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Yellowstone, the 44, the 111 & the Gen-X Vanguard

Glacier GroovesI’ve been haunted by 4:44 and 44 synchronicity since last spring.  In the fall, I wrote about how 44th birthdays approach for the people born during the rare era-defining Sixties Grand Opposition between Saturn/Chiron in Pisces and Uranus/Pluto in Virgo.  That alignment peaked in 1965 and 1966, so those birthdays are happening now.  This year marks the start of them, not to mention the start of the 44th presidency and 111th congress in the U.S.  All while slow-moving Uranus and Saturn have reversed their 1960’s positions and are now opposing each other again from opposite signs.  They came into perfect opposition on Election Day – a coincidence to say the least.   This fall, Pluto will join the dance to form a potent T-Square.  Turbulence now, much more ahead.

Previously, I wrote that the 44 and the 111 mark the doorway to a period of great change.  I definitely don’t mean that President Obama and the 111th Congress are agents of the change.  Instead, I think that the 44 and the 111 may be coordinates in time and space. 

I recently came across a suggestive item to add to the 44/111 synchronicity collection.  I’ve been watching seismic activity around volcanoes since the Tonga 7.9 earthquake and volcanic eruption.  I was looking into a minor earthquake around Yellowstone when I realized – the Yellowstone caldera is located roughly at 44°N 111°W.  

To have one of the world’s largest supervolcanoes sitting so close to those precise coordinates seems a bit portentous right about now.  But the last thing we need is to get sucked into fearful doomsday thinking.  We are living in a hot spot in history.  Bubbling under the surface is the potential for profound transformation, as well as profound destruction.  What we do matters.  Change does not have to be catastrophe.

Speaking of avoiding catastrophe, a prominent 44 turns up in the new Lexus RX commercial “Intersection.”  A car and an 18-wheeler come to the point of head on collision at a dark intersection, but time screeches to a halt just before impact.  Four guardian figures emerge from the darkness and pull the car and the truck backward through time.   One of the guardians turns the car driver’s head just enough so that he’ll see what’s approaching at the intersection.  A 44 appears on his windshield while the narrator speaks of “illuminat[ing] places you couldn’t see before.”  Time resumes forward motion and the driver swerves in time to avoid the truck and proceed safely on his way.

Unlike the Lexus driver, we will NOT be able to proceed on course after a brush with calamity.  Collectively, our present course IS disastrous — not just right now but going back several hundred years leading up to this point.  It will only get worse.  No swerving will get it safely back on track.  No illuminations or shining saviors will redeem it.  Our salvation will come from letting it go and making a new way founded on honest right relations — with ourselves, with each other, with other species, with the planet. 

Namaste

Mere Anarchy

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world…
– W. B. Yeats, The Second Coming

But the center had no integrity.  Built on illusion and delusion, the tower must fall.  All of this has happened before.  What do we do now?  Do we choose the path of FEAR?  Do we try to cling to the failing order?  Do we hoard and stash and hunker down?  Do we feed on fearful rumors and panic at possibilities?  Do we retreat into old patterns in the face of the shift of the ages?

Or do we release the old structures and embrace the shift with open hearts and minds?  Do we start building the communities of the future today?   There is a huge difference between building bunkers and building sustainable communities for a changing world.

Consider the following insight from Neil Kramer’s latest post on the Shift:

The only real preparation is spiritual preparation. Psychological and emotional balance, together with a real, deep connectedness with oneself and the natural world has never been so important. Be who you really are. Dissolve inauthentic behaviours and attitudes. Allow the universe into you. The chrysalis that we thought was the whole world, is beginning to crack open…. 

Greater dimensions of being await. Observe non-attachment. Do not cling to anything, and there shall be no suffering. Easier said than done, some may say, but take the first step. Know in your heart that all is one. Feel the impermanence of all things. Know the indestructibility of your soul. We have chosen to be here now, in this time of revelation, unveiling and transformation. Stand at the centre. You are the change.      

And let it be so.

Namaste.

Fearlessness: Call to Action

I attended the Omega Institute’s “Being Fearless” conference in NYC this weekend. The event brochure fell into my hands just after I posted 2012: Two Paths. Since I was doing a lot of thinking about LOVE vs. FEAR at that time, I took it as a synchronistic nudge and decided to go.

It was an interesting experience and the speakers were amazing. But the conference was targeting a different audience from me, and I knew that would be the case going in. For example, there was a lot of “God” there (though in an inclusive, open-minded way that allowed for someone like me). On the other hand, I didn’t hear anyone talking about 2012, the precession of the equinoxes, wage slavery or homo luminous.

Mainly I doubt many of the attendees are pounding the walls of their lives with a strange version of “All Along the Watchtower” playing in their heads. They weren’t people of the fringe. Like me.

But the overall theme was one that I can wholeheartedly relate to: We live in an extraordinary time and the urgent call of the hour is to integrate our shadows, transmute our fear and help give birth to a new world.

Andrew Harvey gave one of the weekend’s most memorable speeches. It was a passionate expression of the same vision he describes on his website, where he writes:

Everyone whose eyes are open knows the world is in a terrifying crisis. As many of us as possible need to undergo a massive transformation of consciousness and to find the sacred passion to act from this consciousness in every arena and on every level of reality. It is my deepest belief that only Sacred Activism – the fusion of the deepest mystical knowledge, peace, strength, and stamina with calm focused and radical action – can possibly be of use now. A mysticism that is only private and self-absorbed leaves the evils of the world intact and does little to halt the suicidal juggernaut of history; an activism that is not purified by profound spiritual and psychological self-awareness and rooted in divine truth, wisdom, and compassion will only perpetuate the problem it is trying to solve, whatever it’s righteous intentions. When, however, the deepest and most grounded mystical vision is married to a practical and pragmatic drive to transform all existing political, economic, and social institutions, a holy force and power of wisdom in action is born, a force and power that can re-fashion all things in and under God, and bring humanity, even at this late desperate hour, into harmony with its self and original nature. This force of Sacred Activism I believe will be the source of the birthing power that humanity will need to create a new world from the smoking ashes of the one that is now passing away.

On the other hand, The New York Times recently ran a story by Alex Williams about how doomsday survivalism is going mainstream and middle class.

LOVE vs. FEAR.

These are interesting times indeed. I’d say “fasten your seatbelt” if that didn’t run flatly counter to my philosophy.

LOVE vs. FEAR in Descending Kali Yuga

Back to the choice we face as we spiral down the hourglass of the age. In 2012: Two Paths, I talked about LOVE vs. FEAR and then relayed a dream of a global catastrophe in which I did not choose as I would have hoped. As strongly as I feel about choosing LOVE over FEAR, some unaligned levels of my being have their own ideas.

LOVE vs. FEAR is the essential struggle within me.

I know FEAR. I am something of a specialist in it. My childhood was marked by trauma, and this designated me the likely heir to the legacy of my female forebears on my father’s side: panic, anxiety and agoraphobia.

But modern American life didn’t offer me the option of staying home and cooking elaborate family recipes all day, so I battled back, or else it seemed I would fall off the face of the earth.

I refused meds but tried some mainstream behavior therapies. I made what was called progress, but I have to say that much of my adult life was a white-knuckle ride, with me endlessly struggling to “overcome my fears” and coming away from both victories and defeats with the same raw, battered, exhausted feeling that told me I was just too fundamentally defective to deal with the world.

Basically my life was shaped, circumscribed and defined by FEAR.

Somehow, though, another way of thinking unfolded in my consciousness. It started with 11:11 and the chain of synchronicity that I began following at that time. The Kybalion came my way, and through it I learned of the Principle of Polarity and its conscious manipulation: To change an undesirable mental vibration, concentrate on the opposite pole. For me this was a profound revelation. You don’t overcome or otherwise eliminate the darkness. You let in the light.

So that’s path I’ve been traveling. It has been a transformative period. A period in which I’ve come to realize that the way is not to eliminate my “defects” or to adopt “ideal” behaviors as they are defined in American culture, but instead to fully become who I am.

I also came to understand that the opposite side of FEAR is not courage – it’s LOVE.

But while I’ve been moving toward LOVE and away from FEAR, the dominant culture around me has been moving sharply, aggressively, emphatically in the opposite direction. I happen to live in a stronghold of the dominant culture, so I am swimming in waters that are cold, dark and inhospitable. The contradiction is intensely painful – I long to find my Right Place in the World, but that is another story. The point now is simply that the culture in which I live does not support heart-centered living. Instead it is like Michael Corleone’s Family – it keeps pulling me back into my own negativity.

So the LOVE/FEAR polarity is a dynamic opposition within me. The Global Catastrophe dream is a gift because it dramatizes my contradictions and gives me an opportunity to resolve them.

Two points stand out for me:

Although my intention is to choose LOVE, I have trouble actually receiving it. Case in point: the dream opens with me moving to the place I love most in the world. I have longed to move to Maine for almost twenty years now. And there I am in the dream, in the early stages of buying a house there. I went out into the backyard and took a handful of earth, breathing it in deeply because that’s how overjoyed I was. The opening scene is LOVE LOVE LOVE.

Sadly, my dreaming mind could not allow me to receive this abundance. It recoiled from LOVE and put me in a place many people I know FEAR. I lived in Newark for several years. I know better than to react to it with knee-jerk FEAR, like the average white suburbanite around here. Nevertheless, it was not the most pleasant place to live, not back then. It is currently undergoing a renewal, but then it was grim and dilapidated — and very inconvenient in terms of access to reasonably priced goods and services. It had still not recovered since the time of the Rebellion. Newark history and politics aside, when I lived there, my life was circumscribed by scarcity and FEAR.

So my dream consciousness turned from LOVE to FEAR. It diverted me from my ideal place to a place of grim limitation. I need to think more deeply about the ways in which I am not accepting LOVE and instead living in self-imposed scarcity.

The second point concerns my anxiety about how I might react in a crisis of horrific proportions. Up until now, I have been assuming that – in the event of a global catastrophe – evolving might not mean surviving. I guess on some level I was thinking that a global catastrophe would involve a quick exit from this plane. I was not prepared – mentally or otherwise – to live in a post-catastrophe world of slow death by radiation, starvation and mob violence. When faced with that world in the dream, I reverted back into base-level FEAR, absurdly wishing I had stashed cash so that my family and I could somehow finagle our own little way to some semblance of safety.

Clearly I have work to do. The question is not which energy I am carrying because I have both LOVE and FEAR churning within me. I don’t have the answers, but I do know the path lies in the heart. I will continue to work on the heart chakra and on expanding the LOVE that flows through me.

2012: Two Paths

I had a destination in mind with the series of dreams I’ve been posting. I’ve been taking the back roads to a particular point. The question is how to approach 2012 and whatever that may mean: the transition of the ages, earth changes, earth initiation, mass extinction or ascension . . .

Some are hunkering down. They are discussing where in the world to flee, what to hoard, how to fortify themselves with the arms, skills and materials they’ll need to survive.

I can only respectfully say what I feel in my heart to be true: approaching this period with a bunker mentality is the exact opposite of what we need for our highest good and the highest good concerned.

Ever since I was a child, certain words and phrases have hung in the air and glowed for me. The glowing words turn up repeatedly in chains of meaningful coincidence. Over time, they become laden with mysterious significance, and if I follow them, they eventually lead into deeper mysteries. One of my longtime glowing words first came to me courtesy of Led Zeppelin: there are two paths you can go by . . .

Reality is usually not so clear. We face an apparent maze of many highways and byways, but underlying it all are two basic directions. You can label them with various names, but I prefer LOVE vs. FEAR. In one way or another, we approach that fork and make that choice countless times each day. Most of us are inconsistent in our choices, so we tend to walk a rambling road of alternating directions. But our daily choices have a net effect. They add up and the sum total determines the fundamental direction of our lives. Similarly, our individual choices add up and the sum total determines the overall direction of humanity. Ultimately, our choices serve to expand one or the other – LOVE or FEAR – in the world, even the universe. We have free will (more glowing words), and intentionally or not, we shape our world with our choices.

Some forks in the road are milestones, and choices we make there are weighted with profound significance. I believe what we are approaching is a historic milestone for our species, our planet.

We can rationalize all we want, but at the root, it’s either one or the other. LOVE or FEAR. The bunker approach – arming, hoarding, hunkering down – is the path of FEAR. Walking this path expands the principle of FEAR at a critical point in history. Perhaps it might help a couple of those who travel it to survive a cataclysmic event, but at what cost? Is survival on such terms worthwhile? Basically, the means determine the ends. A path rooted in FEAR leads to a more fearful world.

I have no idea what will happen as we spiral down the hourglass of the age, but my inner voice, my dreams, my every intuition tell me that FEAR is the last thing we need. My feeling is that we need to release our small-minded expectations and embrace the potentiality of change with open hearts and minds – with LOVE. We need to cooperate with each other and evolve with our planet. Come what may.

Meeting change is a lot like meeting waves in the ocean. If you meet a wave with fear, you’ll try to hold your place. You’ll be rigid and the water will hit you like bricks. But if you welcome the wave with love, you’ll be flexible and light on your feet. The wave will lift you up and take you somewhere else.

That’s what I choose: LOVE. Somewhere else.

BUT . . . as I mulled over these thoughts and gathered the courage to post them here, I had a dream that seemed to throw a major monkey wrench into everything. At the risk of boring readers but in the name of honesty, I am including the whole dream. The catastrophe and monkey wrench occur in the last five paragraphs:

Dream: Global Catastrophe

On 12/30/07 I dreamt that my husband and I were looking at a house in Maine. I went out into the yard, took a handful of dirt and brought it to my face. I breathed it in deeply and thought about how much I love the earth of this place.

Later we were in Newark with my mother-in-law, Christmas shopping I guess. I volunteered to drive us home (in a little MG we were driving for some reason), but then I realized that my mother-in-law had wandered across the street. We waited for her, and while we waited, some man approached us in a strange and aggressive manner. He ended up retreating, but then my mother-in-law almost went out into the street in front of an oncoming car. We went to help her. By the time we all were back in the little car – a tight squeeze – my shoes were off and I couldn’t get them back on. I was rattled from all the scares and frustrations. I told my husband I was sorry but I couldn’t drive after all. My husband said he understood and took the wheel.

Next thing I knew, the three of us were in store that rented gift boxes. I was trying to find the right size for an oversized children’s outfit. The box I found was too big – they said it would cost $2.75 to rent. I responded that there was a lot of wasted space in it and I wanted to find a better fitting box. The whole point of the store was conserving paper products involved in gift giving.

Meanwhile, my mother-in-law was looking for Christmas cards. I was looking too, it seems. Somehow we ended up at someone’s house looking for cards. They had some stacks there and we were waiting for a turn to look through them. Our goal was frustrated by the fact that they were currently in the hands of an inconsiderate young woman who kept looking up from them to chat with her friends for twenty minutes at a time. My mother-in-law was getting nervous. I was getting mad. Finally I said “Forget it – I don’t have the time to wait all day for a turn to look at these cards. I don’t need them. It’s after Christmas anyway.” I was wondering how we would convince my mother-in-law that she didn’t need them either when she emerged from another room with one card in her hand. It happened to have both her name and her recipient’s name on the front of it. At first I thought it was a custom card, but it turned out to be a regular pre-made commercial card. “Perfect!” we said, remarking on the coincidence. “You can’t beat that!” Then I realized that the design on the front of the card was a cross made of blocks, each block with its own symbol.

Somewhere in here a thin little man with a pinched face announced that there would be a global catastrophe soon and that we had better hoard food and stash cash to prepare for it. He gave us the date, but we didn’t pay attention. He seemed like a mean wacko. It wasn’t clear if he meant what he was saying as a threat or as a prophecy.

Next thing I knew, we were in our kitchen with my mother-in-law. The little man was there, too. He started talking and it wasn’t clear if we were hearing him in person or on the radio. He was saying that the day had arrived and that in X seconds there would be a big blast that would definitely get our attention, even if it was ten thousand miles away. He was sneering. At this point, I was taking his message to be threat, not prophecy. I waited for the prescribed seconds to count down to see if he was for real or just a wacko. At the end of the count down, there was quiet for an extra second or two. Just when I was starting to think it was a false alarm, the lights cut off and the ground shook. There was an ominous rumbling in the distance. The lights returned at brown-out level. The alarm on the stove went off and my mother-in-law apologized for having set it. I went to turn it off and found it set at 10. I turned it to zero and it stopped (it was an old-fashioned timer with a knob).

Now I found myself wishing that I had heeded the warning and stashed cash for this day. I had no idea what had happened and what would happen next. I didn’t even know if having cash mattered at all, but I was thinking it would have been better to have it. Wouldn’t it? Maybe it could make some kind of key difference for us in the chaos that would surely follow. Maybe it would make me feel a little safer. All I knew was that what I was feeling now was horrible beyond words.

The little man resumed his address. He sounded smug that the explosion had gone off as planned or foretold, and he was telling us that we were doomed. Soon the rains will come, he said, and they will carry death. Life on our planet would never be the same.

How could we survive in the little man’s new world? It sounded like hell on earth. What had happened? I wondered if the little man was involved in the detonation of massive nuclear devices. An image came to my mind of a chunk of the globe encompassing Canada being blown clear away, but I had no idea if it was correct. Enraged, I started pounding the little man in my kitchen. I was hauling off and punching him repeatedly in his face and head, but his gloating voice continued on the radio. I realized that the little man in our kitchen was just a man-shaped figure of rags.

Thankfully, I woke up.

- – -

I am going to let this sit as is for now. This was different from the previous earth change dreams I’ve been posting. I definitely have thoughts on its meaning, but I am still processing. For now, I post it all without further comment. Except to wish us all the strength to make our own choices, consciously and with full intent, in the new year and beyond.

Elfin Power Boots

Another dream with an earth change theme . . .

In the fall of 2003, I dreamt I was going about my business in an unfamiliar city. I was trying to get something to eat but one thing or another was standing in my way. I think there was a conflict with a deli owner who would not serve me. But then all those frustrations became irrelevant. One disaster after another was breaking out. Tornadoes. Earth quakes. Dump trucks hurling through the air and crashing on the street. Buildings collapsing. I was in the thick of it. Naturally at first I was terrified. But when I saw a dump truck hurtling toward me, I instinctively sprang forty feet away as if I were wearing elfin power boots.

It was a revelation.

All my life I had been so fearful of potential catastrophes. Now all hell was breaking loose around me and I suddenly understood what to do. I suddenly felt SAFE, probably for the first time ever.

“I get it!” I exclaimed. “Just get out of the way!

And that’s what I did. I sprang my way safely through the chaos – lightly, effortlessly, even joyously. Like I said, it was a revelation.

Then I felt a presence pick me up and hold me with overwhelming love. I became lucid and the dream dissolved.

End of the Night

I am reaching back much further in my journals to include this dream. It isn’t about earth changes per se, but it seems to dramatize the end of an age and the beginning of a new one. I didn’t know anything about Kali Yuga and the four ages then, so this dream is more interesting to me now . . .

On 8/5/95, I dreamt the world was like life-sized nightmare of a video game. The game is abstract, but basically the goal is to survive the night. There are huge, powerful lights in the sky that are attacking us. Some of us on the ground are shooting at them, but others are attacking each other. I don’t understand it.

I am locked outside my childhood home, exposed and vulnerable to attack. Terrified, I hide behind a pine tree at the back edge of the lawn. I find a friend and bring him quietly up to the garage for shelter. Then I realize I want something in the house, so I sneak over. I am afraid that my keys won’t work, but they all do. I unlock the door.

But just as I am making it to a safe place, I can feel the night turn. I realize the game is sort of being broadcast on some kind of radio in the sky. The night host is wrapping up while the dawn host waits to take over. Dawn is safety.

I wait under the pine tree and emerge just as the opening bars of the theme song of the dawn’s show play. The song is “The Creator Has a Master Plan” [which I knew as the opening song of Vicki Star’s show on WBAI back in the nineties].

I run up the yard, passing a middle-aged woman who smiles at me and says “Isn’t this beautiful?” It is. I can almost feel the planet rotating and the darkness starting to lift. When I reach the front of the yard, I look to the sky. There’s a huge fractal-crystal-kaleidoscope in the middle of the sky with a rainbow running across. I feel joy and relief.

Acid Rain World (with Commander Riker)

Yet another installment in this week’s series on dreams with apocalyptic and/or earth change themes:

On May 2, 2006, I dreamt I was back at a strange company (“back” would make it my old company but the world was futuristic) where I was given an enormous office in the VIP area. It was a huge apartment, many times bigger than my little house and absolutely beautiful. The decor surpassed my wildest dreams. Need I say I loved it?

There was some intrigue with priests. Several of us were going around in PJs. Once again, I was some kind of outlaw.

Outside I went. There were others out there who were not so lucky as the people inside the company. Upon observing them, my part in the story suddenly shifted so that I was one of them. The world outside was rough. There were frequent acid rain falls. If you didn’t find shelter, the rain would burn and corrode your flesh. The land was ruined and sandy. I don’t remember seeing any green at all. There was a huge elevated race track hoisted high above the ruined city. There were always cars speeding on it.

There was a camp for the common folk – shelter if you could get in, but there wasn’t enough room for everyone, so you had to be selected for residency. Suddenly I was a kid approaching the camp with my siblings. We were going to see if we’d be chosen. I had mixed feelings because on one hand, the camp was safe from the elements, but on the other, you sacrificed your freedom when you became a resident.

My siblings and I were selected as if for a kickball team on a playground. The next thing I knew, I was viewing the elevated race track from above with Commander Riker from Star Trek TNG. I thought to myself that this would make a good SF story. That’s all I remember.

Turkey Tower

The following is another installment in the series of dreams with apocalyptic themes that I began here.

On 6/11/06, I dreamt that I was walking along the shore when I observed super high waves. I saw that there were people riding the waves, like surfers without boards. One of them was wearing a T-shirt with some kind of phrase or emblem that made me realize I was one of them. We all were tuned into the same frequency, following the same calling.We reached the shore at the special place that has long called me in real life. We were being called there for some kind of earth event.

Suddenly it was upon me to lead everyone, but I didn’t know where to go. I didn’t want to mislead, so I was at a loss as to what to do. I decided to silence my mind, follow my intuition and walk. And so I did, with the others following, until I led us away from the shore, over the road and across a field. Then we came upon a strange circle of stones and ritualistic objects. I asked those around me to stop and wait here to allow the group to gather.

Later I saw boulders moving up a mountain on their sides, so I urged everyone up that mountain. Then, in my mind, I decided it was a certain mountain that is special to me in real life. I am not sure, but I may have forced that identity onto the mountain instead of just letting it emerge. At any rate, when we reached the top, the world around us was transformed so that it was dark, red and smoky with volcanoes erupting all around.

But this latter part was abstract, or viewed from a distance, as in a movie. I found my dream self again in the formal gardens of a mansion from the gilded age. I was trying to find the secret to transformation – initiation. There was some secret word or key I needed.

People were not pleased about me being at the mansion. There were many guests about in twenties clothes. There was a butler in formal butler-wear. I was alone at a stone patio table in the garden. I found there was lunch there and I ate it, though afterwards I worried that I had taken liberties. I couldn’t remember how I had come upon the lunch.

There was some kind of intrigue with a dark secret and the couple who owned the place and a butler. I think the wife ended up killing the butler. This was going on in the background, but I wasn’t particularly interested in it. I was trying to uncover my own secret and it was of a completely different nature.

Somehow “turkey” was important – I realized it was the secret word I was looking for. Then I found myself at the top of a needle-like tower. Turkey tower? I thought to myself and then jumped off the top, sailing downward spread eagle.

On the way down, there were remarkable thoughts and experiences that unfortunately I cannot remember/make sense of outside the dream. But I do remember the ending: I opened my heart and by my own will dissolved myself before I hit the ground.

* * *

When I woke, I immediately transcribed the dream to my best recollection. “Turkey” stood out in more ways than one. Many years ago, when I was in high school, I had a dream in which the word “turkey” occurred with strange and inexplicable importance. Now here it was again, this time as a secret word or key. Right away I saw “turn key” in it. Then I connected the tower to the Tower key in the Tarot and meditated on it.

Little did I know that I my own Tower experience was starting to set up in shadows and would arrive that fall.

Camp Apocalypse

On 4/23/06, I dreamt I was with a number of people out in the wilderness. It was a ruined resort that had been abandoned by its staff. We were using it as a camp. Things were strange and perilous. The world had taken some kind of turn. The sunlight was harsh and orangey. The wilderness was wild and tangled. It was hot. The stars in the night sky were different. Maybe there were just more of them visible, but in the dream, I pointed out to the others some key difference in Orion, I believe, though I don’t know enough about the constellations in real life to convey that difference now.

We were traveling on foot back to the camp/resort. It was dangerous to travel through what we were calling “the open country” like this. People were getting “picked off.” I don’t know how or by whom. And I don’t know why we were traveling despite the danger. But I was a leader of some sort. I was climbing deftly through the wilderness and ruins, pointing out the way for others. When I realized I was doing this, my mind revolted – I can’t do this, I thought. But I was quickly surprised with my adroitness in picking a safe way through the peril. I had never ever in my life moved with such agility, confidence and precision.

Back at the camp, I greeted people and was received warmly. I was surprised by the reception then realized that my vibrations were high and because of this, I was bringing positive energy to the camp. I knew that this was the key for us all – to vibrate at a high level. I wondered how to convince a group of holed up materialists in dire straights that we all need to raise our vibrations.

Before or after this, while we were traveling again, something crashed out of the sky, landing in the brush nearby. And then another thirty or so feet away from the first. Both turned out to be dead deer. I explored the brush near the area and found a dead bird and a dead cat as well. All had fallen out of the sky. People wondered if this was a sign that “the end times” were indeed upon us. “This way,” I said, pointing out a path.

Again we were traveling on foot with packs on our backs. We crossed a lake via narrow planks. Somewhere along here it was night and I pointed out the difference in Orion.

On the other side, a few of us had made it inside another ruined resort – just a few – while most were still traveling or back at the other camp. Someone suggested that we take the $200,000 the previous owners of the camp/resort had left behind and divide it among us, ditching all the others who weren’t there yet. I surprised myself again by making a powerful speech in protest.

Money is irrelevant now, I said. Our survival depends on our cooperation. We are on the edge of a knife. These are potentially our final days. Do you want your last act in life to be one of selfishness and greed, or do you want to stand for cooperation and possibly survive?

My speech convinced people to ignore the $200,000 and rejoin the others. I had never before spoken with such power.

Despite the dire circumstances of the dream world, the dream was a positive experience for me. It felt good to have my expression flowing so clearly and well, and to be able to contribute accordingly.