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Half Asleep

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I took a nap today since I got drained with excitement at having a new puppy.  I named her “Ash”, short for Ashtatara, the Atlantean Goddess who holds the Golden Codes.

Anyway, my dream was weird. I fell asleep holding my Tibetan Quartz crystals and I had to wake myself up within my dream in order to truly wake up.  Yes, some part of my brain had to do the countdown to wake up. Honestly, it felt like I was in another timeline, something parallel to this one.

In my dream, I woke up from a nap but couldn’t really open my eyes yet.  But I could see through my semi opened eyes somewhat.  I also realized that while I was sleeping (but in this scene I was in my real bed so this could have really happened while I was asleep but I still saw it happening), that the Butler went in my room rather quietly while I was asleep to sleep, not with me, but in the room with me.

Anyway,  back to the real dream — so I wake up and the Butler is there, although his clothes were different from when he snuck in. He started fixing the bedding and all that but his personality was different.  While very conciliatory and servile in real life, this time, he was whining and complaining about the task given.

Okay, whatever I remember of the dream is fading, so snippets in non-linear fashion:

I heard my dad talking to some guests downstairs with his usual boasting and all that.  He was lauding whatever achievement my doctor sister had. When I came to check him out, he was like human at first, then turned to spirit and when I turned to confront him, his spirit invaded the TV — and it was an old TV box.

Apparently, the place we all lived in was cramped and not big as it really is. I went into the bathroom which was really a water closet because it was cramped and tight and there was laundry strewn all over the place as though there were no other place to dry them.

I called to our maid and she came wearing what she did this morning, and she was explaining why things were that unkempt.

During this conversation, I could hear my Doc Sis presiding over a Courtroom, as though she was the Clerk of Court.  When I came to investigate, I realized that she was handpicked by my dad for the job to augment her income. But I also saw a lot of thank you cards from her patients who belonged to this big corporate group and were rich – so that was another line of income. So apart from her clinic hours, she had all these sidelines that were also bringing in money for her.

Then I went to my mom’s room to confront her and my mom’s room was very cramped and filled with junk food as though she were a mini convenience store.  There were some opened packets of junk food there and I took a bite of some and they were stale and not crispy anymore.

That’s when I realized that I didn’t want to be in this dream anymore and willed myself awake — yes, by counting down.  Weird.

 

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Past Life Meditation

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I purchased these new crystals so I was excited to work with them.  One of them was a Tibetan Quartz crystal which helps in accessing and remembering past lives.

So I gear up to meditate, I use the Divine Codes for accessing past lives and healing them, and the second I close my eyes, BAM! I feel this big energy vortex.

I wasn’t feeling too hot to begin with because I called in sick at work — major downloads give me the flu — and I couldn’t stay sitting up.  I had to lay down.  And what came to me were images, sort of like a montage. I was slipping in and out of consciousness though until I finally fell asleep, but the images I remember (while conscious) were strange.

I think I was Mary Magdalene in my past life. Either that, or I was her BFF and saw the events happening around her. In any case, it felt like “her”.  It started with a vision of me kneeling by the river. I was wearing a white shroud.  Next, I could feel the pain of being stoned.  Next shot, I was in Christ’s tomb — as in entering and discovering his body wasn’t there.

At that point, slipping in and out of consciousness again, then this time, visions of aliens peering at me, as if I was in a sick bed and doctor’s (aliens though) examining me. One of them spoke and it came across as English and they were explaining that that was why I was made to forget, to have very little memories.

Anyway, this is so bizarre I’m ready to file it under “delusion”. But I shall seek for answers again. Maybe I’m just associating her with my harlot past and now having been “cleansed”.

In the meantime, there are the aliens and the very few memories that they’ve left me with.