I’ve had very busy, social dreams the last two nights but I love the ones where I end up with one of my healer teachers. I have a few.
This one was tall, sort of Anshar looking with big eyes and short blonde hair. I was watching her work. She was actually sort of asexual, neither female or male.
So, she was practicing with a small orb of white light to see what she could do with it. It was pure energy but a certain type made by the body. I recognized it and deal with it all the time in my 4D life. I can always feel it but not see it but last night I saw it.
I was giddy like a kid because the orb was free floating in the air and she was moving it with the energy in her hands, not touching it. I finally got to see what I do in waking life.
I said to her, “I know how to do that. Can I try?” “Sure!”
I easily took it and started moving it around as I do all afternoon in my office which is exhausting by the way because earth energy is SO dense, and then it burst into three smaller orbs and was broken up and dissipated. I felt bad as though I broke it, as you would break a glass. But she had a blank look on her face and said, “That happens sometimes. You can do that too.”
Now that I’m awake I’m trying to figure out what it meant. First, I didn’t do anything wrong by busting it into three pieces. Second, it’s a healers option to choose what to do that with forms of light from the patient’s body that NEED to be broken up and I know how to do it.
So it’s not just about melting or pulling it out or releasing it which I do all the time. I can break it into pieces so it completely dissipates and I felt what it feels like to do it.!! It’s a mental state you go into. “It no longer exists.” And you can do it with energy pieces in your own body as well.
Cool. 😎 Makes my waking life worthwhile. I love this stuff. It was so awesome to watch someone else do what I do only all very visible and normal in the dream world.
It’s not as though he needs the money. But maybe the D.S. thinks they own him for their nefarious reset purposes and he has to get out somehow.
That was the deal in the dream I had about him. If he can derail FB on purpose and get out alive, KUDOS to him!!! In my dream, his family comes first now. His priorities have changed since he founded Facebook, which he now regrets in my dream anyway. He might not admit that. But they have been able to use him in ways he never intended. Worldly power corrupts.
I did a blog post on the day of the dream, after dreaming it that night which was…White 10 Worldbridger. I woke up, and thought, “Why was Zuck in my dream telling me all of this?” Dialed him up, dialed the day up, and there it was. Synchronicity.
He is in company with kin Biden, 2 WorldBridger, and Elon Musk, 3 WorldBridger. Unless this kin has turned the corner to become more spiritually aligned, and many have, they may be physically losing their way.
Skywalkers are going through it also. It has everything to do with Mars-Maldek karma. Each person has their unique destiny.
Karma is a bitch. I don’t exactly feel sorry for him but as an analog I hope FB disappears and he and his family are safe.
I keep dreaming about Russia at night but want to forget them as soon as I wake up. They’re not negative or positive. I think I’m picking up a lot of spiritual/etheric chatter in the changes. I’ll look into what is going on over there and continue this blog.
All I know is the U.S. POTUS obsession with supporting Ukraine against Russia. I know nothing else right now. I’m not dreaming about UFOs as far as I remember. The dreams are busy and I feel there are new openings to the portals over there. That could mean a number of things. It could also mean that if Russia/Ukraine don’t tone down nuclear talk, the E.T. will stop them. That’s how it rolls now.
They know by studying the brain that we are not “thinking” while we sleep.
If I’m not thinking, then where are the people, places, voices, words, events, and feelings coming from? It’s not exactly like watching a movie; it’s more like an opaque, frenetic cloud that’s really alive.
I’m free in my dreams to sit back or join in, to interact or be quiet without judgment. Waking life is a dream for me. All day, while I’m “awake”, I’m trying to go back to my dream state to remember how I felt, who I saw, and what happened. It feels like there is a whole other life full of etheric information for me there. Waking life feels like just a resonance is a type of magnetic can; the kind you string together.
Where did I go? I know it was a good place because it affects my day, depending on where I went that night.
I’m not saying I don’t like it here, or earth, but the other side does beckon somehow. I’m a bit glad of that for when my body is worn to a frazzle at one-hundred years old, my work is done, and I’ve had the best damn orgasm I can possibly have with someone I love, it will be easy to drift off and say, “My work here is done. I’m out.” My senses and my body still want to drink in all that earth has to offer though, right now.
Earth is fabulous, no matter how hard it can get here.