggedy, auburn hair. And the first time I saw her on board the Aeon, this was indeed the case. But this time, her hair was very very short, close to the skull, almost like Halle Berry.
I commented on her hair, and she blushed and laughed. Dee, even by Salmahkian standards, is very young looking. She explained that she got her hair "shortened" so that she would look a bit older and more sophisticated for the "orientation," but it only ended up making her looking even younger.
I remember her then, actually going through with me and explaining what the booklet was all about, pointing to certain pictures with me "in the avian costume" and the calendar in the back of the book, and explaining about what was going to happen, and about the trip to the Pleadies. Then I remember something being said over the loudspeaker and I was back in my bed, my right ear sore.
Now, I am posting this with the caveat that I am not sure if this was symbolic, or if I am actually being taken to the Pleadies. I don't want to make any fantastic claims that I cannot back up, nor do I expect anyone to beleive I am actually going anywhere. I don't even know if I am really going anywhere, to be honest. I am just sharing here, what I have experienced.
Frequently Asked Questions 03/19/2011
Today I decided to sit down and address some common questions people come to me with, and share my methods of helping people address their issues.
The Salmahkian Alphabet 03/16/2011
This is 24 letters of the Salmahkian alphabet, there are 144 in total, each with their own unique sound. The 24 letters shown here are used for basic communication, while the 144 letters in whole are used as a map of vibrations used in creation.
Below this is the dozenal (base 12) Lancian number system, representing petals on a flower.
I'm sure it's possible I could channel the entire or "overall Salmahkian" alphabet. There are a few things to consider when I do that, however;
The "utility alphabet" was represented and equated to rough equivalents to the English understanding of the sounds. They don't represent the actual sounds of the letters, as if you wanted to write something in actual English using the Salmahkian "overall alphabet" you probably wouldn't use these letters, but others in the alphabet. The "utility alphabet" is used for Salmahkian words, if you catch my drift.
The "overall alphabet" is used to represent non-Salmahkian words of cultures that still use writing as a means of communication. It consists of 144 alphabetical characters. It is also used to represent the entire spectrum of vibratory manifestation, and is used in manifestation chants.
Drawing out a chart displaying the entire alphabet in itself presents a whole new set of challenges. For instance, we can do a chart equating the Russian alphabet to it's English equivalents, but they are only rough equivalents. The English letter, despite the fact that sometimes in cultures the same letter can have many sounds, does not entirely capture the Russian equivalent; for example the Russian "R" rolls while the American English one usually does not. So they are not entirely equivalent, because they represent a different vibration. So the chart I have designed here, is only a rough idea. To write in an actual Terran language using the Salmahkian alphabet would be entirely different, and it would differ almost entirely based on culture and even dialects of cultures.
Then there is the challenge of accurately representing the entire alphabet in a fashion that people can read and understand. People on this planet already have difficulty grasping the idea of an accent when grasping a new language, usually they try to speak the words in their own accent, and it doesn't sound right, or they could be saying something they didn't intend to say, simply based on accent. Most of these sounds don't have an equivalent in one's native tongue no matter what language you speak, some don't even have an equivalent on Earth period. (I think there is at least one as far as I know)
This whole challenge is interesting to postulate on, given the root of the problem. Most cultures in the galaxy tend to acknowledge that somewhere along their development, it was discovered that all these sounds (roughly 144, it varies depending on culture, and of course what they were able to vocalize at the time due to their physiology) are key elements in adjusting vibratory states to achieve an end. It's sort of like a Periodic Table of Vibration.
Earth, at one point in her time, knew of this, and employed these 144 different sounds in their language (or it could have been 145 I am not sure). There was an entire priesthood, or what we would know as a "field of research," dedicated to vocalization of vibration. These letters or sounds, used in combination, could lift stone, create "density bubbles," to heal, to do many things. Interesting to note, the reason why temples and churches resonate so much is to amplify the vibration of sound, and to make what is spoken more powerful.
Eventually, most cultures move on to telepathy, which is another form of vibration and is more direct. Salmahkians can use this, but they use speech as well. Why? I do not know. I do know when they speak they are very elvish in their speech, where it, to us, would sound happy and gleeful, which it is. But the other reason for this is because they just like to express themselves that way, and they are adjusting vibrations while doing this to communicate things that are not spoken through words.
Back to the point; Sometime in Earth's history, when this particular culture disappeared, possibly due to darker influences, these influences kept the knowledge of the "master alphabet" hidden, and to the scattered tribes of the descendants of survivors, gave "slave" alphabets.
These slave alphabets were designed to restrict the exposure of vibration to the people who used them, in a sense limiting their perception of reality. Furthermore, the slave languages were muddled. Letters didn't always sound like they were presented, two words spelled the same didn't quite mean the same thing, or two or three seemingly different words sounded exactly alike. Even the shape of the letters had an effect on the mind.
The concept of "accents" were created to further confuse the descendants, in the case that another group of descendants happened to come in contact with them, that happened to speak the same language. The idea of "regional identity and pride" was also introduced, to give the particular group of descendants a sense of specialness and superiority, to psychologically isolate them from other "tribes."
The techniques of dialect and slave language was also used to cover the dark one's tracks, and to make it easier to "change" a culture once they needed it to move into a new phase. Not too many people are aware how carefully constructed their language is, then this fact is very rarely mentioned in the history books, if at all. Not too many people are aware that the dark ones have an entire scientific process of language and culture development, and have used it many times in the past. There so much info on this that I can't cover it here without completely losing track of the main blog post. All I will say is, for a recent example of this, study John Dee and the "School of Night."
In fact, I would venture to say, that if you meditated on different cultures accents and languages in relation to the culture itself, you may find that something "clicks," that there is a correlation between the two and how it affects one another. These accents have an effect on the vibratory state of the person, being that the voice resonates within the body.
Now, seeing that we are not brought up with full mastery of vibratory sounds, no where near that in fact, trying to grasp the concept of a 144 letter master alphabet might seem overwhelming, because we learn by relating concepts, and if we have nothing to relate these sounds to, it makes it that much more challenging to learn, and even more challenging to teach.
The closest example I can come up with here on Earth is the IPA (International Phonetic Alphabet). A great Flash chart I found is here http://www.paulmeier.com/ipa/charts.html This chart is basically a listing of all phonetic sounds known on Earth and cataloged to this day. Even this is incomplete for the master alphabet, as denoted by the areas of the chart which have no corresponding letter, so you can see what one is going up against. Even if you used these charts to guide you as to how the letters sound, all the sounds aren't there, so essentially you have to figure out how the sounds are formed on the chart and approximate them contorting your mouth and tongue to the way it needs to be to produce the sound, with no guidance whatsoever.
Then, once that is mastered, there is the issue of figuring out what the vibrations mean or do, on a quantum or string level. What does shortening or lengthening the sound do? What about pitch in one's voice? How does one put these in combination to form words to express a vibration with the desired effect? Learning the alphabet is only the first step. It can be done, but it no doubt takes time to do so.
Then it begs the question, should the entire Salmahkian alphabet be channeled at all? If first contact is so close, it might even be best to wait and get it straight from the source.
Below this is the dozenal (base 12) Lancian number system, representing petals on a flower.
I'm sure it's possible I could channel the entire or "overall Salmahkian" alphabet. There are a few things to consider when I do that, however;
The "utility alphabet" was represented and equated to rough equivalents to the English understanding of the sounds. They don't represent the actual sounds of the letters, as if you wanted to write something in actual English using the Salmahkian "overall alphabet" you probably wouldn't use these letters, but others in the alphabet. The "utility alphabet" is used for Salmahkian words, if you catch my drift.
The "overall alphabet" is used to represent non-Salmahkian words of cultures that still use writing as a means of communication. It consists of 144 alphabetical characters. It is also used to represent the entire spectrum of vibratory manifestation, and is used in manifestation chants.
Drawing out a chart displaying the entire alphabet in itself presents a whole new set of challenges. For instance, we can do a chart equating the Russian alphabet to it's English equivalents, but they are only rough equivalents. The English letter, despite the fact that sometimes in cultures the same letter can have many sounds, does not entirely capture the Russian equivalent; for example the Russian "R" rolls while the American English one usually does not. So they are not entirely equivalent, because they represent a different vibration. So the chart I have designed here, is only a rough idea. To write in an actual Terran language using the Salmahkian alphabet would be entirely different, and it would differ almost entirely based on culture and even dialects of cultures.
Then there is the challenge of accurately representing the entire alphabet in a fashion that people can read and understand. People on this planet already have difficulty grasping the idea of an accent when grasping a new language, usually they try to speak the words in their own accent, and it doesn't sound right, or they could be saying something they didn't intend to say, simply based on accent. Most of these sounds don't have an equivalent in one's native tongue no matter what language you speak, some don't even have an equivalent on Earth period. (I think there is at least one as far as I know)
This whole challenge is interesting to postulate on, given the root of the problem. Most cultures in the galaxy tend to acknowledge that somewhere along their development, it was discovered that all these sounds (roughly 144, it varies depending on culture, and of course what they were able to vocalize at the time due to their physiology) are key elements in adjusting vibratory states to achieve an end. It's sort of like a Periodic Table of Vibration.
Earth, at one point in her time, knew of this, and employed these 144 different sounds in their language (or it could have been 145 I am not sure). There was an entire priesthood, or what we would know as a "field of research," dedicated to vocalization of vibration. These letters or sounds, used in combination, could lift stone, create "density bubbles," to heal, to do many things. Interesting to note, the reason why temples and churches resonate so much is to amplify the vibration of sound, and to make what is spoken more powerful.
Eventually, most cultures move on to telepathy, which is another form of vibration and is more direct. Salmahkians can use this, but they use speech as well. Why? I do not know. I do know when they speak they are very elvish in their speech, where it, to us, would sound happy and gleeful, which it is. But the other reason for this is because they just like to express themselves that way, and they are adjusting vibrations while doing this to communicate things that are not spoken through words.
Back to the point; Sometime in Earth's history, when this particular culture disappeared, possibly due to darker influences, these influences kept the knowledge of the "master alphabet" hidden, and to the scattered tribes of the descendants of survivors, gave "slave" alphabets.
These slave alphabets were designed to restrict the exposure of vibration to the people who used them, in a sense limiting their perception of reality. Furthermore, the slave languages were muddled. Letters didn't always sound like they were presented, two words spelled the same didn't quite mean the same thing, or two or three seemingly different words sounded exactly alike. Even the shape of the letters had an effect on the mind.
The concept of "accents" were created to further confuse the descendants, in the case that another group of descendants happened to come in contact with them, that happened to speak the same language. The idea of "regional identity and pride" was also introduced, to give the particular group of descendants a sense of specialness and superiority, to psychologically isolate them from other "tribes."
The techniques of dialect and slave language was also used to cover the dark one's tracks, and to make it easier to "change" a culture once they needed it to move into a new phase. Not too many people are aware how carefully constructed their language is, then this fact is very rarely mentioned in the history books, if at all. Not too many people are aware that the dark ones have an entire scientific process of language and culture development, and have used it many times in the past. There so much info on this that I can't cover it here without completely losing track of the main blog post. All I will say is, for a recent example of this, study John Dee and the "School of Night."
In fact, I would venture to say, that if you meditated on different cultures accents and languages in relation to the culture itself, you may find that something "clicks," that there is a correlation between the two and how it affects one another. These accents have an effect on the vibratory state of the person, being that the voice resonates within the body.
Now, seeing that we are not brought up with full mastery of vibratory sounds, no where near that in fact, trying to grasp the concept of a 144 letter master alphabet might seem overwhelming, because we learn by relating concepts, and if we have nothing to relate these sounds to, it makes it that much more challenging to learn, and even more challenging to teach.
The closest example I can come up with here on Earth is the IPA (International Phonetic Alphabet). A great Flash chart I found is here http://www.paulmeier.com/ipa/charts.html This chart is basically a listing of all phonetic sounds known on Earth and cataloged to this day. Even this is incomplete for the master alphabet, as denoted by the areas of the chart which have no corresponding letter, so you can see what one is going up against. Even if you used these charts to guide you as to how the letters sound, all the sounds aren't there, so essentially you have to figure out how the sounds are formed on the chart and approximate them contorting your mouth and tongue to the way it needs to be to produce the sound, with no guidance whatsoever.
Then, once that is mastered, there is the issue of figuring out what the vibrations mean or do, on a quantum or string level. What does shortening or lengthening the sound do? What about pitch in one's voice? How does one put these in combination to form words to express a vibration with the desired effect? Learning the alphabet is only the first step. It can be done, but it no doubt takes time to do so.
Then it begs the question, should the entire Salmahkian alphabet be channeled at all? If first contact is so close, it might even be best to wait and get it straight from the source.
Concerning recent events in Japan 03/15/2011
Our hearts and prayers go out to all those affected by the recent tragic events in Japan. We wish them all healing and blessings at this time, and we ask that everyone pitch in by sending the same.
For a little while now, Davrine has been asking me to channel so she could speak about the recent events. We agreed to wait a while, out of respect for what was going on.
For a little while now, Davrine has been asking me to channel so she could speak about the recent events. We agreed to wait a while, out of respect for what was going on.
SKYHOUSE 11:11 Video Blog is up! 02/18/2011
I am very happy to announce that the SKYHOUSE 11:11 video blog is now up! As you can see, the new equipment is working fine and we are ready to go!
Last night I engaged in a 4-hour session, channeling material for about 13 video blogs in total, three of which are up at the time of this post, more will follow as time permits. But that's not the end of it, this is a continuing project!
I had Davrine cover a few topics, but perhaps in the future I will simply let Davrine go at it since trying to micromanage the whole thing isn't very effective, Davrine seems to enjoy more "flow of the moment" opportunities, and I am more than happy to oblige.
So here is the blog! Enjoy!
Last night I engaged in a 4-hour session, channeling material for about 13 video blogs in total, three of which are up at the time of this post, more will follow as time permits. But that's not the end of it, this is a continuing project!
I had Davrine cover a few topics, but perhaps in the future I will simply let Davrine go at it since trying to micromanage the whole thing isn't very effective, Davrine seems to enjoy more "flow of the moment" opportunities, and I am more than happy to oblige.
So here is the blog! Enjoy!
If you will take note, the length of the first video in the series is 6 minutes and 41 seconds. This number pattern has been appearing a lot in relation to this project. When I recorded the third blog, "Dimension, Density and Bandwidth," the length of the raw footage was 6:41 exactly. The following blog after that, which is "Chronological and Causal Time," I had recorded two pieces of raw footage. The first clip came out to be, again, exactly 6:41. When we decided to add the bit about McKenna's theory of Time-wave Zero, the second clip in that blog turned out to be 1:46.
o.O
So there is definitely a message here. I will look into it!
Exciting news! 02/07/2011
I am very happy to announce that I will soon be purchasing a few goodies for SKYHOUSE 11:11;
I will be purchasing a brand new computer, which will replace the old Dell Dimension 8400 that recently passed through the veil. This will be a serious upgrade, and will allow me to dedicate more time and resources to this project, as well as keep more reliable commitments.
I will also be investing in a more reliable phone service, currently I invest in a pay-as-you-go service, since money has been tight. Getting a monthly service will allow me to do more readings and channelings over the phone.
Also, I was originally going to invest in a webcam, but i decided it more prudent to go for an all-out camcorder. For a little more cash, it allows me to deliver higher quality video and is much more portable than a webcam.
What's all this leading to, you ask? Sure, I will be able to give out more personal readings for you all, but that's not even close to the end of it. Dee and I are currently planning an ongoing channeling vlog, where she can go into more detail about certain subjects, such as the nature of causal time, ascension, intellect/intuition/intimacy dynamics... Wyckk has even agreed to give a class on ribbon wielding!
I am also investing in an all-in-one printer, which will allow me to provide more illustrations for the website. I have many things I wish to illustrate for the website, but having no scanner, and having to borrow the roommate's laptop, has severely hampered my ability to do so.
This is a very exciting time for Dee and I, in addition to all the change in the air here on this planet.
I will be purchasing a brand new computer, which will replace the old Dell Dimension 8400 that recently passed through the veil. This will be a serious upgrade, and will allow me to dedicate more time and resources to this project, as well as keep more reliable commitments.
I will also be investing in a more reliable phone service, currently I invest in a pay-as-you-go service, since money has been tight. Getting a monthly service will allow me to do more readings and channelings over the phone.
Also, I was originally going to invest in a webcam, but i decided it more prudent to go for an all-out camcorder. For a little more cash, it allows me to deliver higher quality video and is much more portable than a webcam.
What's all this leading to, you ask? Sure, I will be able to give out more personal readings for you all, but that's not even close to the end of it. Dee and I are currently planning an ongoing channeling vlog, where she can go into more detail about certain subjects, such as the nature of causal time, ascension, intellect/intuition/intimacy dynamics... Wyckk has even agreed to give a class on ribbon wielding!
I am also investing in an all-in-one printer, which will allow me to provide more illustrations for the website. I have many things I wish to illustrate for the website, but having no scanner, and having to borrow the roommate's laptop, has severely hampered my ability to do so.
This is a very exciting time for Dee and I, in addition to all the change in the air here on this planet.
Last night I got to share a very special moment with everyone. Davrine was a guest on Starseed Voices, and took listener questions. This is a moment "Dee" and myself have been manifesting for a little while now, the opportunity to open dialogue between star races, the Solarians and the Salmahkians.
Here is the show in it's entirety.
Here is the show in it's entirety.
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I would personally like to thank Ishatar and Dale for having us on, and the listeners for coming by to listen and ask questions. Dee was honored to be a guest and be able to speak to everyone there, and looks forward to doing this again.
During the session, Dee talks about her homeworld, and the parralels between what is going on now on Earth and what has transpired on Salmahkis. She also discusses the recent quickening of events in the world, and asking everyone to be cautious when it comes to what she terms as "copy-paste pseudo-intellectualism." She also discusses her insight into various other star races, as well as discussing another race that co-inhabits the beta Lyrae star system known as the "Kamiel," a race of hybrid dolphinoid/humanoid beings, who live on the planet Demethis, the fifth planet from the Mother and Daughter suns.
We are currently manifesting enough money from tax refunds to purchase a netbook with a webcam, since our computer has finally "passed through the veil," and we are borrowing the roommate's computer to access the net at this point. Occasionally, the roomates need the computer back, and this makes it challenging to plan anything ahead of time, such as interviews and channeling sessions. Our plan here is, not only to continue doing this on Starseed Voices, but to release Youtube videos, and eventually hold our own channeling sessions, open to the public, live via webcam.
Meanwhile, enjoy the podcast, and please feel free to ask questions and offer feedback.
Shem H'Lor!
During the session, Dee talks about her homeworld, and the parralels between what is going on now on Earth and what has transpired on Salmahkis. She also discusses the recent quickening of events in the world, and asking everyone to be cautious when it comes to what she terms as "copy-paste pseudo-intellectualism." She also discusses her insight into various other star races, as well as discussing another race that co-inhabits the beta Lyrae star system known as the "Kamiel," a race of hybrid dolphinoid/humanoid beings, who live on the planet Demethis, the fifth planet from the Mother and Daughter suns.
We are currently manifesting enough money from tax refunds to purchase a netbook with a webcam, since our computer has finally "passed through the veil," and we are borrowing the roommate's computer to access the net at this point. Occasionally, the roomates need the computer back, and this makes it challenging to plan anything ahead of time, such as interviews and channeling sessions. Our plan here is, not only to continue doing this on Starseed Voices, but to release Youtube videos, and eventually hold our own channeling sessions, open to the public, live via webcam.
Meanwhile, enjoy the podcast, and please feel free to ask questions and offer feedback.
Shem H'Lor!
Today has been an amazing day. I had received a communication from Davrine in the form of a dream. Now this dream was kind of unsettling, had I not considered my previous experience with Raziel energy. Before i discuss the main dream, let me preface this with tis experience, to give you a bit fo perspective.
One night, i was laying in my room, drifting off to sleep. I felt a pulling feeling as i did so, which told me I was entering the astral. I remember thinking at the time how I'd like to explore haunted houses, and prove to the ghosts i wasn't afraid of them. So what if they throw a few dishes at you, big deal right?
Well one of the angels watching over me, Raziel, kind of kept me in check on that matter. As I was laying on my bed, now in the astral, I heard a voice speak "So you think you're ready, eh?" Then I saw shadows and ghastly figures swirl above me, and I heard a woman's cackling. The whole seen was campy, kind of like a late 70's horror B-movie, thinking about it now the scene was hilariously corny. However, despite this fact, seeing it on the television and seeing it right before your eyes tends to generate different sensations. I was scared out of my wits, at the same time suprised I was reacting this way. It just seemed so corny, yet it was right before my eyes, happening. I was scared as heck! I asked Raziel to please stop, and so she did. She then said. "How do you expect to confront the darkness when you can't even deal with this?"
She had a point but it kinda made me unsettled about Raziel. However, she let me know there were no hard feelings and it was all done for loving purposes, to teach me to consider such situations a little better. Better in the astral playground than in real life, storming into haunted places and getting in over my head.
Now, drawing on this previous experience with raziel, the dream becomes a bit clearer. It was an attempt to communicate something than it was to scare me.
Another interesting thing that happened was that as I was telling this to Noble Griffin in chat, he was showing me some megnetosphere readings of Earth. And this image came up, to ring in the new year, 1/1/11
http://starseeds.net/photo/angelic-greetings-in-1111?context=user
I always see the message 1111 as "We are all one." But also, it is symbolic of the angels watching over you. Both our jaws just dropped to the floor when we saw this. There was no doubt we were being sent an incredible message!
So, here is the dream-communication I received from Davrine;
There were four small hoses of golden liquid attached to the crown of my head. I was to use my crown chackra to draw up this golden liquid through the hoses up to my crown chakra in order to contact my sisters back home. So I did so, but I had to maintain the connection which meant I had to repeat this process after a certain time. So I was in this rather murky place, a sort of factory. I was wondering why I was in such a murky place, tried calling out to my sisters but no one showed up, so I called on Davrine, and this disembodied head rolled up on a rail, calling herself "slave head" or "the slave." But I knew it was Davrine. This confused me, why would she take this form?
Turns out she took this form to show me what the Golem City was like. There were things that looked like robots but they aere actually converted Salmahkians who tried to attack me. I was then in a Salmahkian factory-school during the occupation, where they had these number pad locks on the doors of the bathroom, and if you had debt they would use this to come and get you. So many people wouldn't use the bathroom and would just pee anywhere they could. I was walking through the city, with sisters during the occupation.
There was some event gong on in the factory, getting together like a new year's party or some sort of holiday, with some sort of movie and television stars. Then we just kinda walked around the factory just hanging out. i got the impression like I had when I hung out with my friends back in my 20's, just messing around and hanging out.
I was walking alone in the city and I walked by this wall of glass, seperating one part of the city from another part. It was either night or day out, however, as I looked up, right along the line where the glass wall was, the sky ripped apart and one part was dark as night, and the other part a cloudy day. So it was both day and night out.
One of the supervisors took me into their apartment. He was taller than me in the dream about 6 feet tall. The apartment was was a nice, clean apartment, not like the squat house type conditions I was used to. There was a terminal built into the wall where the administrator "talked to God." He did so, and left. I went to explore the apartment, but then this loud music started playing on the terminal, like popular music not an alarm, then a bucket in the kitchen would pour out this toxic gas, and a counter appeared on the screen. I knew if I didn't get out of that apartment before that timer was up I was done for.
So I got out, locked the door behind me to make sure no one knew I was there, and the terminal blasted out some popular music so no one could hear what was going on. But then somehow I'd warp back into the apartment with the same situation. This kept happening over and over like some sort of game. Finally I didn't lock the door as i left and that seemed to work, the locking of the door seemed to trip something off that warped me back into the room.
Finally, I was in my room, or rather I lived in this factory, on some sort of work floor. I was playing with this model spaceship, in total wonder, totally immersed in playing with it.
When I woke up, and realized what was being communicated to me, at least on the surface I was amazed. Davrine always talked about the occupation but I guess she decided to give me a first person glimpse of it. I haven't even begun to decode the communication and already I can see it is full of info.
One night, i was laying in my room, drifting off to sleep. I felt a pulling feeling as i did so, which told me I was entering the astral. I remember thinking at the time how I'd like to explore haunted houses, and prove to the ghosts i wasn't afraid of them. So what if they throw a few dishes at you, big deal right?
Well one of the angels watching over me, Raziel, kind of kept me in check on that matter. As I was laying on my bed, now in the astral, I heard a voice speak "So you think you're ready, eh?" Then I saw shadows and ghastly figures swirl above me, and I heard a woman's cackling. The whole seen was campy, kind of like a late 70's horror B-movie, thinking about it now the scene was hilariously corny. However, despite this fact, seeing it on the television and seeing it right before your eyes tends to generate different sensations. I was scared out of my wits, at the same time suprised I was reacting this way. It just seemed so corny, yet it was right before my eyes, happening. I was scared as heck! I asked Raziel to please stop, and so she did. She then said. "How do you expect to confront the darkness when you can't even deal with this?"
She had a point but it kinda made me unsettled about Raziel. However, she let me know there were no hard feelings and it was all done for loving purposes, to teach me to consider such situations a little better. Better in the astral playground than in real life, storming into haunted places and getting in over my head.
Now, drawing on this previous experience with raziel, the dream becomes a bit clearer. It was an attempt to communicate something than it was to scare me.
Another interesting thing that happened was that as I was telling this to Noble Griffin in chat, he was showing me some megnetosphere readings of Earth. And this image came up, to ring in the new year, 1/1/11
http://starseeds.net/photo/angelic-greetings-in-1111?context=user
I always see the message 1111 as "We are all one." But also, it is symbolic of the angels watching over you. Both our jaws just dropped to the floor when we saw this. There was no doubt we were being sent an incredible message!
So, here is the dream-communication I received from Davrine;
There were four small hoses of golden liquid attached to the crown of my head. I was to use my crown chackra to draw up this golden liquid through the hoses up to my crown chakra in order to contact my sisters back home. So I did so, but I had to maintain the connection which meant I had to repeat this process after a certain time. So I was in this rather murky place, a sort of factory. I was wondering why I was in such a murky place, tried calling out to my sisters but no one showed up, so I called on Davrine, and this disembodied head rolled up on a rail, calling herself "slave head" or "the slave." But I knew it was Davrine. This confused me, why would she take this form?
Turns out she took this form to show me what the Golem City was like. There were things that looked like robots but they aere actually converted Salmahkians who tried to attack me. I was then in a Salmahkian factory-school during the occupation, where they had these number pad locks on the doors of the bathroom, and if you had debt they would use this to come and get you. So many people wouldn't use the bathroom and would just pee anywhere they could. I was walking through the city, with sisters during the occupation.
There was some event gong on in the factory, getting together like a new year's party or some sort of holiday, with some sort of movie and television stars. Then we just kinda walked around the factory just hanging out. i got the impression like I had when I hung out with my friends back in my 20's, just messing around and hanging out.
I was walking alone in the city and I walked by this wall of glass, seperating one part of the city from another part. It was either night or day out, however, as I looked up, right along the line where the glass wall was, the sky ripped apart and one part was dark as night, and the other part a cloudy day. So it was both day and night out.
One of the supervisors took me into their apartment. He was taller than me in the dream about 6 feet tall. The apartment was was a nice, clean apartment, not like the squat house type conditions I was used to. There was a terminal built into the wall where the administrator "talked to God." He did so, and left. I went to explore the apartment, but then this loud music started playing on the terminal, like popular music not an alarm, then a bucket in the kitchen would pour out this toxic gas, and a counter appeared on the screen. I knew if I didn't get out of that apartment before that timer was up I was done for.
So I got out, locked the door behind me to make sure no one knew I was there, and the terminal blasted out some popular music so no one could hear what was going on. But then somehow I'd warp back into the apartment with the same situation. This kept happening over and over like some sort of game. Finally I didn't lock the door as i left and that seemed to work, the locking of the door seemed to trip something off that warped me back into the room.
Finally, I was in my room, or rather I lived in this factory, on some sort of work floor. I was playing with this model spaceship, in total wonder, totally immersed in playing with it.
When I woke up, and realized what was being communicated to me, at least on the surface I was amazed. Davrine always talked about the occupation but I guess she decided to give me a first person glimpse of it. I haven't even begun to decode the communication and already I can see it is full of info.
