Feb18

Trouble with the Sun

by SoldierofLight on February 18th, 2012 at 9:17 am
Posted In: The Dream Journal

Trouble with the Sun

 

Saturday December 17th 2011

I was in the old house with my father and two other people. These two people were in silhouette. I got a vibe that one was a male energy and the other was a female.

We were standing in the hallway by the front door. I found it strange that it was so bright inside the house. The glass on the top of the front door is not that large to let in such an amount of sunlight. Then my father said something.

“We are going to have to take a chance and head outside.”

“What the hell happened out there?” I asked my father.

“There is a problem with the Sun. Either we have moved closer to the Sun or it is growing, which will result in the Earth being swallowed in a fiery inferno.” He responded. There was fear in his eyes and voice. This made me scared.

We continued our debate about our approach to journey outside of the home.

“The temperature is too high.” The female energy said. “We wont even be able to make it down the block before we pass out and eventually die.”

“We are out of food and water.” The male energy responded.

“Won’t matter. The food is most likely spoiled and rotted, and the water will be evaporated.” The female energy continued.

She could be right about everything she said, I thought. But why wait here and wait to die?

“I want to take the chance. Come on dad.” I grabbed my father by the elbow and gently lead him to the door. “I’m glad we are together.”

My father smiled at me. It was warm and reassuring. Like everything was going to be alright in the end. He grabbed the doorknob and slowly turned it. The door opened letting in a powerful ray of sunlight. I couldn’t see a thing.

We walked out of the house holding onto each other by the hand. We made two attempts at this. The first time, we only stepped right outside the front door before becoming overwhelmed by the sunlight. We retreated back into the house and closed the door. The second time we walked out, and kept walking. Dad had said that he wanted to go right towards Lafayette Avenue. I felt whoever was holding my hand start to break towards the left.

“Follow my lead. Don’t deviate.” I yelled. I found it hard to hear my voice, so I could imagine that the other two could not hear me. There was a silence, uncomfortable yet not. I kept my eyes to the pavement. Paranoia was seeping into my consciousness. I felt as if I was going to loose my sight if I looked up. To my surprise, the temperature was fair. It felt like it was in the 70s.

Then I took another chance and looked up. There was a considerable haze enveloping the environment. I looked towards the Sun. It was huge and detailed. Then right before my eyes the Sun went Supernova.

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Jan27

The stain of the Universe

by SoldierofLight on January 27th, 2012 at 4:54 pm
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The stain of the Universe

Thursday July 7th 2011

My brother and I were in my Manhattan apartment, standing in the bathroom. He was actually standing in the tub frantically trying to clean the shower tiles. He had a toothbrush in one hand, and a blue sponge in the other. But as he cleaned the soap scum and mildew, he smeared the grime from one area to another area. I had seen a green bottle of comet placed on the shelve, and suggested that he use it to clean the tiles.

“This is sure to erase the tough stains.” I had said this with a tone much like an infomercial.

Jimmy looked at the bottle with amazement. He began to pour it excessively on to the small bristles of the toothbrush. Then everything went in to slow motion as I stood there in the bathroom watching my brother continue his cleaning frenzy.

I began to hear a telepathic voice. It told me the following:

“You, Humans, are the stain of the Universe. You want to explore space, and in the process, you want to spread your stain from one area to the next, with no regard for other Beings and environments”

This voice then told me to look at the product that my brother was using. I instantly got what I was being told.

“Are you saying that a comet is coming to wipe us out?” I asked. “And, is this a natural occurrence, or something that is being planned by other entities who want to put an end to our civilization here on Earth?”

 “Huh?” My brother stopped his cleaning and turned to look at me. “What are you talking about?” He stood there with a confused look on his face. The bottle of comet was facing down, spilling out its contents into the tub.

“I don’t know Junior. I was having a telepathic communication.” I responded. With that said, Jimmy returned to his cleaning.

I obviously did not like what this Being was telling me. To make Humans out as being a nuisance, a stain to the Universe, is a little offensive. We are not all that bad.

I wanted to continue the conversation, to learn more, but the voice was gone. Is this what 2012 has in store for us? I thought. If so, hopefully it will be quick and painless.

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Jan21

TIFIFFE

by SoldierofLight on January 21st, 2012 at 10:41 pm
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TIFIFFE

Friday May 20th 2011


“Il Capitano is the one who is in charge of what is about to occur.” A woman informed me. “His name is Rom, from the Research Foundation.” She continued. She was a petite Caucasian woman, wearing an A-typical secretarial dress. The woman stepped back and I was allowed entry into the suite.

I could see Rom in the distance, sitting on a bed, looking down, as if concentrating on a task. There was a tall slender Arabic woman standing behind him. She wore a smart pin stripe suit. Another woman, this one blonde, was sitting on a couch off to my right. Her dress was a second skin, showing off her curves and more. After I scanned her body, our eyes met and locked. Her eyes were intense. She must be reading my energy, I thought.

Rom looked wet, as if he had just come in from a swim. I observed the blonde woman glance at Rom, then turn her head, as if in disgust. Maybe she does not want to see him. Or, she might not be in agreement with what he is about to do? She glared at me as if she heard what I had just thought.

“Can I help you?” I asked with a forceful tone.

“She is mute Sir Thomas.” Rom sort of spat out the words, reminding me of Marlon Brando in “The Godfather”.

I heard the door being opened, and turned to see a trio of Indian teenagers being allowed into the suite. Two were boys, and the other was a girl. Probably 16 or 17 years of age. Clumsy, lanky. They were triplets. As the petite secretarial woman lead the teens into the room, my eyes became trained on a white certificate hanging by the door. A single word read:

 

TIFIFFE


Is that a name? A title? What? I thought. I was tempted to ask one of my host. When I turned to see what was going on with the new guest, a strange sight was before me. The three teens were sitting in what looked like a bathtub that was in the middle of the room. Bubbles were floating through the air. 14D was a chemical being pumped into the tub, via a hose connected to a tall rectangular machine that looked dated.


“Stop the machine!” Ordered a maniacal looking woman with a white stripe in her hair. Her shriek was unnerving. She did not even want them to go through the process of shutting the machine down properly.

 “Just pull the hose out!” She yelled frantically. Her cohorts did as she ordered. This released the 14D chemical into the air. It came shooting out with force. The chemical was making it extremely hard to breath. A gas cloud covered the suite. I instantly thought that there would be an explosion. I stumbled over to the window and got it open quickly. I had to hold my breath for what seemed like minutes. How the hell were those kids sitting in that tub with that chemical? Were these kids kidnapped? Shit, was I kidnapped?!

Tififfe is an old word for Water Therapy. The blonde woman telepathically informed me. I turned and looked at her, still in shock. I could feel my heartbeat returning to a normal pace. Do not ask me what type of symptoms they are suffering from to want to use this type of therapy.

Was what unfolded something bad? Were they here against their will? I grabbed her softly by the shoulders. I’m sorry. Are you alright?

Rom had suddenly appeared from behind us. He had a small silver chain attached to both us. I felt him tug on the chain. An electrical pulse was discharged. He knew we were communicating telepathically, and wanted to stop our dialog. I did not like that he had this item attached to us. He is trying to control us, and I will not allow this. I told the blonde.

I turned and found myself in the hallway of my apartment. It was night time. All the lights were off. I was facing towards the kitchen window and could see that it had snowed. The snow almost covered the window completely. I walked towards the kitchen thinking, Had I just woke up from a dream. Or am I still dreaming? I turned on the kitchen light and seen a brown paper bag placed in the middle of the kitchen table. The black writing on it read:

SMOKE ME.

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Dec21

Salvia Divinorum: Episode 9

by SoldierofLight on December 21st, 2011 at 6:56 pm
Posted In: The Dream Journal

Salvia Divinorum

Episode 9

 

Friday January 28th 2011

10:30pm-11pm

 

I always get a kick at how quickly the effects of Salvia Divinorum hit you once inhaled. Before one can exhale, your on your way out. At least that’s the way it is for me.

I do not remember when my sitter took the bong from my hands, but I do remember my head being placed in the hands of a female and male energy. I recall seeing the females long wavy red hair hanging in my face. She has been in several of my latest Salvia experiences, and several of my dreams. Who are these red headed Beings? Supposedly Lyrans. I do not know what to believe, but I get the impression that these Beings are benevolent. She is often with other types of Beings such as a cyborg, another who looked like the Shrek character, and others that I can not fully describe.

The Beings gently laid me down on the floor. As I slowly peered to my right, I could see the familiar brick homes of my old childhood neighborhood. The edges of everything seemed to be outlined with a fine star dust. Almost like a corny dream sequence from a movie. I felt quite comfortable with the experience, as I have been feeling as of late. Even after the awkward experience with the Androids and that “wet blanket” they threw on me.

After my childhood flashbacks, I found myself in the hallway of my old house, chatting with a female Being that resembled Neytiri from the movie Avatar. She was telling me that its about time to give up this body and become the Astral body that I truly am. I have gotten this message before from other Beings. A sort of, When are you coming home already? We are waiting. Come on!

I was telepathically informed of how sudden our transition could be. To physically die in this realm, your spirit, almost as if it was craving this very moment, becomes quite active, as it does when you dream.

I have begun to understand why Salvia takes you back to your youth. To familiarity. The house one grew up in, faces from the past, both dead and alive. As I continue to use this wonderful plant, all of that vanishes. I am being let in on a new concept of the “cosmic family”.

Another important message this evening was on attachment, and what we hold on to as our concept of “familial bonds”. The family that we are born into. The one that we “can not choose”. Attachment to family, friends, material goods, all bullshit. In the past, the voices would sound like my father, grandmother, maybe even grandpa, since I was privy to register his voice for four months. And they do not send the “silhouetted Being” to comfort me, because I am not scared anymore. This is amazing.

We do exist on multiple levels and dimensions. Our spirit is simultaneously existing and thriving in other realms and realities. I could be a pot belly pig on a farm, or a Venus fly trap in another existence. Shit, I could be an iceberg on Saturn’s moon Enceladus.

When we die, everything will be familiar at first, but will soon after, transform to the unfamiliar and uncomfortable. After having a brief encounter with your deceased loved ones, and dog, you will be transported to another reality. These Beings are trying to prepare us for this transition, so that we may not be fearful of this inevitable experience. That’s how we mess up and become trapped, thus returning to a realm such as this one, which I believe is a proving grounds. A school. A realm that can not be changed. Only you can change. Or not.

I was then transported to a hall, or tunnel of light. I was in the company of two tall flesh-toned Beings. They had big almond shaped eyes, and a few long strands of brown hair. They were lanky. Their arms looked out of proportion, extending past their knees. I was being carried in a blanket. This immediately made me recall the experience I had with the Androids. I was scolding them about abducting people. I had said that they wouldn’t like it if it was done to them. They seemed apologetic, sympathetic, or empathetic.

What they were showing me is one of the processes of rebirth. They do have a “soul cube”, and they, and others, do recycle souls. This blanket helps in the process. Interesting fact is that we humans have an attachment to our blankets, whether in our youth, or even as adults. The blanket, supposedly, “protects us” from everything and anything as we wrap ourselves in it when we are sick, or pull it up and cover our head when we are frightful. As I spoke with these thin flesh-toned Beings, I could feel myself beginning to drift back to this reality. And just like that, I was back here.

 

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Dec18

37th and 5th

by SoldierofLight on December 18th, 2011 at 3:28 pm
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37th and 5th

Wednesday September 14th 2011

“It’s about to rain.” I heard a short husky older man say. Then the clouds became swollen instantly. I knelt down and began to gather my personal belongings, which were spread out in the grass before me. The grass was already wet. I could see the tiny droplets in detail. I picked up what looked like a plectrum. My guitar case lay opened, minus the guitar. The rain had now begun to fall steadily.

In a blink of an eye, I went from standing in the meadow, to standing on a busy city street. This looks familiar, I thought. After a quick once over of the area, I concluded that I was at 42nd street Port Authority. At this point, the rain had picked up from a steady drizzle, to a torrential downpour.

I jumped into the first cab I seen. I told the driver that I needed to go to 37th street and 5th avenue. Apparently, Vincent was waiting for me at this location. The cab driver was a white middle aged man wearing glasses, with some stubble on his face. He reminded me of David Childress from the Ancient Alien series. He wanted to talk with me, and he did, but I had urgent matters to attend to. I called Vincent with my cellphone, and asked where he was exactly, just to make sure. As Vincent was verifying his location, we missed the right turn onto 37th street. We went up probably two blocks and made the right there. Now it was looking like 42nd street Grand Central Station area. The driver kept looking back and talking with me, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. I just wanted him to keep his eyes on the road, and get me to my location quickly. This was something of an urgency.

We arrived at the building. The windows were tinted. The mezzanine was darkly lit. I stated my business to the staff, but they did not want to let me go any further. One of the men pretended to want to help. He grabbed some paperwork from me and walked down the corridor, but he just stood there by the large tinted windows, looking over at me nervously. I was getting pissed off. I threw something at him. The object moved in slow motion and missed him by a long shot. Then they wanted me to go through a procedure that I had already gone through. I ended up walking away frustrated.

“There is another way to get inside this building.” I was told by an unidentified man wearing dark clothes and sunglasses.

“Can you show me?” I asked.

“Come with me.” He responded and made a gesture with his hand.

He lead me along a ledge that was high and dangerous. The rail I was holding on to had come completely off.

“This will be a good trap for them.” He said, letting out a hearty laugh. “They will fall to their death if they follow us!”

“I like that.” I responded. But did I? Did I really want someone to fall to their death for not letting me into a building?

Suddenly, I was with others in a dimly lit room. I was at a computer station, fixing something under the table when a commotion caught my attention. A person had entered the room and started bullying everyone, taking their belongings. I quickly hid my valuables under the computer desk hoping to avoid a confrontation with this guy. However, he walked over to me and grabbed an item from my desk. I was over his bully tactics and got up ready to confront him.

“Your done being an ass?” I yelled at the bully. He glared over at me, looking visibly angry with my comment. The scene fades…

I was in my apartment with a small group of people. I did not recognize any of them. I went into my bedroom slightly upset. Maybe because of what happened with that bully. I Closed the door behind me and began having a telepathic conversation with an unseen energy. This energy felt old and male. At the same moment, large amounts of money began to spill out of the night stand. I grabbed this money and put it under the sheets. The telepathic voice told me that he wanted me to have this money, and hide it from the rest. I heard the others just outside the bedroom door. They were talking about me. Something about a book I had written.


I was a new recruit for the military or a special ops unit. We were getting ready for a briefing. We walked through the facility which looked like a school. It seemed like I knew where I was going. I held open a door for my comrades. Soon after, a totally different group came up behind us. They had four guys held tightly by the arms and neck. Those guys looked mean and the hostages looked scared to death. The were also comrades, but in trouble. They were wearing only olive colored boxers. More people spilled into the hall, and all were very aggressive.

“New recruits?” Asked a tall white male. He appeared to be in charge.

“Are you asking me, or telling me, that those hostages are new recruits?” I returned. He just stood there and chuckled at my reaction.

At this point I just wanted to go with my unit and get away from this aggression. I let the door go and it hit an unsuspecting short female. I heard her say, “Ouch”, and I walked away without looking back. A couple of other females checked me out and made comments about me.

I walked down the hall and came upon my unit sitting in a cafeteria. The officials were about to show us a movie. I walked in and said in a soft voice, “What the hell was that all about?” I looked around for a seat and seen a young attractive latina sitting alone. I laughed out loud, grabbed a knife that had a small splash of red on it. I Wondered briefly if it was blood.

“Do you mind me sitting next to you?” I asked. She invited me to sit and moved over some. I enjoyed her smell and her company. It was a welcome interaction amidst the aggression.

 

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