Dream. from a few years back.

a girl has a vision of herself walking into a bathroom and finding something kinda scary, there is something wrong with the water its all black. when she snaps out of it, she decides to walk into the bathroom and test it out, trying to defy the vision I guess, feeling that maybe she was a little crazy not usually having visions.she sees the very bathroom in front of her. so she walks in and goes into a stall and flushes the toilet. it fills up with black. she exits the bathroom without saying a word still feeling like their was something wrong with herself considering the vision.  hoping it would all go away. she starts down a hallway (school or something) and notices a commotion at the end of the hallway and she looks down and passes a watery black mess on the floor where somebody had tried to mop. thats what the commotion was  about. a girl who was cleaning ended up moping the floors with black water, was scared/ getting in trouble for making a black mess and she was defending saying it was the water. the "girl" is now gone and it is now me who is running throughout the halls wondering what is going on. there were other people around in some of the rooms noticing a unusual smell. enter a more common area and large group of people people were panicking and running out the doors. there is now a large set of stairs, very wide not tall, and lots of glass doors along the top. like you would find in a government building. crowd of people rushing out the doors. and just as I was about to go out the doors military personal slams them all shut to keep people from going out. he was inside as well. I slammed into the door with my hands up against the glass and looked out. wishing I had made it out instead of stuck in here with all the people. outside there was no one walking around but outside the doors on either side were dead bodies lined up side by side covered up. as if someone had already collected the bodies probably the military people before they cam inside. someone had made a good point, I think the military person. they said do you see anyone outside? anyone at all? exactly. and your all trying to rush out there.  backtrack..... it flashes to another scene where there are a couple scientists out in a field with some equipment and masks testing the grass and plants. and noticing a strange smell..... everybody gets gathered together and told to sit on the stairs to wait for some one to talk. so we all sit and I notice up above us(up stairs over railing, loft like) a man standing there looking down at us. I think he looks important and is probably who is going to be talking to us. I remember listening to the talking and taking some notes on my phone like a text message. don't remember at all what was being said though. I was distracted by the guy sitting next to me. I think we connected up at the door trying to get out. and stuck together when we got herded to sit down. so we were sitting next to eachother really close and I felt attracted to him. while taking my text notes I brushed my arm against him in a sad attempt to show some sort of affection or attraction to him. haha he moved further away after I did that. I laughed. this is where it gets weird. in front of us were stores (I guess its a mall now) empty space with sign saying it moved that way. lots of manikins wearing flashy clothing. big heavy drapes were hung in the windows and doorways of this store/ then the manikins moved cause they were real people and a whole bunch of other people came out and it was a big musical dance sequence. lights dimmed and everything. somehow it was part of the presentation. weird, people I know were dancing too. after they tell us we will be split up into two groups, and before anyone could gather themselves where they wanted to be a big wall like thing dropped and divided us for us. I remember a couple getting split up the guy had her hand and was reaching over people they were not sitting together and he was bringing her over so they would be in the same group but they got split up. the guy was in my group. he was big and reminded me of Pams fiance off the office. we started moving around the building in our groups and at this point we were aware of the dangers whatever they were and were being very cautious. we ended up on a lower level of some sort and there was a large bay door and we noticed a gas pump hose going through the door. we were looking for some ones wife who was in the building. I think he was the group leader. so we open up the bay door and behind it is a truck (ambulance?) and and the rest of the gas pump. this is where they keep the trucks and gas them up. his wife was prepping the truck to take it out. there was also a counter where it seems she was making her lunch. after we lifted the bay door we looked through the bottom to see if there was any danger and on the other side was another bay door but this one was leading outside and was partially open. on the other side of this door was the ocean. very close to the shore line. we walked through the bay looking for her and she was not in there but evidence that she was there. we went to the outside bay door and opened it along with the man door beside it. we looked outside for her, realizing the danger was outside. but it was so nice to see the outside and breathe the air just for a minute. I think we all were hoping that outside wouldn't hurt us like we were told. But I got the impression  that there was something safe about the ocean, that being in it or near it would keep us safe. that it wasn't the ocean that was doing the harm.it was so calm and although we all new that outside was dangerous, nobody said a word while these doors were open. we then closed the doors assuming that she got out and just sat inside in front of the first bay door on some stair or bleacher type seating. that bay door we left open now. there was a door off to the side and behind it was a room much the same and the other group was in there. we were supposed to stay separated cause we were safer from infection in a smaller group. I am not sure when I realized that something  that was contaminating the air (and water) outside was "infecting" people. very much like a zombie movie. people got sick and then spread it to others and were dangerous when the were sick. there was a desk in the room with the truck and I ran and hid under it when someone in out group got sick. the leader man grabbed her and brought her to the side door and tossed her in the room with the others, closed and locked the door. that was mean but I guess it was survival of the fittest at this point. we knew now that the other group was most likely sick. still under the desk we hear a knock from the outside door( gong to the ocean) thinking it is the wife, the guy rushes and opens it. she is sick and rushes in. we all panic but I am not sure what happens to her after that. may they got her back outside, I don't know cause I was hiding. out from under the desk now another girl girl gets infected, maybe from the wife. I see it this time. she starts to have a seizure which is the first sign of the sickness, still safe for us though. a man is holding her while she starts to have seizures her head is tipped back. she has blond hair just past the shoulders. kind of large waves. I remembered that she was an actress. this is the first time I felt a connection for the people who were losing there lives, because we had learned about each other in our groups. at some point the side door was opened again and we could see the people were all infected. there skin got sweaty slimy and really pale. we shut the door fast. the actress instead of getting sick ended up having a white light around her and sparkles and she stood up. she looked angelic. I realized that she had been chosen as a good person to not get sick when infected but to get better (better then normal was). it seemed to have an opposite affect. And I thought that only the bad were getting sick! she gave us a message. she said that we must help each other heal. that is what we were meant to do, that if we help each other heal no one would get sick. and we were given tools to use to help each other. ( the tools were sticks of gum...?)  so we opened up the door and we all sat together not being afraid anymore. I was trying to show somebody how to make a boat out of their gum wrapper like grandma always did. sometime after this we all seemed to be living harmoniously together (some time had passed) and there was a video game some people were playing with a girl and a tree and a song, can't remember what was said at all but it implied that the tree was a symbol of God. the end.

Dream: second week of January 2012

was in  a house with mom and possibly a sister…. this house was where we lived but not our current  "real" life house. Marc was sitting at the kitchen table, eating maybe…. it was a pleasant surprise that he was there but it felt just as though he belonged and all was as it should be. I walked to him and sat on his lap and we had happy moment sharing a few kisses, smiles and laughs. We all turned our attention to the window which was facing a lake, a store was coming and we were watching very large waves on the lake. We were also noticing all the boats that were still on the lake, and now instead of a storm it was more like winter coming and the lake was starting to freeze. The boats were a concern now that the lake was freezing. There was a very big ship that had been brought in to remove the boats from the lake and now we were watching as boats were being loaded onto a platform. With question of course, wondering who it was that was in charge, military or something. Marc and I got our shoes and coats on and went out to the beach to watch. We had gotten in the way somehow and I remember us getting our feet wet from standing in snow where it wasn't frozen through yet on the lake. There were men around and as we started to walk away I heard some of them talking and one had maybe said my name? I turned around to go talk to them. It seemed there concerned about us "seeing" something. So I innocently replied that I was not there for any reason just passers by watching and didn't want to get in their way so we were going home now. Marc and I went into another place along the beach but it was not the same place as my home. sarah was there too. This gets a little blurry what happens in here. Sarah starts having a seizure, Marc goes onto of her to hold her down and I watch…. then I asks if every things is ok and if she is having a seizure or something. then its a bit blurry again…. I looked back outside towards the beach and there are many people, all dressed in a  type of uniform, it was very intimidating as if it were military. But the uniforms were more like capes of gowns (like grad gowns?) in a blue colour. and reminded me more of religious garb. The were all standing in lines. One row of them were on the shoreline facing the water and were ready to dive in. They were wearing less and the blue was like a small capelet on them. Then there were men in the house and I could not find Marc and Sarah, (I was only looking for Marc though) It was crowded and I got the feeling that the people were hostile. Guarding because we knew something, cause we saw what was happening on the lake. I went outside the front of the building this time and outside it looked like a rec centre with a parking lot and cement entry way metal rails etc. It was night time, and I was in a panic to get to Marc. I think I "knew" where he was or could be. I looked around and tried to catch a ride from people who might be leaving and some who were waiting for a ride. I became conscious of my dreaming and noticed a set of stairs that looked like it would lead me to where i wanted to go but upon further inspection, I realized that the "dream state" was trying to trick me by creating a set of stairs that would either not take me in the right direction or somehow take me longer then it should. Potentially take me up when the stairs were really heading down…. while contemplating this, I witness a ghostlike being ascending up the stairs but floating instead of walking….  I noticed right away that this would only happen in a dream state and I ignored all of this and went the other way. I then started to chase somebody and again became aware of myself dreaming, Usually I will wake myself if I become aware but this time I noted that I would not wake up, and I could use this opportunity to ask a question to the person I was chasing, I asked something but I do not remember what…. the dream slipped away into blackness after that. I did not immediately wake up, but soon after I did. 

STOP. you are not a machine.

Past Life Regression

Past Life regression 1:                                                                                                Jan 15 2012

asking: why the miscarriages?

I see my feet, I am wearing a type of shoe/sandal but it is closed over the toe. I am wearing something like a robe. I am a man in my 50's. I see my surroundings and I see dry and hot, but around me is greenery, palm trees perhaps? Seems like very biblical times… I am a farmer

A woman is beside me as I look around, she is young, has golden long curly hair, is wearing some kind of headpiece/veil, pregnant. 

I speed ahead to the end of this life, in the moments before I die. He is sitting up on a mountain the rocks are very dark. He is alone. he is very sad, possibly crying. head in hands. I realize then that he he takes his own life by jumping off the rocks. 

I understand that I need to forgive myself. 

My angel's message at that time was: Angel did not say anything but instead handed me a diamond. ??

Carried into another time. I see a young woman dressed in a long backless gown, short hair. It is clearly 1930's. I see her pose and then a flash. She is modelling in front of a camera. She is actor/model/singer not sure which but is a known name, not sure how known. 20 years old, white, in New York sometime between 1930-33. The only people around me are a crowd of unknowns… crew members etc. I saw myself walk through the crowd and into and area where there are less people.. into a room. and I see her reflection in a mirror sitting at a table. looks to be a dressing table. She looks (I look) and feel depressed and she looks at herself. 

I speed ahead to the end of this life, in the moments before I die. I see her sitting in a bathtub with a type of needle or hook in her hand. She is alone. I understand what is happening, and understand that she dies by self abortion. 

I understand that I need to forgive myself.

My angel message at that time was: I don't remember the message.

"One 1932 study estimated that illegal abortions or complications from them were the cause of death for 15,000 women each year. Current, more conservative, estimates of the death toll still stand at between 5,000 and 10,000 deaths per year.

Some of these deaths were the result of the abortions themselves, but many more were from infection and hemorrhaging afterward. Because of the fear of being punished and socially ostracized, many women--and their doctors--kept their real condition a secret."  link

Past Life Regression 2:                                                                                            Jan 16 2012

Asking: When and from where do I know Marc's soul?

At first I see a stairwell, it is made out of mud and sticks. it curves up and around a corner. there are books on the steps and a window in the wall. 

Then I see my feet, again I am wearing sandals. dark clothing like a woollen shift belted at the waist.  my skin is darker (brown) I am a woman. The landscape is green. I feel like I am european but could be from anywhere Mediterranean.  year 862.

Then I see I am laying down in a bed inside my house it is relatively dark inside. Someone is sitting beside my bed, holding my hand. am I sick or something? I look at this Man and immediately recognize this soul as Marc. 

I speed ahead to the last moments of this life. I am standing inside this same house, there is a large fireplace it is build from mud as are the rest of the walls. There are branches along the top as a mantle. there are beds on either side of the fireplace. I realize that the stairwell from the beginning must be a part of this house. There is a panic and the man is standing in the middle of the room preparing for attack, we can hear men outside. We are being attacked. I was crouched behind him near the bed and fireplace. I am holding a baby. I see that there are small bottles and vials and such in the house. I understand that there is a battle going on. I am unsure if it was an attack specifically on us or if it could have been on a larger scale, perhaps with a whole village, religious group etc. I also understand at this moment that we were murdered by these people. The man protecting us died fighting, and so did I. And so did the baby in my arms.

I understand that I have to forgive these men for murdering us. And I have to forgive myself for failing to protect my baby. 

my Angel message at that time was: [Favana], this is/was the beginning. 

"One of the most important periods in mankind's history occurred in the ninth century in Europe during the reign of the Carolingian emperors. For, there occurred a battle in which the future direction of western civilisation was decided between taking either the spiritual or the purely materialistic path" link

I am carried to another time. I see my feet and they are bare. I am walking in sand. I have on a long dark garment. I am a woman. 33 years old. I have a veil over my head or face. The year is 1800's. I see myself walking through a public area looks like docks, I see ships. There are things like barrels all around. I am carrying something and looking out towards the ships. A man startles me by either grabbing the thing out of my hand or slapping it out of my hands rather aggressively. He is shouting. I startle but carry on walking, paying attention this time. 

The I see a man sitting down, he is a fat man. I recognize this man as Greg's soul. I realize that I am owned. And I believe it is this man who owns me. I see myself polishing some silver vases. I escape this man (I think by killing him) and live the rest of my life free. 

I speed ahead to the end of my life. I see myself as an old woman dying in her bed surrounded by her children. 

My angel message at this time was: I don't remember the message.


used: Doreen Virtue's past life regression with the angels audio CD

Dream. 19.12.11

I was walking in a place that was far from home. Wherever I was, I was new here and had nowhere to go. I was walking near a motel thinking that I might get in out of the cold. (I felt like I was in my current  hometown, possibly the Western budget motel) As I got close I was looking in the windows, seeing people, and thinking I couldn't get in without being seen. So I carried on. Next, I came along townhouses/rowhouses and I was walking along the doorsteps and looking in each of them... It was getting dark out and it was also snowy/wet/icy outside like it is this time of year... Behind me, I heard someone come out of one the doors I passed by. He walked out and down to the road. I came to the end and I turned to go down to the road as well, stepping down old and cracked cement steps. Careful not to slip on the ice. I went to the road and ended up behind the man who had come out of the house. The residential road we were on was switchback-y, going down a hill. This is when I realized I must be in Nelson. (which is completely relevant, as I will be moving there in a few months time) I watched the man from behind and recognized him as the guy who works at Starbucks (in real life) who I had seen recently a few times. He wears a long black jacket and has long black hair worn in a ponytail and a bandana around the forehead. I do not know what his face looks like... So I watched him, and before rounding the sharp corner of the road, he stopped and looked around, as if to make sure no one was looking. Our eyes met, and I smiled at him. He didn't seem bothered that I had seen him. He then crouched down and went into an opening that was in the hill. (remember it was a steep switchback road) I went over to the corner and looked and was surprised to see many holes in the road. Small enough that a car could drive over without trouble, like a pothole I guess. But big enough to fit a person through. These holes were like cave entrances. I remember talking to myself saying something like, "holy crap, what is this.... ? he's got a hiding spot down here...." I stepped on the edge of one of the holes with the intention of going in, when I saw his face in the darkness. He said to me, "come down here: at the same time pulling my feet and then grabbing around my waist to help me down. I was immediately drawn to my surroundings, noticing that he had many candles lit, a few bits of furniture, and a bit of some things on the walls. While I looked around, he still held me around my waist, rather closely. I felt totally good with this. As I continued to look around the space, it started to develop more. More things started to appear. I next noticed a sink. I was thinking, wow how'd he get plumming down here! I wonder if he has a bathroom?! The sink was like an old kitchen sink, maybe a little on the industrial side (not huge though) and it was dingy old. He lead me down a few steps as if we were in a split level, the upper level had a railing sectioning it off from the lower one. I wondered if he had a bathroom, all of a sudden I noticed one, I could see it around the corner on the upper level. I thought all this was a little incredible. I then notice light fixtures on the walls, and again, surprised that he even had electricity running down here! No longer lit by candles... and the place was starting to look brighter. I went towards him and slid my arms around his body and just melted into his arms again. He held me and I put my head on his chest. It felt good, and I smiled. I felt comforted and warm. Happy to have found this stranger. He pulled away slightly and looked at me. and said to me, "you have the most beautiful eyes.." I felt like he wanted to kiss me then, but I turned my head away. Pretended I didn't notice. I didn't really want to kiss, I was happy in this moment. The place was looking brighter and more like a home. We sat down on a couch and talked, I don't know what it was about, but it was pleasant chit chat. I got close to him and put my arms around him again and cuddled up to his chest again. I swung my legs over his legs. I felt so much contentment. I remember feeling the smile and feeling myself breathe. I looked around and saw that this underground cave was now a beautiful home. In front of me was a dining table and a light fixture hanging overtop. I looked back to the upper level and saw nicely painted walls with beautiful artwork, and I thought how he had such great taste in art. I looked up at the ceiling and noticed exposed beams and pipes like a cool loft apartment. I felt this intense feeling that I had found my home and I would surely be here again in this home, and with him. We got up and I looked into the area where the living/dining space was (which evidently was the opposite end from the end I entered in) This whole end was lined with windows. The sun was shining in. Outside I could see the wet street glistening from the sunlight. I asked him how he had he found such and amazing place. He told me it was an old bunker from an old organic farm that used to be on the land here before they developed it. When I looked at him, there was a happiness and an excitement about him. He smiled. I knew it was because he found me.

A while later, his mother, aunt and someone else arrived. They noticed how happy he was... they were not used to seeing him like that..... And for some reason we needed to fly to washington. I have a feeling it was for family. We got in my car and I drove to the airport. The aunt was getting uptight about my driving, because I was going a bit fast for in town. I very quickly became a part of this family. Felt as though I had belonged there all along. When I first saw the guy out on the street, I felt a connection. Once in his arms, I felt I belonged there. and as if we had known each other all along. 

Occupy This

Most people hide the things they are ashamed of or don’t want other people to know about. That is why the largest number of you hide your sexuality, and that is why nearly all of you hide your money. That is to say, you are not open about it. You consider your money to be a very private matter. And therein lies the problem.

If everyone knew everything about everybody’s money situation, there would be an uprising in your country and on your planet, the likes of which you have never seen. And in the aftermath of that there would be fairness and equity, honesty and true for-the-good-of-all priority in the conduct of human affairs.

It is now not possible to bring fairness or equity, honesty, or the common good to the marketplace because money is so easy to hide. You can actually, physically, take it and hide it. There are also all manner of means by which creative accountants can cause corporate money to be “hidden” or to “disappear.”

Since money can be hidden, there is no way for anyone to know exactly how much anyone else has or what they are doing with it. This makes it possible for a plethora of inequity, if not to say double-dealing, to exist. Corporations can pay two people vastly different wages for doing the same job, for instance. They can pay one person $57,000 a year while paying the other $42,000 a year, for performing the exactly identical function, giving one employee more than the other simply because the first employee has something the second employee does not.

What’s that?

A penis.

Oh.

Yes. Oh, indeed.

But You don’t understand. Having a penis makes the first employee more valuable than the second; quicker witted, smarter by half, and, obviously, more capable.

Hmmm. I don’t remember constructing you that way. I mean, so unequal in abilities.

Well, You did, and I’m surprised You don’t know it. Everyone on this planet knows it.

We’d better stop this now, or people will think we’re really serious.

You mean You’re not? Well, we are! The people on this planet are. That’s why women can’t be Roman Catholic or Mormon priests, or show up on the wrong side of the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem, or climb to the top job in Fortune 500 companies, 

or pilot airliners, or—

Yes, we get the point. And My point is that pay discrimination, at least, would be much more difficult to get away with if all money transactions were made visible, instead of hidden. Can you imagine what would happen in every workplace on the globe if all companies were forced to publish all the salaries of all the employees? Not the salary ranges for particular job classifications, but the actual compensation awarded to each individual.

Well, there goes “playing two ends against the middle,” right out the window. 

Yup.

And there goes, “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

Yup.

And there goes, “Hey, if we can get her for a third less, why should we pay more?”

Uh-huh.

And there goes apple polishing, and kissing up to the boss, and the “inside track,” and company politics, and—

And much, much more would disappear from the workplace, and from the world, through the simple expedient of uncovering the money trail. Think of it. If you knew exactly how much money each of you holds and the real earnings of all of your industries and corporations and each of their executives—as well as how each person and corporation is using the money it has—don’t you think that would change things? Think about this. In what ways do you think things would change?

The plain fact is that people would never put up with 90 percent of what is going on in the world if they knew what was going on. Society would never sanction the extraordinarily disproportionate distribution of wealth, much less the means by which it is gained, or the manner in which it is used to gain more, were these facts known, specifically and immediately, by all people everywhere.

Nothing breeds appropriate behaviour faster than exposure to the light of public scrutiny. That is why your so-called Sunshine Laws have done so much good in clearing away some of the awful mess of your political and governance system. Public hearings and public account- ability has gone far toward eliminating the kinds of back-room antics that went on in the twenties, thirties, forties, and fifties in your town halls and school boards and political precincts—and national government as well.

Now it is time to bring some “sunshine” to the way you deal with compensation for goods and services on your planet.

What are You suggesting?

This is not a suggestion, it is a dare. I dare you to throw out all your money, all your papers and coins and individual national currencies, and start over. Develop an international monetary system that is wide open, totally visible, immediately traceable, completely accountable.  Establish a Worldwide Compensation System by which people would be given Credits for services rendered and products produced, and Debits for services used and products consumed. Everything would be on the system of Credits and Debits. Returns on investments, inheritances, winnings of wagers, salaries and wages, tips and gratuities, everything. And nothing could be purchased without Credits. There would be no other negotiable currency. And everyone’s records would be open to everyone else.

It has been said, show me a man’s bank account, and I’ll show you the man. This system comes close to that scenario. People would, or at least could, know a great deal more about you than they know now. But not only would you know more about each other; you would know more about everything. More about what corporations are paying and spending—and what their cost is on an item, as well as their price. (Can you imagine what corporations would do if they had to put two figures on every price tag—the price and their cost? Would that bring prices down, or what! Would that increase competition, and boost fair trade? You can’t even imagine the consequences of such a thing.)

Under the new Worldwide Compensation System, WCS, the transfer of Debits and Credits would be immediate and totally visible. That is, anybody and everybody could inspect the account of any other person or organization at any time. Nothing would be kept secret, nothing would be “private.”

The WCS would deduct 10 percent of all earnings each year from the incomes of those voluntarily requesting such a deduction. There would be no income tax, no forms to file, no deductions to figure, no “escape hatch” to construct or obfuscation to manufacture! Since all records would be open, everyone in the society would be able to observe who was choosing to offer the 10 percent for the general good of all, and who was not. This voluntary deduction would go toward support of all the programs and services of the government, as voted on by the people.

The whole system would be all very simple, all very visible.

The world would never agree to such a thing.

Of course not. And do you know why? Because such a system would make it impossible for anyone to do anything they didn’t want someone else to know about. Yet why would you want to do something like that anyway? I’ll tell you why. Because currently you live within an interactive social system based on “taking advantage,” “getting the edge,” “making the most,” and “the survival of the so-called fittest.”

When the chief aim and goal of your society (as it is in all truly enlightened societies) is the survival of all; the benefit, equally, of all; the providing of a good life for all, then your need for secrecy and quiet dealings and under the table maneuverings and money which can be hidden will disappear.

Do you realize how much good old-fashioned corruption, to say nothing of lesser unfairnesses and inequities, would be eliminated through the implementation of such a system? The secret here, the watchword here, is visibility.

~From chapter 16, Conversations With God book 2 

 Neale Donald Walsch

There is life.....