Crisis – Safe House

Story of finding myself overseeing a 'safe house' during first seed talks, immediately after activating the hidden program to end the multiverse occupation
Vintage home drawing, December 1887 Scientific American Architects and Builders Edition

Playing Host

The scene changed again entirely.  I was me – the mom – in charge of my ‘house’.  In this dream I knew that lots of teens/kids/relatives were visiting.  The relatives had shown up and the kids had invited their friends.  I was host to a couple dozen guests.  I was willing to host them – but not willing to go out of my way and be taken advantage of.  They’d all come for a specific 7-day event and this was the next to last day.  I was in the kitchen with Sierra, making meal plans.  My nephew was sitting on a barstool, overhearing our discussion.

Ingratitude & Entitlement

I said that today I’d make sausages, fresh berries and scones.  Tomorrow I’d serve oatmeal and orange juice.  Sierra turned up her nose in complaint, and began wheedling to get more and ‘better’ food.  I would not be swayed.  I was firm – “No.  You already had bacon, pancakes, scalloped potatoes with ham, donuts that one morning, fresh pineapple, waffles”. I counted off the days and all of the breakfasts I’d fixed.  I declared, “This isn’t a restaurant.  You invited them all and I didn’t mind.  I’ve fed them breakfast and a midnight snack every day.  They get plenty to eat during the ‘talks’.  I’ve provided potato chips, cake, chocolate chip cookies, chips and guacamole.  Enough is enough.”

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Crisis – Last Outpost

Princess Elisabeth Antarctic Research Station
Princess Elisabeth Antarctic Research Station

Last Outpost

I waded into the shore as the scene changed.  I’d been swimming parallel to the suspension bridge, aiming for the opposite shoreline, but I was no longer in a city.  This was no longer a river or a channel.  I was in the wilderness.  In my mind was the idea that I’d just swum from the mainland across ocean to a peninsula in a chain of islands.  I saw this as the Alaskan Peninsula.  I think I’d just swam the equivalent of the Bering Sea.  I stood at the end of the peninsula.

There was one structure standing.  I saw it as something like one of those old Canadian outposts, the only sign of ‘civilization’ anywhere nearby.  I called it a ‘way station; and I saw it as many things.  It was a bit like one of those travel convenience centers along a highway, but in this case much more, since it was the only one for thousands of miles. Beyond was what on earth would be the artic circle – the untamed, frozen north.

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Crisis – Swimming Across the Multiverse

Story of swimming across the multiverse sea, in the midst of occupation and martial law, in order to activate the hidden program at the crucial moment
Caen, Normandy in ruins after bombings of July 8th and 9th, 1944

The Occupation

The ‘city’ had come to a complete standstill.  With a bone-chilling shudder I became lucid in the dream and realized that it was the entire multiverse.  In my dreams it was a huge industrial city, with the feel of a place that’s both utterly polluted and completely corrupted.  I thought of it sort of like German-occupied Poland and also like Moscow under soviet rule.  It had been ‘bad’ for a long time.  But then recently someone had seized power and now wielded it far more destructively.  They were intent upon total domination at any cost, even the self-annihilation of this whole creation.

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Betrayal at the Highest Level – Dream

Story of unthinkable betrayal at the highest level within this creation, a potential reaching back to the start, finally revealed and out in the open
Winter Tree Cross – by marcusway33

Unthinkable Betrayal

Last night (Sat 5/14) was betrayal. I’ve had a hard time all day accepting it. I’ve been one huge knot of tension, but I can’t seem to face it. I can barely even get myself to consider it. In the dream the betrayer had revealed him/herself because s/he thought the success of the rebellion was assured. I don’t know who betrayed us, but it was huge – the ultimate betrayal. It was someone I/we trusted so completely, so unquestionably, that it was unthinkable. It was someone we partnered with on all levels through all of history. It was someone I thought of as a spirit without gender, someone who didn’t embody here, not one of the first seeds – someone with much more knowledge and power.

Today I wondered who that would be. Who would be the equivalent in my life now? I considered what it would be like to discover that my Beloved was betraying us all along – but I know that it wasn’t him. I wouldn’t even get the waking message that we’d been betrayed if he wasn’t here channeling the message to me. I considered what it would be like if Jaya betrayed all of us – but I know it wasn’t her either. Those two examples were to show me the magnitude of it. They’re the two I trust here with everything, and it feels like it’s on that scale. Not Jaya’s Beloved. Not Gaia. Who besides us sisters and our beloveds would we trust like that? I considered one of the ten immortals and I decided I’d better not make guesses and cast any stones in the wrong direction.

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The Original House – You Can Never Go Home

Story of visiting my original house, where I resided when I began creating this multiverse, to reminisce one final time on the eve of it's destruction
Wooden footbridge in fog – photographer unknown

Remember last time?

My dad/son showed up.  I realized that my chaos family had folded my father-son first seed out of me.  Neither of them realizes it consciously yet, but both my dad and my eldest son are spirit facet and soul fragment pairs connected to the same higher self.  Our pattern has been parent – child – parent, raising one another in progression.  All of my 144 first seeds were split into these parts, divided into 10x10x10 or more each with a different general pattern but some variety too, to live lots of experiences at once, from many different perspectives.  He showed up both as my parent, to remind me to be safe, and as my child, to remind me that I’m a role model and accountable for more than just myself.

As my dad, he said skeptically, “Remember the last time?” I thought back to showing off for him long ago, demonstrating that old thrill when I was already way too big for it.  I remembered that I’d slid down, tearing off shingles left and right and sending rails falling into the abyss.  It hadn’t been safe then – not in a long, long time.  I sensed his unspoken disapproval for what I’d been about to do, as well as his wish that I actually could be young again and enjoy it as it was.  I suddenly felt foolish and my bravado turned to chagrin.

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The Original House – Return to Innocence

Story of visiting my original house, where I resided when I began creating this multiverse, to reminisce one final time on the eve of it's destruction
Through the looking glass – by Natalia Rak


Thursday night I had two main dreams.  One was split between the start and end of the night, with the other in between as an interlude.  That first and last dream was very long and complicated, about the ‘spirit elections’.  It gave me all sorts of crazy unbelievable – yet perfectly logical and believable – clues about the current earth elections and who is who’s higher self, what they’re up to and why on the spirit planes.  [Note:  I’m not going to share that here.  Someday in the distant future it will be available in my notes and memoirs]

It was the next day in the dream and I visited some home I’d lived in very long ago – way before everything else.  I thought of it as ‘the original house’.  For reference I remembered that it was before the predecessors of the Pleiadians and Arcturians were even born.  In the dream it was like visiting my old home in Colorado in the sense that I’d LOVED living there, and had felt ‘at home’ there like nowhere else here before or since, like it was where I truly belonged.  I’d spent my existence since then wishing that I could return there, as I’ve spent my life reminiscing and wishing I could return to Colorado.

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Preparing to Activate the Hidden Program

Story of dreamwork and gnosis to prepare me to activate a hidden program within this creation, build up my confidence, and prevent outside interference
Metaphisyc Door – by Mihai Criste (mihai82000 on DeviantArt)

Convincing Myself

In the dream I must have been arguing and rejecting my acclaim as creation programmer, and needed much convincing.  Why else would I spend the whole night reviewing what it felt like to be ‘me’?  I could have given myself one dream and left it at that.  Instead I went through example after example after example of reminding myself of creating in all sorts of different ways and combinations for all sorts of possibilities.  I’d say, “Remember when those creators asked for my help…” and “Then there was the creation where…” and “I shocked everyone by breaking that pattern and doing the complete opposite when I teamed up with those sisters to…”.

Why would Hallow ever need to impress me?  Why would my higher self need to spend a whole night bragging to myself?  I wouldn’t!  No, it wasn’t just for my benefit as Amy.  I somehow knew that I wasn’t just congratulating myself.  It seemed really important to convince myself as Hallow that I’m the genius behind this program, and to build up my confidence, so that I could handle the ultimate challenge now.  That was me, pep talking myself!  It feels like, “Here goes – all or nothing!”

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dream warning – the lucifer pretender threat

nebra-sky-disk-3[6]07.25.16 – The dream began with an outdoor evening concert. It was a lovely choral arrangement and I noticed the moon bright in the sky. Oddly it was a crescent moon with seven bright, huge stars alight within the dark part of the curve. I thought to myself, “That’s strange. It’s not just the moon, but a signal.”

Others noticed and suddenly everyone was captivated. Before panic set in there was a mass psychic broadcast to everyone on the planet. “Greetings! We have signaled our arrival and we come in peace. We are here to help you endure a coming threat. We will select individuals to pair with and communicate our suggestions to them. Please understand we are here out of concern for your survival.” Read more about this dream of warning.

The Crossing X – Deciphering the Dream

This is part X of XI of The Crossing ceremony, work my sister and I performed during the first twenty-one days of February 2016.  We needed to perform it secretly, and so we ourselves were not fully cognizant of the scope and implications of what we were doing until after the fact, when we gave ourselves a review.  All of the stories can be found here:

Story of The Crossing ceremony - review and interpretation of my visions then remembering more dream precognition of the conclusion
by Eliza Wheeler

In the room I knew that I faced the evidence of tragedy, body parts bubbling to the surface.  I don’t know why a facet of mom appeared to distract me.  Her higher self isn’t even here now.  She was one of the forty-two who imploded out of this multiverse, and I’ve done plenty of ranting the past year about quitters giving up, deserters not sticking it out or facing their karma, cowards taking the easy road and not doing their penance, selfish children not making amends for the damage they caused.  It still feels like cheating to me, and I’m still furious about it and heartbroken too.  I really WANTED them to heal and endure and go on here, to transform and heal everyone in the process.  How does them leaving help anyone?  It’s still such a shock. Continue reading “The Crossing X – Deciphering the Dream”

The Crossing IX – Onward!

This is part IX of XI of The Crossing ceremony, work my sister and I performed during the first twenty-one days of February 2016.  We needed to perform it secretly, and so we ourselves were not fully cognizant of the scope and implications of what we were doing until after the fact, when we gave ourselves a review.  All of the stories can be found here:

Story of The Crossing ceremony - reviewing, interpreting, and filling in the 'ending' of this long period of work, from my dream precognition
Ship in the Clouds by Jean-Sébastien Rossbach

Phew.  That emotion took hours to pass through, and process and describe.  Now it’s like coming out the other side of a long tunnel.  I feel reintegrated, like my parts were dispersed and have come back together now, and I have perspective.

Upon waking I’d known that I was readying a large company last night to move locations, exactly as I’d dreamed, but also in reality.  I saw them as ‘children’ because they were spirits from this multiverse and had never ventured beyond it yet.  I’m fairly certain now that they were preparing to relocate permanently from this multiverse to the next one, the one my family and sisters are readying for our next creation.  This must have been a big exodus of beings from this multiverse to take part in the next, those we pre-arranged to have accompany us and be part of that one.  I don’t know what 17 1/2 miles represents.  I reiterated it in my mind many times in the dream, but my gnosis isn’t interpreting it for me now – meaning it must be something too emotional for me to accept yet. Continue reading “The Crossing IX – Onward!”