I am in a large hotel lobby. There is some sort of professional seminar going on in one of the ballrooms. The is full of people, mostly men I remember, dressed in black business suits. Everything about the situation feels professional and businesslike. I think that I am meant to go to the seminar, too, but think better of it. So, along with another woman, we find ourselves in a place that looks like New Mexico to me. We are way outside of civilization in a pass through the mountains.
We are in a valley with mountains surrounding us. There is a narrow river that runs through the pass, winding its way between the mountains. There is a brand new train track that is submerged beneath the river. And I make a comment to the woman I am with that I know this to be new. I don't know why I know this.
Then we see a young man that we recognize from previously, although I don't know what the circumstances are. He is running from something, someone. And he has taken to the mountains. We see him, quite literally, dangling on the side of the mountain. He resembles a spider monkey, long and sprawling, just dangling on the side of the mountain. We cannot imagine how he can maneuver. It doesn't seem possible that he can navigate because there is absolutely no footing. But just as it seems that he will surely fall, we see him swing himself, freeing one arm, to grab hold of a small, rocky knob of stone. And he swings from one outcropping to the next, just like a monkey would from tree to tree in the jungle. We are amazed.
The terrain is quite rough and we want to follow his movements. I suggest that we follow the river with the submerged train track as either side of the river is more cleared of rock and trees. But, my companion prefers to stay where we are, so we do.
Suddenly we are in a cafe type coffee shop and we see the same young man with a beautiful Hispanic girl, cuddling and have coffee and a muffin. We are happy to see him safe and with someone he loves and trusts. And all seems well.
Then, I am alone in a place of nothingness. And I start receiving some information about the California State Health Department. It seems as though the information has something to do with vaccines or a certificate for a vaccine. Something along those lines. I ask, "Does this have anything to do with Amber Dubois? It seemed like this information that I was getting was related somehow to Amber. ***Note: Amber Dubois is a missing child last seen walking to school in Escondido, California earlier this year when she disappeared. All of a sudden, I hear this little click in my brain, and I realize that I have been shut out or shut off from receiving more information or the answer to my question.
This is quite strange to me.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Download Rose - Back in Mexico 10 Dec 09
Explosions – Back in Mexico 10 Dec 2009
There is a big white screen behind my mind’s eye. In the bottom left corner, there’s a little train moving along. And every now and then, one of the cars explode. This happens about four times
Download Rose – On my same screen, but in the bottom right corner, I see this other screen, like the size of an itouch phone. A dark rose colored bar appears in the top left corner of the little screen. And I realize that it’s a download just for me. **Note: I was doing Matrix in my sleep, and I just waited and this is what showed up, Download Rose.
Bring it to You – I am practicing what Dr. Garcia showed us. And something showed up quite suddenly and unexpectedly. I was “scanning” myself” and suddenly I see this pattern hanging around to my right and it likes me a lot. And I like it a lot. So I reach out and put my hand around this pattern and I bring it into myself.
There is a big white screen behind my mind’s eye. In the bottom left corner, there’s a little train moving along. And every now and then, one of the cars explode. This happens about four times
Download Rose – On my same screen, but in the bottom right corner, I see this other screen, like the size of an itouch phone. A dark rose colored bar appears in the top left corner of the little screen. And I realize that it’s a download just for me. **Note: I was doing Matrix in my sleep, and I just waited and this is what showed up, Download Rose.
Bring it to You – I am practicing what Dr. Garcia showed us. And something showed up quite suddenly and unexpectedly. I was “scanning” myself” and suddenly I see this pattern hanging around to my right and it likes me a lot. And I like it a lot. So I reach out and put my hand around this pattern and I bring it into myself.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
The Snort and The Bayou 8 Dec 09
The Snort – 8 Dec 09 Seattle Matrix
Dr. Bartlett told a story yesterday in the seminar about how he received much of the essence of a book by simply putting it under his pillow. So just for grins, I placed Dr. Bartlett’s new book under my pillow last night. But what happened when I first woke this morning was not what I really signed up for, but it did make a point and it made me laugh like hell. I woke up with a big snort, A huge snort, just like Dr. Bartlett seems to do inadvertently. He says it’s his deceased dog who also used to snort.
So, when I stopped laughing, I started to think about this as a really neat lesson and one that Dr. Bartlett reiterated over and over again. “Just wait for something to show up. Get out of your left brain long enough for something unexpected to show up.”
The Bayou – 8 Dec 09
I am in a place I have never been. Stella, my pup, is with me. I am standing on some sort of wooden platform. Seems to be a dock, because there’s water below. At first it looks a little muddy, but then I realize that it’s just shallow and very, very clear water. Stalla has already found a fish and she’s chasing the fish back and forth in the water. The fish doesn’t seem to mind and this makes Stella extremely happy.
Then I am in boat, a boat similar to what we use in Mexico, a panga. My husband, David, is standing on a dock and it’s open water, like the ocean. Trouble is, the boat that I; am in doesn’t have a working motor. My husband hopes that I will simply drift into the dock. The boat is drifting and it’s drifting sideways. But I have a better idea. Without really thinking, I just suddenly start making the boat “GO.” It’s completely under my control. It’s as if I am powering the boat myself. And I reach the dock swiftly.
Now I am entering area that I am familiar with, somewhat. I have been here at least once or twice before. I am climbing a homemade ladder. Each rung and the sides of the ladder have been painted different colors. The paint is fading and chipping, so I surmise that it was painted a long, long time ago.
There is typically an opening into a room at the top of the ladder, but the opening seems to be concealed or blocked. I can see who owns this house through the rungs of the ladder as I reach the top. I know her and recognize her. I ask her, “Why have you blocked the way inside?” She says, “It’s not blocked, it’s just different and a little hidden.” Finally I see what she’s talking about and I gain entrance.
Dr. Bartlett told a story yesterday in the seminar about how he received much of the essence of a book by simply putting it under his pillow. So just for grins, I placed Dr. Bartlett’s new book under my pillow last night. But what happened when I first woke this morning was not what I really signed up for, but it did make a point and it made me laugh like hell. I woke up with a big snort, A huge snort, just like Dr. Bartlett seems to do inadvertently. He says it’s his deceased dog who also used to snort.
So, when I stopped laughing, I started to think about this as a really neat lesson and one that Dr. Bartlett reiterated over and over again. “Just wait for something to show up. Get out of your left brain long enough for something unexpected to show up.”
The Bayou – 8 Dec 09
I am in a place I have never been. Stella, my pup, is with me. I am standing on some sort of wooden platform. Seems to be a dock, because there’s water below. At first it looks a little muddy, but then I realize that it’s just shallow and very, very clear water. Stalla has already found a fish and she’s chasing the fish back and forth in the water. The fish doesn’t seem to mind and this makes Stella extremely happy.
Then I am in boat, a boat similar to what we use in Mexico, a panga. My husband, David, is standing on a dock and it’s open water, like the ocean. Trouble is, the boat that I; am in doesn’t have a working motor. My husband hopes that I will simply drift into the dock. The boat is drifting and it’s drifting sideways. But I have a better idea. Without really thinking, I just suddenly start making the boat “GO.” It’s completely under my control. It’s as if I am powering the boat myself. And I reach the dock swiftly.
Now I am entering area that I am familiar with, somewhat. I have been here at least once or twice before. I am climbing a homemade ladder. Each rung and the sides of the ladder have been painted different colors. The paint is fading and chipping, so I surmise that it was painted a long, long time ago.
There is typically an opening into a room at the top of the ladder, but the opening seems to be concealed or blocked. I can see who owns this house through the rungs of the ladder as I reach the top. I know her and recognize her. I ask her, “Why have you blocked the way inside?” She says, “It’s not blocked, it’s just different and a little hidden.” Finally I see what she’s talking about and I gain entrance.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
House on the Beach 6 Dec 09
House on the Beach
6 Dec 09 – Seattle Matrix
The first thing that comes to me as I come into a partial consciousness, is that all night long I have been practicing how to let my hair down. In my dream, I am quite literally letting my hair down.
Then I am on a beach with brown sand, different from where we live in Xcalak.
Then I am somewhere else and I see this small beach house, built up on stilts. I see that if it was cleaned up a little bit, that it would be adorable. And I see that it appears to be unoccupied. So I begin cleaning up the trash outside. Then I move inside and begin cleaning up the trash inside, tidying up and making it look nice. This seems to take me a few days.
When I return to the house one morning to continue, the door is already open, and from beach level I can see inside the house. But there is another inside door open revealing another room. I can see a floor heater. I can see flames coming up from this trough of flames. There’s a little piece of paper and it was so close to the flames that I worried a little that it could catch fire and burn down the house. There’s a lovely, oval, antique table sitting over the floor heater. It has a large, homemade doily on top of the table and there are knick-knacks and family photos in wooden frames atop the table. There are other things that catch my eye that tell me that whoever lives here has put a lot of love into this part of the house. There’s a homey feeling here. And there’s love and tender care here, too. I am seeing this tiny slice of someone’s life here in this little beach house and I am in disbelief that I have been working around and inside someone elses house and they never said anything to me. I assumed that the house was empty, because it seemed that way to me.
As I am leaving this place, rather reluctantly, a couple drives up and they are inquiring about renting out a room. The seem to think it’s a bed and breakfast. It seems as though I am trying to work out some way to accommodate them in a house that’s not mine, when I wake up.
6 Dec 09 – Seattle Matrix
The first thing that comes to me as I come into a partial consciousness, is that all night long I have been practicing how to let my hair down. In my dream, I am quite literally letting my hair down.
Then I am on a beach with brown sand, different from where we live in Xcalak.
Then I am somewhere else and I see this small beach house, built up on stilts. I see that if it was cleaned up a little bit, that it would be adorable. And I see that it appears to be unoccupied. So I begin cleaning up the trash outside. Then I move inside and begin cleaning up the trash inside, tidying up and making it look nice. This seems to take me a few days.
When I return to the house one morning to continue, the door is already open, and from beach level I can see inside the house. But there is another inside door open revealing another room. I can see a floor heater. I can see flames coming up from this trough of flames. There’s a little piece of paper and it was so close to the flames that I worried a little that it could catch fire and burn down the house. There’s a lovely, oval, antique table sitting over the floor heater. It has a large, homemade doily on top of the table and there are knick-knacks and family photos in wooden frames atop the table. There are other things that catch my eye that tell me that whoever lives here has put a lot of love into this part of the house. There’s a homey feeling here. And there’s love and tender care here, too. I am seeing this tiny slice of someone’s life here in this little beach house and I am in disbelief that I have been working around and inside someone elses house and they never said anything to me. I assumed that the house was empty, because it seemed that way to me.
As I am leaving this place, rather reluctantly, a couple drives up and they are inquiring about renting out a room. The seem to think it’s a bed and breakfast. It seems as though I am trying to work out some way to accommodate them in a house that’s not mine, when I wake up.
Friday, December 4, 2009
White Wolf 4 Dec 09
White Wolf
Dec 4, 2009 – Seattle Matrix
I am with someone and we are doing something. After we are finished, we are outside and I am looking in the direction of a home next door to us. Seated and looking directly at me is this beautiful, big, white wolf. He is snow white with gray-colored tips on his ears. He continues to look at me, then gets up and moves toward me.
I am lucid and know that I am dreaming and I am trying to remember what happened directly before seeing the wolf. Suddenly I hear someone knocking on my hotel room door. There are three distinct knocks. I come fully into a waking state. I lay there wondering who could be at my door at 6am in the morning. I waited. There were no more knocks so I go back again to try to remember what I was doing before I saw the white wolf.
Suddenly I am standing curbside and it seems a little like it was the night before standing at the airport hotel shuttle pick up only the vehicles are arriving in the opposite direction than they were last night. Several cars and one dirty white van are driving toward me. The white van looks dirty as if it had been driving through dirty snow. It was cold. The van pulls up to the curb where I am standing and the driver is delivering some message or some thing to me.
Again, I try to go back to remember what I was doing before I saw the white wolf and to remember who was with me. Suddenly, I am standing in front of a white door. When I try to open the door, the door is locked. All this time, I am lucid, but it doesn’t seem like I am dreaming. It seems as if I have having these visions, one after the other, but I continue to interested in remembering what transpired before I saw the white wolf.
Suddenly, I am in front of the white door again, but this time I have a key in my hand and I place it in the door lock. But the key will not turn the lock. Again I try to return to my dream and remember what was transpiring before I saw the white wolf and who I was with. Again, I am standing in front of the white door. The key is still in the lock. I try to turn the key again. This time, the key turns, the door unlocks and I turn the door know and open the door a crack. I turn to someone who is standing to my left. I cannot really see this person, it’s more like there’s a presence next to me. And I say to this person, “Oh my God, the door is open.” I am excited to see what’s on the other side of the door, but I am somewhat apprehensive too. I know that this is MY door, and it scares me a little to find what is on the other side.
Then I receive this message from this voice belonging to someone I cannot see. The message is this:
“This is exactly how it works, Kim. This is exactly what it feels like to two-point and wait for something to show up. This is it. This is your reference. There is no forcing something to show itself, it simply shows itself. Just allow it to happen. It is quite simple really, you do not have to force something to show up; it just will. It will just show up. It will always show up. There is no reason to doubt YOURSELF or scold yourself or anything resembling this type of self-degrading thought process that you practice. Practice this.”
Then I asked the question, “Who IS this. Who is speaking?”
I received the answer, but it was written or rather scrawled across a piece of paper, or perhaps the screen of my mind’s eye was the paper. And it said,
Y O U S E L F
When I came fully back to a waking consciousness, at first I thought that the letters spelled, YOUR ELF. And I thought, OMG, I have an Elf. How neat. But something wasn’t quite right with this. There was no “R” in the letters, there was an “S” after the “U.” And still, I couldn’t quite decipher. YOUS ELF didn’t make sense to me. It wasn’t until after I got out of bed, went to the bathroom, came back into the bedroom, that it hit me and I started laughing. It’s me that’s speaking to me. I suspect that it’s the me behind that door, that me who knows who I really am; that me who knows how everything works, that me who knows all that is to my highest good; that me who loves me.
Dec 4, 2009 – Seattle Matrix
I am with someone and we are doing something. After we are finished, we are outside and I am looking in the direction of a home next door to us. Seated and looking directly at me is this beautiful, big, white wolf. He is snow white with gray-colored tips on his ears. He continues to look at me, then gets up and moves toward me.
I am lucid and know that I am dreaming and I am trying to remember what happened directly before seeing the wolf. Suddenly I hear someone knocking on my hotel room door. There are three distinct knocks. I come fully into a waking state. I lay there wondering who could be at my door at 6am in the morning. I waited. There were no more knocks so I go back again to try to remember what I was doing before I saw the white wolf.
Suddenly I am standing curbside and it seems a little like it was the night before standing at the airport hotel shuttle pick up only the vehicles are arriving in the opposite direction than they were last night. Several cars and one dirty white van are driving toward me. The white van looks dirty as if it had been driving through dirty snow. It was cold. The van pulls up to the curb where I am standing and the driver is delivering some message or some thing to me.
Again, I try to go back to remember what I was doing before I saw the white wolf and to remember who was with me. Suddenly, I am standing in front of a white door. When I try to open the door, the door is locked. All this time, I am lucid, but it doesn’t seem like I am dreaming. It seems as if I have having these visions, one after the other, but I continue to interested in remembering what transpired before I saw the white wolf.
Suddenly, I am in front of the white door again, but this time I have a key in my hand and I place it in the door lock. But the key will not turn the lock. Again I try to return to my dream and remember what was transpiring before I saw the white wolf and who I was with. Again, I am standing in front of the white door. The key is still in the lock. I try to turn the key again. This time, the key turns, the door unlocks and I turn the door know and open the door a crack. I turn to someone who is standing to my left. I cannot really see this person, it’s more like there’s a presence next to me. And I say to this person, “Oh my God, the door is open.” I am excited to see what’s on the other side of the door, but I am somewhat apprehensive too. I know that this is MY door, and it scares me a little to find what is on the other side.
Then I receive this message from this voice belonging to someone I cannot see. The message is this:
“This is exactly how it works, Kim. This is exactly what it feels like to two-point and wait for something to show up. This is it. This is your reference. There is no forcing something to show itself, it simply shows itself. Just allow it to happen. It is quite simple really, you do not have to force something to show up; it just will. It will just show up. It will always show up. There is no reason to doubt YOURSELF or scold yourself or anything resembling this type of self-degrading thought process that you practice. Practice this.”
Then I asked the question, “Who IS this. Who is speaking?”
I received the answer, but it was written or rather scrawled across a piece of paper, or perhaps the screen of my mind’s eye was the paper. And it said,
Y O U S E L F
When I came fully back to a waking consciousness, at first I thought that the letters spelled, YOUR ELF. And I thought, OMG, I have an Elf. How neat. But something wasn’t quite right with this. There was no “R” in the letters, there was an “S” after the “U.” And still, I couldn’t quite decipher. YOUS ELF didn’t make sense to me. It wasn’t until after I got out of bed, went to the bathroom, came back into the bedroom, that it hit me and I started laughing. It’s me that’s speaking to me. I suspect that it’s the me behind that door, that me who knows who I really am; that me who knows how everything works, that me who knows all that is to my highest good; that me who loves me.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
The Bull Cart
The Bull Cart - Dec 2, 2009
I am traveling to a seminar and I am in another country. I believe that I am in Greece. The setting is a pastoral setting. I am traveling on a two-wheeled wooden cart pulled by two huge bulls (not oxen) down this dirt road. There are homes and barn-like structures along the way. It's a beautiful day, sunny and cool. One bull is white and one bull is black and they have the personalities of my two dogs, Stella and Venadito. I am very close to these bulls. They are almost like family.
Along the way, in one section of the road, there are many children's toys strewn about in the middle of the road. I do a great job leading the bulls through this maze of toys. And they do an awesome job navigating and being led my me.
I am almost to my destination, a combination inn and restaurant. But one of the harnesses breaks on the black bull and we cannot go further. So, I leave the cart and the bulls alongside the road. They are happy to rest for awhile. I walk the rest of the way into the little village, broken harness in hand. When I arrive, I am greeted by the owner of the inn, a middle-aged man. The inn and restaurant are run by a family. While I don't speak their language, we communicate in a friendly manner.
Upon my arrival, the man seems to know that I have a broken harness and takes it from me. He disappears into a back room and repairs the harness. It looks like new. I can hardly believe it. I take the harness back to the bulls so that I can bring them into the village. When I return, both bulls simultaneously plop themselves down onto the ground. And they speak to me. They tell me that they need water, that they are very thirsty after their long journey. I immediately recognize that they are quite tired and thirsty and decide not to ask them to travel into the village until I refresh them.
So, I walk back into the village. I ask the man's daughter if I might have a bucket of water. She is so friendly and accommodating and gets me a bucket of water straightaway. But as soon as the father finds out that the bucket of water is to water my bulls, he turns rather disagreeable. He seems to have a problem with animals drinking from his bucket. He begrudgingly allows me to have the bucket of water.
Then when the man finds out who the speakers will be for the seminar, he becomes very, very angry. A real estate friend of mine from Merida is providing the speakers, and they are all American and the people of this local village don't like them or what they stand for. And there are only three speakers who speak the mind of the locals. The other speakers outnumber the local speakers considerably. When the man finds out that I am attending the seminar, he begins to treat me very badly. This is funny to me, because the only reason I am there is to support this real estate friend of mine. I really have no interest in what the seminar is about. As a matter of fact, I don't even know what the seminar is about.
Later, after I have watered my bulls and return to the inn, the seminar is beginning. When I enter, I am given a pink gift bag, and this has our evening meal inside. But, I notice that all of the attendees (mainly women) have eaten all the baklava that was put out for dessert for after dinner. I wasn't really bothered not to get a piece, but I did think it indicated that the attendees had the mentality of, "We better take it now or there won't be any left." I kind of chuckled at this. And I wondered if the man already knew or sensed this mentality.
Notes: This is a really different kind of dream for me. It's full of challenge, polarity and illustrates how people perceive things in different ways. Further, it illustrates just how much drama we create. I guess we do this because we are conditioned to be adversarial, perhaps. There are some beautiful metaphors in this dream, too. I think this dream has something to do with my situation here at our hotel and restaurant. We are firing our chef in the next few days. He decided that he would steal a whole bunch of steak arrachera and shrimp, 64 orders to be exact and only in the last 15 days. That's a lot of food. And it's really behavior that we don't like, for obvious reasons. This chef asked me for a sizable loan a couple of weeks ago. I declined. It was just too much money and he doesn't have a very good track record for repayment. So, I think, perhaps, that he thinks, "I will take what I can before it's all gone." Perhaps. That's my projection anyway. But, the chef had such a good situation here with us. He makes great money, has health insurance, benefits, retirement, etc. But, he just made a choice based upon something he perceives that may or may not be real, just like in the dream. What is encouraging to me is that I feel okay. I am not angry, upset, or harbor any hard feelings. We will liquidate him (a term that's used to basically pay someone to quit.) I don't anticipate any hard feelings under these circumstances. But still, the dream is very different from the dreams I usually have.
I am traveling to a seminar and I am in another country. I believe that I am in Greece. The setting is a pastoral setting. I am traveling on a two-wheeled wooden cart pulled by two huge bulls (not oxen) down this dirt road. There are homes and barn-like structures along the way. It's a beautiful day, sunny and cool. One bull is white and one bull is black and they have the personalities of my two dogs, Stella and Venadito. I am very close to these bulls. They are almost like family.
Along the way, in one section of the road, there are many children's toys strewn about in the middle of the road. I do a great job leading the bulls through this maze of toys. And they do an awesome job navigating and being led my me.
I am almost to my destination, a combination inn and restaurant. But one of the harnesses breaks on the black bull and we cannot go further. So, I leave the cart and the bulls alongside the road. They are happy to rest for awhile. I walk the rest of the way into the little village, broken harness in hand. When I arrive, I am greeted by the owner of the inn, a middle-aged man. The inn and restaurant are run by a family. While I don't speak their language, we communicate in a friendly manner.
Upon my arrival, the man seems to know that I have a broken harness and takes it from me. He disappears into a back room and repairs the harness. It looks like new. I can hardly believe it. I take the harness back to the bulls so that I can bring them into the village. When I return, both bulls simultaneously plop themselves down onto the ground. And they speak to me. They tell me that they need water, that they are very thirsty after their long journey. I immediately recognize that they are quite tired and thirsty and decide not to ask them to travel into the village until I refresh them.
So, I walk back into the village. I ask the man's daughter if I might have a bucket of water. She is so friendly and accommodating and gets me a bucket of water straightaway. But as soon as the father finds out that the bucket of water is to water my bulls, he turns rather disagreeable. He seems to have a problem with animals drinking from his bucket. He begrudgingly allows me to have the bucket of water.
Then when the man finds out who the speakers will be for the seminar, he becomes very, very angry. A real estate friend of mine from Merida is providing the speakers, and they are all American and the people of this local village don't like them or what they stand for. And there are only three speakers who speak the mind of the locals. The other speakers outnumber the local speakers considerably. When the man finds out that I am attending the seminar, he begins to treat me very badly. This is funny to me, because the only reason I am there is to support this real estate friend of mine. I really have no interest in what the seminar is about. As a matter of fact, I don't even know what the seminar is about.
Later, after I have watered my bulls and return to the inn, the seminar is beginning. When I enter, I am given a pink gift bag, and this has our evening meal inside. But, I notice that all of the attendees (mainly women) have eaten all the baklava that was put out for dessert for after dinner. I wasn't really bothered not to get a piece, but I did think it indicated that the attendees had the mentality of, "We better take it now or there won't be any left." I kind of chuckled at this. And I wondered if the man already knew or sensed this mentality.
Notes: This is a really different kind of dream for me. It's full of challenge, polarity and illustrates how people perceive things in different ways. Further, it illustrates just how much drama we create. I guess we do this because we are conditioned to be adversarial, perhaps. There are some beautiful metaphors in this dream, too. I think this dream has something to do with my situation here at our hotel and restaurant. We are firing our chef in the next few days. He decided that he would steal a whole bunch of steak arrachera and shrimp, 64 orders to be exact and only in the last 15 days. That's a lot of food. And it's really behavior that we don't like, for obvious reasons. This chef asked me for a sizable loan a couple of weeks ago. I declined. It was just too much money and he doesn't have a very good track record for repayment. So, I think, perhaps, that he thinks, "I will take what I can before it's all gone." Perhaps. That's my projection anyway. But, the chef had such a good situation here with us. He makes great money, has health insurance, benefits, retirement, etc. But, he just made a choice based upon something he perceives that may or may not be real, just like in the dream. What is encouraging to me is that I feel okay. I am not angry, upset, or harbor any hard feelings. We will liquidate him (a term that's used to basically pay someone to quit.) I don't anticipate any hard feelings under these circumstances. But still, the dream is very different from the dreams I usually have.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
The Body Hologram Lesson
In the early morning hours this morning, I was shown the body hologram again. And one of my guides showed me, in detail, a lesson. This is what transpired.
My guide is standing behind me and talking to me. He pulls up a hologram of a body, someone's body. He didn't share who the body belonged to. I believe it was purely for illustration. Then he tells me that, for illustration purposes, the person belonging to this body has a worried or fearful thought about something. In the illustration, the person had a fearful thought about contracting some sort of illness. I saw immediately, all these little red, hot particles gather in between the spaces of the chest area. They were easy to see, because they didn't look as if they were a natural part of the person's body. They had hard edges and looked angry and looked as though they would cause discomfort to the person's body. I observed this. My guide told me that this is precisely how THOUGHT CREATES. Each and every thought that we have has the power to create something. And we have the power to create thoughts that cure or thoughts that cause illness.
This was a simple lesson, but a powerful one. He continued to say that illness does not happen by accident. WE and our THOUGHTS and BELIEFS are what CREATES ALL ILLNESS AND DISHARMONY. And ALL WELL-BEING is within our own power. We only have to practice what we want to Create as our own Creators. It is all in our power.
So, Be WELL ALL and HAVE GOOD THOUGHTS!
My guide is standing behind me and talking to me. He pulls up a hologram of a body, someone's body. He didn't share who the body belonged to. I believe it was purely for illustration. Then he tells me that, for illustration purposes, the person belonging to this body has a worried or fearful thought about something. In the illustration, the person had a fearful thought about contracting some sort of illness. I saw immediately, all these little red, hot particles gather in between the spaces of the chest area. They were easy to see, because they didn't look as if they were a natural part of the person's body. They had hard edges and looked angry and looked as though they would cause discomfort to the person's body. I observed this. My guide told me that this is precisely how THOUGHT CREATES. Each and every thought that we have has the power to create something. And we have the power to create thoughts that cure or thoughts that cause illness.
This was a simple lesson, but a powerful one. He continued to say that illness does not happen by accident. WE and our THOUGHTS and BELIEFS are what CREATES ALL ILLNESS AND DISHARMONY. And ALL WELL-BEING is within our own power. We only have to practice what we want to Create as our own Creators. It is all in our power.
So, Be WELL ALL and HAVE GOOD THOUGHTS!
Friday, November 27, 2009
What Does My Subconscious Look Like?
About an hour ago, I read an email I received from a good friend of mine, Salina. Salina is the woman who does the beautiful and sacred Channeled Readings. Anyway, she shared with me how she had done an exercise, of sorts, this morning and the exercise was to ask this question, "If I could see and experience my subconscious, what would that look like." I believe that she followed this recommendation from Reggie Shelley, a Matrix Energetics practitioner, to give credit to Reggie here.
Anyway, I was going to go meditate for a little while, so I asked this question of myself, too. And this is what showed up for me during my meditation.
I am in a huge room full of other people. It is a seminar and I believe it's a Matrix Seminar. I begin hissing like a wild cat, and spitting like cats do sometimes. I am rather surprised that I am doing this, but I don't seem to have much control over this. I am grateful that I am with people who will embrace this behavior and not judge it.
Then I walk to the front of the room by myself and my hair seems like it is charged with electricity because my hair begins to stand out all over (my hair is very long and very gray/silver in color). I just stand in the front of the room and allow this to happen. Then I say very quietly to those on the stage, "I must show you something." Then I begin to glow all over and I am emanating this golden light all around me. The light from within me expands and I can see it expand in all directions around me. Then I begin to rise up off the floor, a little bit at first, and then I am well-above the floor. This feels really good to me, so I begin to move while in the air. And I begin to sort of fly around the room. This is truly exhilarating.
Then I am told something and it is this. "Dearest Kim. You may simply know that you are what you are. You may simply allow all of this. It is not necessary to compare your experiences with those of others. You may simply allow whatever it is to show up and know that this is who you are. It is not necessary to judge. You do not have to judge yourself any longer. No matter what shows up for you, you may simply allow it, without comparison or judgment."
Then I began feeling this sensation on the nape of my neck, like there was a butterfly back there fluttering its wings. I smelled a musty smell and it reminded me of a cave. Then came the smell of something more sweet, almost like flowers. Then an ant bit me on the right side of my neck. And then a huge flock of Yucatan Blue Jays gathered around my window outside and squawked and squawked for about 5 minutes then stopped abruptly. Then I heard a Pigmy Owl hooting repeatedly again and again until I opened my eyes. My senses seemed to be rather heightened.
I also said a prayer for myself, also recommended by Salina, only I changed it a little bit. To note here for readers not familiar to some of the Matrix Energetics "lingo" the phrase "two point or two pointing" is a phrase that Dr. Richard Bartlett talks about at his seminars and in his books, if you would like to read more about this. Anyway, my prayer is this:
I two-point automatically, while I am sleeping, meditating and in a waking state. I easily shift all things that are not congruent with my highest self. I easily shift into states of being that will be to the highest good of myself, others and the Universe.
This was a really neat meditation. Thanks to Salina for mentioning and for Reggie Shelley.
Blessings to you All
Kim
Anyway, I was going to go meditate for a little while, so I asked this question of myself, too. And this is what showed up for me during my meditation.
I am in a huge room full of other people. It is a seminar and I believe it's a Matrix Seminar. I begin hissing like a wild cat, and spitting like cats do sometimes. I am rather surprised that I am doing this, but I don't seem to have much control over this. I am grateful that I am with people who will embrace this behavior and not judge it.
Then I walk to the front of the room by myself and my hair seems like it is charged with electricity because my hair begins to stand out all over (my hair is very long and very gray/silver in color). I just stand in the front of the room and allow this to happen. Then I say very quietly to those on the stage, "I must show you something." Then I begin to glow all over and I am emanating this golden light all around me. The light from within me expands and I can see it expand in all directions around me. Then I begin to rise up off the floor, a little bit at first, and then I am well-above the floor. This feels really good to me, so I begin to move while in the air. And I begin to sort of fly around the room. This is truly exhilarating.
Then I am told something and it is this. "Dearest Kim. You may simply know that you are what you are. You may simply allow all of this. It is not necessary to compare your experiences with those of others. You may simply allow whatever it is to show up and know that this is who you are. It is not necessary to judge. You do not have to judge yourself any longer. No matter what shows up for you, you may simply allow it, without comparison or judgment."
Then I began feeling this sensation on the nape of my neck, like there was a butterfly back there fluttering its wings. I smelled a musty smell and it reminded me of a cave. Then came the smell of something more sweet, almost like flowers. Then an ant bit me on the right side of my neck. And then a huge flock of Yucatan Blue Jays gathered around my window outside and squawked and squawked for about 5 minutes then stopped abruptly. Then I heard a Pigmy Owl hooting repeatedly again and again until I opened my eyes. My senses seemed to be rather heightened.
I also said a prayer for myself, also recommended by Salina, only I changed it a little bit. To note here for readers not familiar to some of the Matrix Energetics "lingo" the phrase "two point or two pointing" is a phrase that Dr. Richard Bartlett talks about at his seminars and in his books, if you would like to read more about this. Anyway, my prayer is this:
I two-point automatically, while I am sleeping, meditating and in a waking state. I easily shift all things that are not congruent with my highest self. I easily shift into states of being that will be to the highest good of myself, others and the Universe.
This was a really neat meditation. Thanks to Salina for mentioning and for Reggie Shelley.
Blessings to you All
Kim
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Connect With the Area of Your Tribe
Well, it was one of those strange nights. Three weeks ago, on our way back to Mexico, we were traveling, of course. On the two nights we spent on the road, I received two separate messages. And last night, all night, I was trying to recall the two messages. I recall the one message. Actually I never really forgot it. But it kept coming to me again last night, all night. So, I think it's important.
"CONNECT WITH THE AREA OF YOUR TRIBE"
received 5 November 2009....Playa del Carmen
To comment on this message, it really has a two-fold meaning for me based upon other dreams and visions I've had. And I see and understand, in this moment, that I just learned a lesson. And it's my pleasure to pass on the lesson to you, if you're interested. Let me explain.
On or around June 24th, 2009, while at a Matrix Seminar, I received an audio vision and the message was:
"YOU ARE NOW ALIGNED WITH THE ENERGY OF EPHRAIM"
When I received this, I said to myself, "What the hell? Who or what is Ephraim?"
When I did some research, I was taken to the story of how the
Twelve Tribes of Israel Became Divided
And they were divided between two brothers, Ephraim and Manassa.
So this Twelve Tribe of Israel connection rings true for me for some reason
But, I have also had visions of myself as some sort of medicine woman or Shaman in Utah.
So "CONNECT WITH THE AREA OF YOUR TRIBE" also has meaning to me when I think about Utah, and living there, and being part of a "TRIBE" if you will.
The trouble I've been having with this is that, I've been thinking that I had to choose one over the other. In my limited thinking, I thought that I had to completely eliminate one. I thought I had to choose the EPHRAIM connection OR the UTAH connection. Well, how limiting is that? So, that's the lesson, and perhaps that's why this message just wouldn't let go of me until I worked this out.
SO, I CHOOSE BOTH
"CONNECT WITH THE AREA OF YOUR TRIBE"
received 5 November 2009....Playa del Carmen
To comment on this message, it really has a two-fold meaning for me based upon other dreams and visions I've had. And I see and understand, in this moment, that I just learned a lesson. And it's my pleasure to pass on the lesson to you, if you're interested. Let me explain.
On or around June 24th, 2009, while at a Matrix Seminar, I received an audio vision and the message was:
"YOU ARE NOW ALIGNED WITH THE ENERGY OF EPHRAIM"
When I received this, I said to myself, "What the hell? Who or what is Ephraim?"
When I did some research, I was taken to the story of how the
Twelve Tribes of Israel Became Divided
And they were divided between two brothers, Ephraim and Manassa.
So this Twelve Tribe of Israel connection rings true for me for some reason
But, I have also had visions of myself as some sort of medicine woman or Shaman in Utah.
So "CONNECT WITH THE AREA OF YOUR TRIBE" also has meaning to me when I think about Utah, and living there, and being part of a "TRIBE" if you will.
The trouble I've been having with this is that, I've been thinking that I had to choose one over the other. In my limited thinking, I thought that I had to completely eliminate one. I thought I had to choose the EPHRAIM connection OR the UTAH connection. Well, how limiting is that? So, that's the lesson, and perhaps that's why this message just wouldn't let go of me until I worked this out.
SO, I CHOOSE BOTH
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Repetus Quedas
Repetus Quedas? I woke up this morning with this phrase repeating and repeating and repeating over and over and over again. It sounded a little like Spanish, but then Latin came to me. WHAT? LATIN? So, I looked it up. It translated as this:
Repetition of a certain person
I am not sure how to take this. But something does actually come to mind. I just wrote to another friend about this very thing just a few minutes ago.
I, too, watch my Veronica's Whisper videos. And when I watch them, I say to myself, "Wow, I really Love this woman." And sometimes when I talk to David, I refer to the woman on the videos as "her." He thinks this is interesting.....not weird. He got over weird a long time ago. But, he thinks it's interesting that I refer to myself as her. So, maybe there's two of me. I have repeated myself in some way. That's how it feels, I can tell you. So would that be that I am two in one, or one in two? Math.....never my strong point. LOL.
God, I am so thankful we have have fun with this stuff.
Any ideas, anyone?
Repetition of a certain person
I am not sure how to take this. But something does actually come to mind. I just wrote to another friend about this very thing just a few minutes ago.
I, too, watch my Veronica's Whisper videos. And when I watch them, I say to myself, "Wow, I really Love this woman." And sometimes when I talk to David, I refer to the woman on the videos as "her." He thinks this is interesting.....not weird. He got over weird a long time ago. But, he thinks it's interesting that I refer to myself as her. So, maybe there's two of me. I have repeated myself in some way. That's how it feels, I can tell you. So would that be that I am two in one, or one in two? Math.....never my strong point. LOL.
God, I am so thankful we have have fun with this stuff.
Any ideas, anyone?
Monday, November 23, 2009
"Honey, I'm Invisible and .........."
This is a cute dream.
My husband, David and I, are working together in this enormous, auditorium-like setting. David has a desk situated at an angle toward the middle of the auditorium, and I have a desk situated about 20 feet or so away from his. We each have a phone, file cabinets, desk accessories, appointment books, etc.
Two clients come into the auditorium and walk up to my desk. After talking for a short while, I decide that my husband, David, is far better at handling their questions and helping them in general than I am. So, I walk these folks over to my husband's desk. I know David is there, I just can't see him. And I know what's happening......again. It seems that I have dipped into another dimension. Everything is exactly the same in the other dimension, except for one single thing. And this time, the one thing that's different is that I cannot see my husband. I can hear him, I just can't see him.
So, I say to this filmy, wavy, surreal background behind my husband's desk, "Honey, are you there?" He says, "Yes, I'm here." I say, "Well honey, I seem to be in another dimension and you've become invisible to me, but I have these really nice people here who I think you would do better at helping than I." Then David said, "Okay honey, I see them." There's a lot of hidden humor in this situation. Really.
This is really pretty funny to both of us because both of us have had the experience of being invisible to others. And both of us have experienced observing this very wavy, surreal world when this happened. So this dream is well within our world. And we wouldn't be surprised if this began happening more and more.
My husband, David and I, are working together in this enormous, auditorium-like setting. David has a desk situated at an angle toward the middle of the auditorium, and I have a desk situated about 20 feet or so away from his. We each have a phone, file cabinets, desk accessories, appointment books, etc.
Two clients come into the auditorium and walk up to my desk. After talking for a short while, I decide that my husband, David, is far better at handling their questions and helping them in general than I am. So, I walk these folks over to my husband's desk. I know David is there, I just can't see him. And I know what's happening......again. It seems that I have dipped into another dimension. Everything is exactly the same in the other dimension, except for one single thing. And this time, the one thing that's different is that I cannot see my husband. I can hear him, I just can't see him.
So, I say to this filmy, wavy, surreal background behind my husband's desk, "Honey, are you there?" He says, "Yes, I'm here." I say, "Well honey, I seem to be in another dimension and you've become invisible to me, but I have these really nice people here who I think you would do better at helping than I." Then David said, "Okay honey, I see them." There's a lot of hidden humor in this situation. Really.
This is really pretty funny to both of us because both of us have had the experience of being invisible to others. And both of us have experienced observing this very wavy, surreal world when this happened. So this dream is well within our world. And we wouldn't be surprised if this began happening more and more.
The Good Doctor
Early this morning, as I was waking, an old friend from Wimberley, Texas came to me. He came to say hello, appearing as he did 20 plus years ago, and with that fun loving demeanor he always had.
We laughed with each other, recalling all the activities we were involved with together; singing tenor together in the Wimberley Community Chorus and how he forced me to always sit on the side of his "good ear" so he could stay on pitch. Little did he know I was counting on him for the same reason. We recalled together his adorable role in one of the plays we did at the theatre. He was a big hit in that one, a real ham. And we recalled all the ways he was good a being my doctor. And he asked me if he had made a difference. And I told him, "You touched many, many lives. You not only healed with your training as a doctor, you healed with your humor and your big heart."
We continued to laugh and enjoy each others company, then he left. I was suddenly on top of a very tall building with a flat roof. There was a pretty little girl of about 10 years old on the roof, too. She had long, wavy blonde hair. Suddenly, she raised her arms outstretched in front of her, and in her hands she held a handgun. She was pointing the gun at me for a split second, then whirled around and took aim at something else altogether; an enormous clock on top of a clock tower building next to the building we were standing on. The old clock immediately shattered. And I heard the words, "Time's Up." And we left together, she and I, down the stairs from the rooftop and the dream faded.
My personal take on this dream is that my doctor friend, who I haven't seen in so long, passed over and came to visit me, to reminisce. And the little girl using the gun to shoot out the clock seems to be an archetypal sign for me, indicating that someone's time is up. I've been getting more and more of these archetypal signs of late, or perhaps it's just now that I am recognizing them as such. I emailed a friend this morning to find out more about the doctor. So I will follow up with a report on this.
We laughed with each other, recalling all the activities we were involved with together; singing tenor together in the Wimberley Community Chorus and how he forced me to always sit on the side of his "good ear" so he could stay on pitch. Little did he know I was counting on him for the same reason. We recalled together his adorable role in one of the plays we did at the theatre. He was a big hit in that one, a real ham. And we recalled all the ways he was good a being my doctor. And he asked me if he had made a difference. And I told him, "You touched many, many lives. You not only healed with your training as a doctor, you healed with your humor and your big heart."
We continued to laugh and enjoy each others company, then he left. I was suddenly on top of a very tall building with a flat roof. There was a pretty little girl of about 10 years old on the roof, too. She had long, wavy blonde hair. Suddenly, she raised her arms outstretched in front of her, and in her hands she held a handgun. She was pointing the gun at me for a split second, then whirled around and took aim at something else altogether; an enormous clock on top of a clock tower building next to the building we were standing on. The old clock immediately shattered. And I heard the words, "Time's Up." And we left together, she and I, down the stairs from the rooftop and the dream faded.
My personal take on this dream is that my doctor friend, who I haven't seen in so long, passed over and came to visit me, to reminisce. And the little girl using the gun to shoot out the clock seems to be an archetypal sign for me, indicating that someone's time is up. I've been getting more and more of these archetypal signs of late, or perhaps it's just now that I am recognizing them as such. I emailed a friend this morning to find out more about the doctor. So I will follow up with a report on this.
Dreams of a Mystic
I've journaled my dreams and visions for years and years.
Beginning on Friday, November 20th around 2:45 AM, I started running a fever. It was around 102 degrees for three nights and three days. And for three consecutive nights, I had this dream that I was posting my dreams in a blog. Even when I would awaken, in my feverish state, I would bookmark the dream in my mind until I was functioning better, so that I could access the dream blog.
Even this morning, feeling better, with no fever, I began looking for my dream blog. The dream was so vivid that I was certain that I had been posting my dreams in a dream blog.
So, with the discovery that no dream blog existed, except in my dream, I endeavor to create one here, finally, for all to see.
Be Well and Dream Well All,
Blessings,
Kim
Beginning on Friday, November 20th around 2:45 AM, I started running a fever. It was around 102 degrees for three nights and three days. And for three consecutive nights, I had this dream that I was posting my dreams in a blog. Even when I would awaken, in my feverish state, I would bookmark the dream in my mind until I was functioning better, so that I could access the dream blog.
Even this morning, feeling better, with no fever, I began looking for my dream blog. The dream was so vivid that I was certain that I had been posting my dreams in a dream blog.
So, with the discovery that no dream blog existed, except in my dream, I endeavor to create one here, finally, for all to see.
Be Well and Dream Well All,
Blessings,
Kim
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