Dreams
of
Earth Changes
Foreword
The reason I
am making some of my dreams public is in the hope it may help the
global awakening and evolution of consciousness. My dreams are personal
and very private to me and publishing them is a big step for me, a step I
make with love and trust but not without a warning: I retain the common
law copyright of this material. No publication or use of this material
is permitted unless with my express prior written permission, and then
only respectful and helpful use is allowed. I will be the judge of
whether I like the use or not and can withdraw my consent any time.
Furthermore, I do not give permission to be "analysed" or psychologically evaluated. I am a seer, a psychic, a shaman and a Yogini and therefore my dreams are different from the dreams of people who do not have these gifts. Much of what I dream comes from the Goddess and is given to me in symbols that make sense to me, though they may make none to you. Anybody who is abusing this material to do me harm, in any way will get trouble, if not legal then karmic. And yes, I do know how to cast a baneful spell and I will if forced to! Besides, the spirits and the ancestors protect me, as well as the gods, and it would be wise not to annoy them... LOL
Also, my dreams are not politically correct and I am not going to edit them to suit emotional pansies. When I write a dream down I try to put as many descriptive adjectives in as possible, because that will help me later to recognise patterns. So I may write: a tall man, or a fat man, a dark haired woman, a blonde woman, a black man or a white man. Just because I notice these differences does not mean I do not respect people. The beauty of this earth is in its diversity which should be preserved and enjoyed, rather than judged and levelled to a grey goo of humanity as the New World Order seeks to do.
This whole political correctness is just stifling our freedom of expression and open dialogue among the People. We may notice that somebody has a different skin colour, eye colour, hair colour, is tall or thin or fat or short, but that doesn't mean that we don't love them or respect them. And yes, I have heard hate speech and racist speech against me for being white and for my nationality -- and guess what? I shrugged it off, annoying as it was. Some people are just narrow minded and ignorant, can't help it. And it won't get better by locking everybody up who says something silly. Try laughter instead and be above it!
None of my dreams or the things I write are intended to hurt anybody. I am a straightforward woman, maybe even blunt. Though I spare people's feelings whenever possible, the truth needs to be spoken. Truth is my highest ideal and I aspire to being a truthful woman rather than being a popular polite liar!
May you always walk in truth, in love and in peace.
Enjoy!
Furthermore, I do not give permission to be "analysed" or psychologically evaluated. I am a seer, a psychic, a shaman and a Yogini and therefore my dreams are different from the dreams of people who do not have these gifts. Much of what I dream comes from the Goddess and is given to me in symbols that make sense to me, though they may make none to you. Anybody who is abusing this material to do me harm, in any way will get trouble, if not legal then karmic. And yes, I do know how to cast a baneful spell and I will if forced to! Besides, the spirits and the ancestors protect me, as well as the gods, and it would be wise not to annoy them... LOL
Also, my dreams are not politically correct and I am not going to edit them to suit emotional pansies. When I write a dream down I try to put as many descriptive adjectives in as possible, because that will help me later to recognise patterns. So I may write: a tall man, or a fat man, a dark haired woman, a blonde woman, a black man or a white man. Just because I notice these differences does not mean I do not respect people. The beauty of this earth is in its diversity which should be preserved and enjoyed, rather than judged and levelled to a grey goo of humanity as the New World Order seeks to do.
This whole political correctness is just stifling our freedom of expression and open dialogue among the People. We may notice that somebody has a different skin colour, eye colour, hair colour, is tall or thin or fat or short, but that doesn't mean that we don't love them or respect them. And yes, I have heard hate speech and racist speech against me for being white and for my nationality -- and guess what? I shrugged it off, annoying as it was. Some people are just narrow minded and ignorant, can't help it. And it won't get better by locking everybody up who says something silly. Try laughter instead and be above it!
None of my dreams or the things I write are intended to hurt anybody. I am a straightforward woman, maybe even blunt. Though I spare people's feelings whenever possible, the truth needs to be spoken. Truth is my highest ideal and I aspire to being a truthful woman rather than being a popular polite liar!
May you always walk in truth, in love and in peace.
Enjoy!
The Great Purification 19/12/2009
I
was standing on a wide plain bordered by distant mountains. The
landscape looked definitely American. As I looked up in the sky I
noticed many military planes executing strange manoeuvres and releasing
chemtrails. But these chemtrails were unlike any I had ever seen. They
weren't straight but curvy and bendy and wound their way through the sky
like gigantic serpents intertwining with each other and forming a
gigantic basket weave. With my supernatural vision I could see the Earth
from horizon to horizon, from one side of the equator to the other. The
web around the Earth was rounded and looked like a gigantic cap that
had been placed over the whole northern hemisphere, all the way down to
the equator. I then flew with my spirit body all around the earth and
observed that the southern hemisphere too was enclosed by this gigantic
web. It was in fact as if a gigantic loosely woven basket had been
placed around our planet Earth. 'This does not bode well!' I thought to
myself. They were up to something, I did not know what but I knew it was
something nefarious.
As I stood on the plain with my bare feet on the grass I could feel a tension in the earth. Mother Earth was angry, very angry indeed. I could feel the energy rising higher and higher. I felt anger and outrage and knew Mother Earth was ready to explode. Something was going to happen. 'Oh oh! This does not bode well!' I thought for the second time. Just then a lone car came down the endlessly stretching straight highway that crossed the plain. The car came closer and when it had almost reached me it stopped. The doors flew open and a man and a woman came out. "Quick! We must escape the radiation! We must find a cave!" the man said. They abandoned the car and ran towards the distant hills. I watched them disappear in the distance, watched their figures getting smaller and smaller. Then I switched on my super-vision and eventually I saw them reaching the mountains and scrambling into a cave. I didn't know what was going on, but suspected it could be a nuclear incident. Strangely I was not worried but for the third time that day I thought 'that doesn't bode well'.
Meanwhile the tension I could perceive in Mother Earth had risen to a level that felt near unbearable. And then a vibration started under my feet, almost imperceptible at first, then getting stronger and stronger. I could hear a humming but not with my physical ears but my extraordinary senses. And the earth began to quake. Never had there been such an earthquake. Wide fissures broke open all around me. Some of them seemed to go hundreds of metres into the earth. With my psychic vision I saw people everywhere running and seeking shelter. Many ran for the mountains where they thought they would be safer. ''Should I run as well?' I thought for a moment. But I immediately dismissed this thought. 'Here I stand and here I remain. I will not budge! Here I make my stand even if it be the last one. There is no safety anywhere but within!' With these words I planted my feet firmly on the ground. I felt absolutely no fear. There was total chaos all around me. People were screaming and running, many falling into fissures. Some of these fissures came very close to where I stood but I didn't move. I felt connected to Mother Earth and though the ground shook under my feet so violently that it was difficult to remain standing I stood untouched amidst the chaos.
I saw the area of the mountain range where earlier the man and the woman had sought shelter in a cave collapse completely. I felt sorry for them. They had tried to run from death but it had found them anyway. The mountains became a terrible death trap. Large boulders tumbled down to the valley. Parts of the mountains imploded and sharp shards of rock flew through the air like shrapnel. In the back of my mind I made a mental note 'the mountains are not a good area for survival!' But on the plains it wasn't much better either. The many cracks and fissures in the earth cost many lives. People tumbled into them and were swallowed by the earth. But the worst were the tectonic plates moving against each other. They moved so violently that land was displaced by several hundred metres. A whole stretch of land not very far from me was being dragged away to somewhere else. It was as if the trees and shrubs and everything on the land was standing on a gigantic carpet that an unseen force pulled away at high speed. More mountains were crumbling and still I stood on my feet. It was like surfing the wild sea and I could feel Mother Earth's intelligence. I felt in rapport with her. Somehow she knew my heart and spared me. And somehow I could direct the violent earth energy as well, not to specific places but directly at the root of the evil. The only thing I really worried about were my cats. I hoped the house wouldn't collapse. I hoped they were safe where they were which was very far from where I was standing now. There was nothing I could do, I just had to trust.
Finally the earthquake was over. I felt this had been the worst earthquake that the planet had ever experienced. I walked through the land which was almost completely depopulated. Finally I came to a familiar region and then home. There were only two people left living in the area. One of them, a man called Simon, with blonde hair came towards me with arms outstretched. There were tears in his eyes as he hugged me. We had not been very close before, just acquaintances, but now I felt like I had found my long lost brother and obviously Simon felt the same. I noticed his face was illumined by an inner light and I could see a brilliant white halo in his aura. He had survived because he had love in his heart and somehow Mother Earth had been very selective in whom she took and whom she left alive. There was one other man in the area, I think his name was David, but I am not sure. He too was a good man and had the same white light in his aura. But the best part was that the evil had been completely wiped out. There were no more Illuminati, they were all dead! It was over! The Great Purification, the Great Cleansing had been done. The only people left alive were those that had love in their hearts. The ones that had tried to save their lives and to "survive" had been killed. The paradox was that those who didn't run from death found life and those who ran to save their lives found death. I felt a great relief, no more fear, no more worry, no more oppression. From now on we would live as human beings were meant to live: Loving, giving and sharing.
As I stood on the plain with my bare feet on the grass I could feel a tension in the earth. Mother Earth was angry, very angry indeed. I could feel the energy rising higher and higher. I felt anger and outrage and knew Mother Earth was ready to explode. Something was going to happen. 'Oh oh! This does not bode well!' I thought for the second time. Just then a lone car came down the endlessly stretching straight highway that crossed the plain. The car came closer and when it had almost reached me it stopped. The doors flew open and a man and a woman came out. "Quick! We must escape the radiation! We must find a cave!" the man said. They abandoned the car and ran towards the distant hills. I watched them disappear in the distance, watched their figures getting smaller and smaller. Then I switched on my super-vision and eventually I saw them reaching the mountains and scrambling into a cave. I didn't know what was going on, but suspected it could be a nuclear incident. Strangely I was not worried but for the third time that day I thought 'that doesn't bode well'.
Meanwhile the tension I could perceive in Mother Earth had risen to a level that felt near unbearable. And then a vibration started under my feet, almost imperceptible at first, then getting stronger and stronger. I could hear a humming but not with my physical ears but my extraordinary senses. And the earth began to quake. Never had there been such an earthquake. Wide fissures broke open all around me. Some of them seemed to go hundreds of metres into the earth. With my psychic vision I saw people everywhere running and seeking shelter. Many ran for the mountains where they thought they would be safer. ''Should I run as well?' I thought for a moment. But I immediately dismissed this thought. 'Here I stand and here I remain. I will not budge! Here I make my stand even if it be the last one. There is no safety anywhere but within!' With these words I planted my feet firmly on the ground. I felt absolutely no fear. There was total chaos all around me. People were screaming and running, many falling into fissures. Some of these fissures came very close to where I stood but I didn't move. I felt connected to Mother Earth and though the ground shook under my feet so violently that it was difficult to remain standing I stood untouched amidst the chaos.
I saw the area of the mountain range where earlier the man and the woman had sought shelter in a cave collapse completely. I felt sorry for them. They had tried to run from death but it had found them anyway. The mountains became a terrible death trap. Large boulders tumbled down to the valley. Parts of the mountains imploded and sharp shards of rock flew through the air like shrapnel. In the back of my mind I made a mental note 'the mountains are not a good area for survival!' But on the plains it wasn't much better either. The many cracks and fissures in the earth cost many lives. People tumbled into them and were swallowed by the earth. But the worst were the tectonic plates moving against each other. They moved so violently that land was displaced by several hundred metres. A whole stretch of land not very far from me was being dragged away to somewhere else. It was as if the trees and shrubs and everything on the land was standing on a gigantic carpet that an unseen force pulled away at high speed. More mountains were crumbling and still I stood on my feet. It was like surfing the wild sea and I could feel Mother Earth's intelligence. I felt in rapport with her. Somehow she knew my heart and spared me. And somehow I could direct the violent earth energy as well, not to specific places but directly at the root of the evil. The only thing I really worried about were my cats. I hoped the house wouldn't collapse. I hoped they were safe where they were which was very far from where I was standing now. There was nothing I could do, I just had to trust.
Finally the earthquake was over. I felt this had been the worst earthquake that the planet had ever experienced. I walked through the land which was almost completely depopulated. Finally I came to a familiar region and then home. There were only two people left living in the area. One of them, a man called Simon, with blonde hair came towards me with arms outstretched. There were tears in his eyes as he hugged me. We had not been very close before, just acquaintances, but now I felt like I had found my long lost brother and obviously Simon felt the same. I noticed his face was illumined by an inner light and I could see a brilliant white halo in his aura. He had survived because he had love in his heart and somehow Mother Earth had been very selective in whom she took and whom she left alive. There was one other man in the area, I think his name was David, but I am not sure. He too was a good man and had the same white light in his aura. But the best part was that the evil had been completely wiped out. There were no more Illuminati, they were all dead! It was over! The Great Purification, the Great Cleansing had been done. The only people left alive were those that had love in their hearts. The ones that had tried to save their lives and to "survive" had been killed. The paradox was that those who didn't run from death found life and those who ran to save their lives found death. I felt a great relief, no more fear, no more worry, no more oppression. From now on we would live as human beings were meant to live: Loving, giving and sharing.
Prince Albert Warns of Deadly Sun 09/10/2010
People
were getting ready for a big celebration. A prince was coming, his name
was prince Albert. He was quite young and he looked like a nice guy,
friendly and kind. I saw him coming towards me. He smiled, then he gave
his orders. He said, “first we have to prepare the feasting area. We
have to set up all the tables and we have got to burn these piles of
leaves.” I saw that people had swept the ground and swept all the leaves
into several piles under the trees. As they set the leaves on fire a
small tree also caught fire. I was upset about the tree burning. The
flames didn't affect the trunk but shot up straight into the crown of
the tree. I saw them between the leaves and small branches and within
seconds there was a loud bang as if from a minor explosion and the small
tree simply toppled over. And then I saw that people had cut off the
other small trees surrounding the rectangular feasting area as well. I
asked, "Why? Why do we destroy the trees?" and was answered: "well, we
got to prepare the area for the celebration." I thought it was totally
unnecessary to cut the trees, as they had not been in the way. But it
was already done and there was nothing I could do about it.
Somebody gave me a piece of very delicious raisin bread which was being handed out to everybody who cared to have some. It was the most delicious and satisfying food I had eaten in a long time. I truly savoured it like a treasure. But, I was told that would be just one of the many dishes that we were going to be served later. The raisin bread, I was told, was the starter. I thought I better don't eat much, lest I be too full to get through a multi-course meal.
Sometime later the prince was giving a talk or a lecture. There was a big whiteboard and slides were shown or a film or power point presentation. In addition the whiteboard could be written on with special semi-permanent markers as well. The topic the prince educated us about was the sun and the sun's radiation. There were two graphs. One of them, the right one, had to do with the amount of radiation that was being emitted by the sun. It was going drastically up and had never been so high before. The bottom of the graph was red, symbolising the sun's red hot nature and its radiation of extreme heat. But further up the graph turned to black. About the upper one third was black and this symbolised the radiation reaching a deadly level. Next to this, on the left side, was another graph which symbolised the amount of natural protection that human beings have, and that one was drastically going down. It seemed that mankind's protection against deadly cosmic radiation was constantly getting lower, or being lowered while the radiation itself was revving up and getting higher and higher. Prince Albert ended up saying: "so you can see that people are completely unaware of this and they do not protect themselves, because they do not know what is going on. But the radiation is actually going to be deadly. There was total silence after the prince's revelations. People were too shocked to be able to speak at all. He then went on to some other topics. He showed some other graphs of other things, to do with what was going on.
After a while I stood up and said I had some more information to add on to this topic. Prince Albert asked me to come to the front to the board and gave me a semi-permanent marker. With the black coloured marker I drew a black square box. And said that this was what the prince had talked about before and that I wanted to add a few more points to. Above the box I wrote the word DEATH in large capital letters and in black. I can't remember exactly what I told the people and the prince, but it was related to the deadly radiation from the sun and how it affected us. I was a bit nervous about speaking before all these people, but I added my own considerations, from my own research and knowledge to the topic. I spoke only briefly, not more than 10 minutes. When I was done the people clapped hands. I was a bit embarrassed but also happy. And then the prince thanked me for making a valuable contribution and I sat down with the crowd again.
After the big feast people were still socialising and sitting outside. At one point I saw the prince taking off his shirt and basking in the sun while talking to people. But later he put on his shirt again and went away. Meanwhile we were drinking tea. It was a special English tea that had been imported from Asia and came in stylish square boxes. The atmosphere was very nice, people were friendly, relaxed and sociable and it was a lovely sunny day as well. Next I found myself in an urban area. It was a quaint old village with old fashioned stone buildings. I sat on a bench before an old grey stone house to take a short rest. The sun was moderately high in the sky as if it was 11 in the morning or maybe 4 in the afternoon and shone behind the building. I was sitting in the shadow of the building with the sunlight only touching my feet and my calves while my thighs, hips and upper body were in the shade. I could feel the strength of the sunlight very intensely. The rays were so scorching that within a minute my legs were painful and I wondered whether they would burn from such a minimal exposure, from maybe 5 or 10 minutes in the sun. I saw Prince Albert with a group of his peers some distance away, and he seemed totally unaffected by the scorching sunlight. The skin on my shins and calves that had been exposed to the sun was burning painfully. I knew this wasn't natural because I don't normally burn easily. The sun was many times stronger than it normally should have been, and it was deadly. And the government had been intentionally hiding this fact, so that people would die of radiation.
Somebody gave me a piece of very delicious raisin bread which was being handed out to everybody who cared to have some. It was the most delicious and satisfying food I had eaten in a long time. I truly savoured it like a treasure. But, I was told that would be just one of the many dishes that we were going to be served later. The raisin bread, I was told, was the starter. I thought I better don't eat much, lest I be too full to get through a multi-course meal.
Sometime later the prince was giving a talk or a lecture. There was a big whiteboard and slides were shown or a film or power point presentation. In addition the whiteboard could be written on with special semi-permanent markers as well. The topic the prince educated us about was the sun and the sun's radiation. There were two graphs. One of them, the right one, had to do with the amount of radiation that was being emitted by the sun. It was going drastically up and had never been so high before. The bottom of the graph was red, symbolising the sun's red hot nature and its radiation of extreme heat. But further up the graph turned to black. About the upper one third was black and this symbolised the radiation reaching a deadly level. Next to this, on the left side, was another graph which symbolised the amount of natural protection that human beings have, and that one was drastically going down. It seemed that mankind's protection against deadly cosmic radiation was constantly getting lower, or being lowered while the radiation itself was revving up and getting higher and higher. Prince Albert ended up saying: "so you can see that people are completely unaware of this and they do not protect themselves, because they do not know what is going on. But the radiation is actually going to be deadly. There was total silence after the prince's revelations. People were too shocked to be able to speak at all. He then went on to some other topics. He showed some other graphs of other things, to do with what was going on.
After a while I stood up and said I had some more information to add on to this topic. Prince Albert asked me to come to the front to the board and gave me a semi-permanent marker. With the black coloured marker I drew a black square box. And said that this was what the prince had talked about before and that I wanted to add a few more points to. Above the box I wrote the word DEATH in large capital letters and in black. I can't remember exactly what I told the people and the prince, but it was related to the deadly radiation from the sun and how it affected us. I was a bit nervous about speaking before all these people, but I added my own considerations, from my own research and knowledge to the topic. I spoke only briefly, not more than 10 minutes. When I was done the people clapped hands. I was a bit embarrassed but also happy. And then the prince thanked me for making a valuable contribution and I sat down with the crowd again.
After the big feast people were still socialising and sitting outside. At one point I saw the prince taking off his shirt and basking in the sun while talking to people. But later he put on his shirt again and went away. Meanwhile we were drinking tea. It was a special English tea that had been imported from Asia and came in stylish square boxes. The atmosphere was very nice, people were friendly, relaxed and sociable and it was a lovely sunny day as well. Next I found myself in an urban area. It was a quaint old village with old fashioned stone buildings. I sat on a bench before an old grey stone house to take a short rest. The sun was moderately high in the sky as if it was 11 in the morning or maybe 4 in the afternoon and shone behind the building. I was sitting in the shadow of the building with the sunlight only touching my feet and my calves while my thighs, hips and upper body were in the shade. I could feel the strength of the sunlight very intensely. The rays were so scorching that within a minute my legs were painful and I wondered whether they would burn from such a minimal exposure, from maybe 5 or 10 minutes in the sun. I saw Prince Albert with a group of his peers some distance away, and he seemed totally unaffected by the scorching sunlight. The skin on my shins and calves that had been exposed to the sun was burning painfully. I knew this wasn't natural because I don't normally burn easily. The sun was many times stronger than it normally should have been, and it was deadly. And the government had been intentionally hiding this fact, so that people would die of radiation.
Volcano Base Camp 14/09/2010
I
was camping at the base of a big mountain, a volcano. It was a cone
shaped volcano. X. was also there and many other people. All had come
for the summer to stay at the base of the volcano. Some hoped to see
some rumbling or steam, or some other exciting signs of activity, such
as slow magma flows. None of course were hoping for a full fledged
eruption as that would have been too dangerous and life threatening for
all of us. The volcano had long been silent and most thought of it only
as an interesting mountain. Then, one day we woke up to a loud rumbling.
The vibration under our feet rose in strength and then suddenly with a
powerful earth shock, the volcano blew its top. The explosion was
massive. I saw fire and lightning in the sky. The white snowy slopes
were instantly marred by streaks of red lava that looked like rivers of
blood running down. Big chunks of rock flew through the air and large
sections of the mountain side were thrown outward by the explosion.
In the base camp people were running and screaming. Some fell to the ground from the massive earth shocks. Some were hurriedly breaking camp, others just ran off in confusion. Only the volcanoes thundering rumble was louder than the hysterical screams of the campers. I observed the scenery calmly though reason told me it made sense to leave the area right now. I walked back to my tent which I had shared with X. He was there and looked relieved to see me, smiling a bit embarrassedly as he said: "oh here you are, darling. I think you better take care of the tent and our things! I got to go now!" And with these words he turned around and left me standing there. He had his own car, and I knew he would be driving back home at high speed now. I was in no rush. I entered the tent. It was empty but for two little figurines, power animal carvings. They were about three or four inches tall and made of dark wood. I understood X. had taken all his personal stuff. This was what belonged to me, a part of my power and he had left it behind due to his great hurry or because he knew it wasn't his to keep. I took the two figurines and clutched them to my chest. They were mine. I felt a great sadness, not of X. being gone but of having been deprived of my power animals and my power for so long. It was as if only now that I had them back, I felt the pain of separation. But the pain was mixed with the joy of reunion, bitter-sweet. I couldn't see clearly what the animals were but I knew they were mine. I put them in my pocket and prepared to leave.
Outside nobody was hurt, as if by a miracle. However, the panic was immense. People were still running and screaming. I felt no immediate danger to myself and went about packing my things quickly but without being in a great hurry. As I did so a thundering voice from the sky spoke to me: "this is nothing. It will happen again after one year. This is just a small eruption. The big one is still to come. It will be many times more powerful than this. Prepare, it will come in one year's time!"
In the base camp people were running and screaming. Some fell to the ground from the massive earth shocks. Some were hurriedly breaking camp, others just ran off in confusion. Only the volcanoes thundering rumble was louder than the hysterical screams of the campers. I observed the scenery calmly though reason told me it made sense to leave the area right now. I walked back to my tent which I had shared with X. He was there and looked relieved to see me, smiling a bit embarrassedly as he said: "oh here you are, darling. I think you better take care of the tent and our things! I got to go now!" And with these words he turned around and left me standing there. He had his own car, and I knew he would be driving back home at high speed now. I was in no rush. I entered the tent. It was empty but for two little figurines, power animal carvings. They were about three or four inches tall and made of dark wood. I understood X. had taken all his personal stuff. This was what belonged to me, a part of my power and he had left it behind due to his great hurry or because he knew it wasn't his to keep. I took the two figurines and clutched them to my chest. They were mine. I felt a great sadness, not of X. being gone but of having been deprived of my power animals and my power for so long. It was as if only now that I had them back, I felt the pain of separation. But the pain was mixed with the joy of reunion, bitter-sweet. I couldn't see clearly what the animals were but I knew they were mine. I put them in my pocket and prepared to leave.
Outside nobody was hurt, as if by a miracle. However, the panic was immense. People were still running and screaming. I felt no immediate danger to myself and went about packing my things quickly but without being in a great hurry. As I did so a thundering voice from the sky spoke to me: "this is nothing. It will happen again after one year. This is just a small eruption. The big one is still to come. It will be many times more powerful than this. Prepare, it will come in one year's time!"
Desolation 12/12/2009
We
were all living in socialist housing. The "flats" were filthy and dark,
yet we all felt lucky to have a roof over the head at all. When I had
first arrived I had brought a few meager belongings with me. But they
had got mixed up with the belongings of another "comrade" an Indian man.
I was in his "flat" or rather dormitory, to help him set up, as I had
been there a bit longer. He was very polite and kind but sat on his cot
with hanging shoulders. He was clearly depressed. I felt sorry for him,
because he was a good man who had come to such hardship undeservedly.
But I had to do my job, so I sorted through a few things in his boxes
asking: is this yours? Or mine?" repeatedly until eventually we sorted
out our things. I apologised to him for having to handle his things, but
I had been instructed to do so.
The communist housing was really horrible. The rough concrete floor was old and dirty and in my room there was a large hole in the ground that went all the way to the next floor! Somehow my washing machine had fallen down there and people tried to pull it back up again, but it was too heavy. In the end I told them to give it up, I would try to retrieve it from the lower floor later. I was then moved to another dormitory. There were 6 or 7 beds in my new place. Some of them were bunk beds. I was told I had to share with others. J. was also around and I was horrified at the thought of having to share the room with her! I couldn't stand the thought of having to endure her tantrums on a daily basis. Fortunately this didn't happen, as she was placed elsewhere in the end.
Then I was outside of the building. There was a large open square in front of the building, and no other houses nearby. A few old cars were parked there, but mostly it was just a huge open area. My old Jeep was there as well. I walked over to it and decided it needed a wash. A poor boy offered car wash services and I paid him a few pennies for helping me to wash the car -- more to help him out than to expect much help from him, really. While he washed the front of the car and the windscreen I looked at the boot. I wanted to get the car ready for a journey. Everything felt really dark and heavy, everything was dirty, run down and desolate. The "car park" area also was not paved but just a dusty flat area. Somebody had thrown a lot of dirt into the boot of my car. There was a rock which was at least 8 inches long. I lifted it and threw it out. 'Who put this on my car, and why?' I wondered. Clearly, this had made the car heavier. It was just useless ballast weighing me down and slowing my journey. I felt sabotaged. Then I noticed several fist sized clumps of ice. How had these got onto the stepping board at the edge of the trunk? (this board was much larger than in real life). More useless burdens, I thought and threw them out also. Then I saw several really large rocks. They were so heavy that I had problems lifting them up, but I managed to remove them all and threw them out. It was done, only the car was somewhat dirty, but I was confident it was ready for the journey now. I wanted to set out the next day.
Having finished my car inspection I started to walk back to the large house where we were all staying. The sky was grey and it was quite dark considering it was early afternoon. The way back was far, almost 500 meters, that's how large the square in front of the building was. As I walked the sky turned even darker. And then it began to hail, large pieces of hail. They were large enough to do damage, but I felt no pain or none of the hail struck me. But I walked faster anyway, until I caught up with two female figures wrapped in long coats and hunched over. I called to them, as I recognised them as my friends.
They turned and I was shocked to see how pale they both were. One of them was a good friend of mine, a young and very pretty woman with red golden hair. Her beautiful hair now was frosted by the deadly cold and the colour looked pale and dull. Her fine featured face looked frozen too. Her cheeks which normally had a lovely blush were white as snow and she looked more dead than alive. 'Oh my God, what happened to you? You look white like ghosts!" I exclaimed then shut up when I realised I must be looking just as bad as them -- probably worse, because I had already been pale before, while these two had been a bit tanned. Also they were both much younger than I and had been so full of life. Now they looked like the walking dead. In horror I looked at my naked arms, and really they were white as snow. They looked like the arms of a corpse not like a living person. "It's the cold!" one of my friends whispered and they turned and rushed towards the house in the distance. Still, I felt no pain from the biting frost even though my arms were naked while my friends had been shivering in their thick winter clothes.
But the weather was very strange indeed. First the destructive hail that could blight the crops, and now this cold. It was a deadly unnatural cold that seemed to suck the very life out of everything. I stood there pondering the unnatural weather phenomena while the hunched over figures of my friends disappeared in the distance. There was an eerie silence first. Then a strong feeling of desolation swept across the deserted dusty square as the wind picked up, blowing the dust around on the empty square. It seemed to me that voices of spirits were whispering in the wind, spirits who could find no rest and told tales of great sorrow.
The communist housing was really horrible. The rough concrete floor was old and dirty and in my room there was a large hole in the ground that went all the way to the next floor! Somehow my washing machine had fallen down there and people tried to pull it back up again, but it was too heavy. In the end I told them to give it up, I would try to retrieve it from the lower floor later. I was then moved to another dormitory. There were 6 or 7 beds in my new place. Some of them were bunk beds. I was told I had to share with others. J. was also around and I was horrified at the thought of having to share the room with her! I couldn't stand the thought of having to endure her tantrums on a daily basis. Fortunately this didn't happen, as she was placed elsewhere in the end.
Then I was outside of the building. There was a large open square in front of the building, and no other houses nearby. A few old cars were parked there, but mostly it was just a huge open area. My old Jeep was there as well. I walked over to it and decided it needed a wash. A poor boy offered car wash services and I paid him a few pennies for helping me to wash the car -- more to help him out than to expect much help from him, really. While he washed the front of the car and the windscreen I looked at the boot. I wanted to get the car ready for a journey. Everything felt really dark and heavy, everything was dirty, run down and desolate. The "car park" area also was not paved but just a dusty flat area. Somebody had thrown a lot of dirt into the boot of my car. There was a rock which was at least 8 inches long. I lifted it and threw it out. 'Who put this on my car, and why?' I wondered. Clearly, this had made the car heavier. It was just useless ballast weighing me down and slowing my journey. I felt sabotaged. Then I noticed several fist sized clumps of ice. How had these got onto the stepping board at the edge of the trunk? (this board was much larger than in real life). More useless burdens, I thought and threw them out also. Then I saw several really large rocks. They were so heavy that I had problems lifting them up, but I managed to remove them all and threw them out. It was done, only the car was somewhat dirty, but I was confident it was ready for the journey now. I wanted to set out the next day.
Having finished my car inspection I started to walk back to the large house where we were all staying. The sky was grey and it was quite dark considering it was early afternoon. The way back was far, almost 500 meters, that's how large the square in front of the building was. As I walked the sky turned even darker. And then it began to hail, large pieces of hail. They were large enough to do damage, but I felt no pain or none of the hail struck me. But I walked faster anyway, until I caught up with two female figures wrapped in long coats and hunched over. I called to them, as I recognised them as my friends.
They turned and I was shocked to see how pale they both were. One of them was a good friend of mine, a young and very pretty woman with red golden hair. Her beautiful hair now was frosted by the deadly cold and the colour looked pale and dull. Her fine featured face looked frozen too. Her cheeks which normally had a lovely blush were white as snow and she looked more dead than alive. 'Oh my God, what happened to you? You look white like ghosts!" I exclaimed then shut up when I realised I must be looking just as bad as them -- probably worse, because I had already been pale before, while these two had been a bit tanned. Also they were both much younger than I and had been so full of life. Now they looked like the walking dead. In horror I looked at my naked arms, and really they were white as snow. They looked like the arms of a corpse not like a living person. "It's the cold!" one of my friends whispered and they turned and rushed towards the house in the distance. Still, I felt no pain from the biting frost even though my arms were naked while my friends had been shivering in their thick winter clothes.
But the weather was very strange indeed. First the destructive hail that could blight the crops, and now this cold. It was a deadly unnatural cold that seemed to suck the very life out of everything. I stood there pondering the unnatural weather phenomena while the hunched over figures of my friends disappeared in the distance. There was an eerie silence first. Then a strong feeling of desolation swept across the deserted dusty square as the wind picked up, blowing the dust around on the empty square. It seemed to me that voices of spirits were whispering in the wind, spirits who could find no rest and told tales of great sorrow.
Final Cataclysm 17/11/2009
There
was a terrible earthquake. The earth shook so violently that it threw
entire buildings into the air. I stood on a street and watched with
horror as a whole block of flats flew over my head as if it was a
spaceship! Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, probably I
perceived it as slow due to shock. I watched the building flying by and
saw people hanging out of windows and door openings. Their mouths were
open and they were screaming, yet I heard no sound. There was a deadly
silence. I thought to myself, 'if I was in this building I would jump.
Better to risk death from a fall, with even a slim chance of surviving,
than being squashed when this building comes down!' I either shouted or
telepathically told the people to jump, but they didn't listen or didn't
hear me. I had to watch helplessly as the building eventually crashed
onto the road squashing everybody on the road and in the building.
The earthquake was still going on. Now I was standing in the doorway of another building which seemed more stable. It wasn't collapsing yet, but it was only a matter of time. I stood exactly in the doorway and thought, 'should I stay in the building and be squashed inside or should I go outside on the street and be squashed by the falling debris?' It seemed death was imminent and the only choice I had was to choose not even the manner of my death but where I would die. I decided to stay in the doorway, neither in nor out.
In the next scene the earthquake was over. Not only had I survived but I was unhurt. I walked along the same street which now looked like a post-war scene. There were piles of rubble everywhere. I don't recall seeing any intact buildings. Either everything was destroyed or only a few ruins were still standing. There were also only very few survivors. I looked at the destruction in speechless shock. Somebody came, whose energy did not feel like a human being. He or she I am not sure what it was, handed me a small object and said: "I believe this is yours? I found it over there." With these words the being pointed to a pile of rubble not far from where I stood. I took the item from her hand and was astonished. It was a silver totem carving of my panther. The panther was depicted in a prowling posture. The item was about four to 5 inches long and made of solid silver. I recognised it as mine. How could it have escaped this destruction? I asked myself. It had been under a pile of rubble, yet it did not have the slightest dent or scratch. It looked brand new and shiny. I am not even sure whether I said 'thank you!' because I was so stunned by what I saw. I turned the totem around to examine its back and was amazed to find something completely different there. The reverse of the totem showed three snakes with the one in the middle being a rattlesnake. How could that be? I asked myself. When seen from one side it was clearly a panther, but when seen from the other side it was clearly three snakes. It was mind-boggling that totally different images could have been carved in the same outline. I clutched the totem to my chest feeling profoundly grateful that I had it back.
In the next scene I was with a guide. We were talking about some of my current issues. (classified… lol).
Still with the same guide I was walking around in a flat area. I could feel the presence of my guide behind me but couldn't see him or her clearly. The ground was light grey and hard, maybe rock or asphalt. I noticed something wrong with the ground and went to examine it. The ground had cracked open in a spiderburst around a small round opening which was filled with a fiery liquid. Lava! "It's a volcano!" I said more to myself than to my guide. It was strange that this volcano wasn't within a conical mountain but on flat ground. While I watched, the small fiery hole began to grow to a fiery pool of about a metre in diameter. At the same time the ground began to lift. "It's going to blow!" I exclaimed and my guide and I quickly ran away from the lava pool. We hadn't run very far when we heard the explosion. I turned around to look and what I saw astonished me. Over the volcano area hovered a being that was transparent like glass. It actually looked like a gigantic squarish clear glass bottle. Flames were spewing forth from the mouth of the bottle as from a flamethrower. I immediately knew it was an elemental. But it was not the natural elemental of the volcano. It was clearly an artificial, man-made elemental. The artificial elemental spit flames in our direction but didn't reach us. I wasn't scared of it, but I felt a complete wrongness of the energy and I wondered why this elemental had been created and by whom.
In the next scene I was high up in the mountains. I knew I had just climbed up there to escape from the destruction below in the valley. It was a very high mountain, certainly over 1000 m high. I had climbed about two thirds of it and was looking out over the valley and the scenery below. Thousands of people were fleeing the cataclysm of earthquakes and volcano eruptions below. They were walking in groups as if somebody had sorted them. I instinctively knew what these groups were even though the clothes the group members wore didn't give any indication of their identity. It seems I had omniscience once again. The ones that stuck out were groups of Christians and of Jews, as well as groups of various Christian sects such as the Baptist, Jehovah's Witnesses, and the Amish people. They were walking together in their little groups sticking mostly to themselves. Between those groups were individuals who didn't belong to any particular group. Some of those were running around in confusion, others were running purposefully up the mountain and to safety.
I was standing on the ledge and I was calling out to those below, "Hurry! You must hurry or you won't make it!" I was worried for them. I feared they wouldn't make it and I wanted them to make it to safety. To be totally save myself I could easily have walked further up the mountain, but I had stayed here on this ledge which offered some safety but wasn't as safe as the higher realms. I had stayed for the other people, to help them. The place where I stood seemed to be a threshold of safety and a portal of sorts. I was there to keep it open until the last stragglers had made it. But it was clear that many of them wouldn't make it. I was worried and nervous, nervous that they wouldn't make it and that I would have to watch them die without being able to do anything for them. All because they didn't make enough effort!
I watched the little groups below in the valley and those that were on the ascent, silently praying that all would make it. What I noticed was that most of the Christian groups were walking slowly and with an attitude of it being "God's will" that they were to die. They had already given up. The Jews were even more pathetic. They were walking with a victim mentality as if expecting that they were to be the ones that had to suffer the most again. They seemed to really thrive on that victim complex. I could feel the energy of their self-chosen martyrhood emanating from them. They too walked very slowly, even slower than the Christians. At least some of the Christian groups were moving a bit faster and in a more determined way. In between I saw atheists running and trampling over others, trying to save their lives on the cost of anybody else. Somehow they got tripped up again and again. There was a melee of people who were so confused that they didn't know which direction to go and they hindered the others who walked purposefully. And then there were some very fast runners. They ran purposefully up the mountain knowing exactly where to go. These seemed to be people from various backgrounds who weren't held back by any conditioning and who followed their intuition and instinct. I watched these fast runners starting from the back of the crowd, eventually overtaking even some of the slower groups in the front of the long column.
Some people started making it to the ledge where I stood. I let them pass by but stood my ground and stayed on my sentry post. "Please hurry!" I shouted urgently as the ground shook. There wasn't much time left and then this place, which felt like a gateway, would be impassable. I knew that deep within my soul. My task was to stand here and let as many pass as possible, to encourage them, to help if necessary. Still the Christian and Jewish groups made no effort to hurry. A whole group of Christians and Jews were coming up the mountain and nearing the gate of safety where I stood. The shaking off the ground had intensified and I knew that any moment the mountain path might become impassable. I reached my hands out to an older man with a thin haggard face. He was a Christian. His face was red either from exertion or more likely from a choleric temperament. He looked like a fanatic, but I didn't judge him. I loved him as my brother. But then the earth shook again and this time a whole section of the mountain broke off, taking the whole group of Christians and Jews with it into the abyss. The man I had tried to save lost his grip on my hands and he too plunged into the abyss with an expression of horror on his face. I was unspeakably sad about the unnecessary loss of lives. They could have made it if only they had made more of an effort, if only they hadn't been so fatalistic. That was the saddest thing, that they could have made it, but on some level they chose not to. It seemed that only those that were free from conditioning or were able to go beyond the conditioning they had received had been able to make it.
The earthquake was still going on. Now I was standing in the doorway of another building which seemed more stable. It wasn't collapsing yet, but it was only a matter of time. I stood exactly in the doorway and thought, 'should I stay in the building and be squashed inside or should I go outside on the street and be squashed by the falling debris?' It seemed death was imminent and the only choice I had was to choose not even the manner of my death but where I would die. I decided to stay in the doorway, neither in nor out.
In the next scene the earthquake was over. Not only had I survived but I was unhurt. I walked along the same street which now looked like a post-war scene. There were piles of rubble everywhere. I don't recall seeing any intact buildings. Either everything was destroyed or only a few ruins were still standing. There were also only very few survivors. I looked at the destruction in speechless shock. Somebody came, whose energy did not feel like a human being. He or she I am not sure what it was, handed me a small object and said: "I believe this is yours? I found it over there." With these words the being pointed to a pile of rubble not far from where I stood. I took the item from her hand and was astonished. It was a silver totem carving of my panther. The panther was depicted in a prowling posture. The item was about four to 5 inches long and made of solid silver. I recognised it as mine. How could it have escaped this destruction? I asked myself. It had been under a pile of rubble, yet it did not have the slightest dent or scratch. It looked brand new and shiny. I am not even sure whether I said 'thank you!' because I was so stunned by what I saw. I turned the totem around to examine its back and was amazed to find something completely different there. The reverse of the totem showed three snakes with the one in the middle being a rattlesnake. How could that be? I asked myself. When seen from one side it was clearly a panther, but when seen from the other side it was clearly three snakes. It was mind-boggling that totally different images could have been carved in the same outline. I clutched the totem to my chest feeling profoundly grateful that I had it back.
In the next scene I was with a guide. We were talking about some of my current issues. (classified… lol).
Still with the same guide I was walking around in a flat area. I could feel the presence of my guide behind me but couldn't see him or her clearly. The ground was light grey and hard, maybe rock or asphalt. I noticed something wrong with the ground and went to examine it. The ground had cracked open in a spiderburst around a small round opening which was filled with a fiery liquid. Lava! "It's a volcano!" I said more to myself than to my guide. It was strange that this volcano wasn't within a conical mountain but on flat ground. While I watched, the small fiery hole began to grow to a fiery pool of about a metre in diameter. At the same time the ground began to lift. "It's going to blow!" I exclaimed and my guide and I quickly ran away from the lava pool. We hadn't run very far when we heard the explosion. I turned around to look and what I saw astonished me. Over the volcano area hovered a being that was transparent like glass. It actually looked like a gigantic squarish clear glass bottle. Flames were spewing forth from the mouth of the bottle as from a flamethrower. I immediately knew it was an elemental. But it was not the natural elemental of the volcano. It was clearly an artificial, man-made elemental. The artificial elemental spit flames in our direction but didn't reach us. I wasn't scared of it, but I felt a complete wrongness of the energy and I wondered why this elemental had been created and by whom.
In the next scene I was high up in the mountains. I knew I had just climbed up there to escape from the destruction below in the valley. It was a very high mountain, certainly over 1000 m high. I had climbed about two thirds of it and was looking out over the valley and the scenery below. Thousands of people were fleeing the cataclysm of earthquakes and volcano eruptions below. They were walking in groups as if somebody had sorted them. I instinctively knew what these groups were even though the clothes the group members wore didn't give any indication of their identity. It seems I had omniscience once again. The ones that stuck out were groups of Christians and of Jews, as well as groups of various Christian sects such as the Baptist, Jehovah's Witnesses, and the Amish people. They were walking together in their little groups sticking mostly to themselves. Between those groups were individuals who didn't belong to any particular group. Some of those were running around in confusion, others were running purposefully up the mountain and to safety.
I was standing on the ledge and I was calling out to those below, "Hurry! You must hurry or you won't make it!" I was worried for them. I feared they wouldn't make it and I wanted them to make it to safety. To be totally save myself I could easily have walked further up the mountain, but I had stayed here on this ledge which offered some safety but wasn't as safe as the higher realms. I had stayed for the other people, to help them. The place where I stood seemed to be a threshold of safety and a portal of sorts. I was there to keep it open until the last stragglers had made it. But it was clear that many of them wouldn't make it. I was worried and nervous, nervous that they wouldn't make it and that I would have to watch them die without being able to do anything for them. All because they didn't make enough effort!
I watched the little groups below in the valley and those that were on the ascent, silently praying that all would make it. What I noticed was that most of the Christian groups were walking slowly and with an attitude of it being "God's will" that they were to die. They had already given up. The Jews were even more pathetic. They were walking with a victim mentality as if expecting that they were to be the ones that had to suffer the most again. They seemed to really thrive on that victim complex. I could feel the energy of their self-chosen martyrhood emanating from them. They too walked very slowly, even slower than the Christians. At least some of the Christian groups were moving a bit faster and in a more determined way. In between I saw atheists running and trampling over others, trying to save their lives on the cost of anybody else. Somehow they got tripped up again and again. There was a melee of people who were so confused that they didn't know which direction to go and they hindered the others who walked purposefully. And then there were some very fast runners. They ran purposefully up the mountain knowing exactly where to go. These seemed to be people from various backgrounds who weren't held back by any conditioning and who followed their intuition and instinct. I watched these fast runners starting from the back of the crowd, eventually overtaking even some of the slower groups in the front of the long column.
Some people started making it to the ledge where I stood. I let them pass by but stood my ground and stayed on my sentry post. "Please hurry!" I shouted urgently as the ground shook. There wasn't much time left and then this place, which felt like a gateway, would be impassable. I knew that deep within my soul. My task was to stand here and let as many pass as possible, to encourage them, to help if necessary. Still the Christian and Jewish groups made no effort to hurry. A whole group of Christians and Jews were coming up the mountain and nearing the gate of safety where I stood. The shaking off the ground had intensified and I knew that any moment the mountain path might become impassable. I reached my hands out to an older man with a thin haggard face. He was a Christian. His face was red either from exertion or more likely from a choleric temperament. He looked like a fanatic, but I didn't judge him. I loved him as my brother. But then the earth shook again and this time a whole section of the mountain broke off, taking the whole group of Christians and Jews with it into the abyss. The man I had tried to save lost his grip on my hands and he too plunged into the abyss with an expression of horror on his face. I was unspeakably sad about the unnecessary loss of lives. They could have made it if only they had made more of an effort, if only they hadn't been so fatalistic. That was the saddest thing, that they could have made it, but on some level they chose not to. It seemed that only those that were free from conditioning or were able to go beyond the conditioning they had received had been able to make it.
Beware of Earthquakes 22/07/2009
I
was shown that something horrific was about to happen in the Gulf of
Mexico. Voices were speaking to me and one said clearly: "this could
affect England and cause earthquakes even here."
Ravaged Earth 25/01/2008
Somehow, against my will, I got teleported into a disaster area. The elements there were out of control. Earthquakes tore the earth and volcano eruptions hurled huge rocks through the air which crashed to the ground creating craters. As soon as I found myself in the disaster zone I wanted to get out of there. I was very much aware of the danger. The red earth before me had been torn by huge monsters writhing in the mud, tearing the earth with their tusks. The monsters were gone, but the land was ravaged. I didn't like this place, but being there I had no choice but to cope with the conditions. I dodged flying rocks and tried to stay on top of the quaking earth. Somehow I managed to survive and get through unharmed.
Cataclysm of the Elements 12/04/2008
I
was near the top of a mountain. Above me loomed a large overhanging
cliff. I could clearly see the brown earth interwoven with tree roots.
There was somebody with me, a friendly presence, but I couldn't say
whether male or female. Interspersed between the earth and tree roots
were many dark-brown round objects of the size of a soccer ball. At
first I didn't know what those were and took them to be clumps of earth.
Curious I poked at one of them with my forefinger and found out it was a
rock. Though I had only touched the rock very lightly it fell out and
tumbled to the slope below making a thundering sound as it crashed. Then
another of the round rocks fell out from underneath the slope and
another. Now it seemed to me that the whole mountain had been created by
some higher force that had poured a mixture of rock and earth down from
the heavens and stacked it up in such a way that it could all be undone
by a simple touch.
For that was what was happening now, I realised with amazement and a tinge of guilt. The gentle touch of one of my fingers had upset the balance of the whole structure and caused an unstoppable chain reaction. As a result the whole mountain was now crumbling and dissolving fast. Oops, I thought, feeling a bit guilty for the massive destruction I was causing.
I found myself on top of the cliff, maybe I had flown there with my guide. The earth beneath my feet was quaking, shifting. Large rocks fell out of the cliff I was standing on, falling to the slope below with a thundering sound. I knew eventually the whole mountain would collapse, starting with the top I was standing on. I had to get off the mountain and fast.
I began to run down the slopes of the mountain. At one point I fell and found myself lying on my belly at the very edge of an abyss. About 2000 meters below was a beautiful green valley. However, I couldn't appreciate the view as the height made me dizzy and queasy. My fear of heights came up strongly. At this moment the earth shook and I was catapulted over the edge. I thought of a rope and a silver chain manifested. Now I was dangling on the chain. Strangely I felt no fear now that I was in real danger. I managed to pull myself up again and continued my journey down the mountain running as fast as I could I soon reached the valley where there was a city. As I entered the urban area, I saw people in the streets.
I shouted to a few of them that the mountain was collapsing and they had to get out of here. Those who understood me screamed in panic and started running, often knocking others down. After a while I realised it was better not to tell people, because the resulting mass hysteria would make it impossible for anybody at all to get out of the city. So I quietly told a few people who I deemed able to handle the situation. I was still running downhill towards the city centre when I met my father. I tried to convince him that he, my mother and my two younger siblings had to leave the town now, before it would all get destroyed. The other family members weren't around, but I thought of them and saw them in my mind's eye. None of them bore any resemblance to real-life family. My father was a kind man, but he didn't want to leave the town - never mind the cataclysm! The way I finally convinced him of the futility of staying was to tell him that I had lost my job, as the place where I worked had been destroyed in the disaster, and that the next day his job wouldn't exist anymore either. When he heard that he said, "okay then, but your mother won't like to leave!" I had a feeling that my mother was an old-fashioned and incredibly stubborn woman. "She will have to come along if you and the little ones go!" I replied. My father nodded and I felt relieved that the family would leave the disaster zone and get to safety.
Freed from family responsibility I ran on and came to the city centre. Two rivers filled with clear turquoise water flowed through the city intertwining like Ida and Pingala. The beauty and clarity of the two rivers was beyond any earthly river. By now the tremors from the crumbling mountain had become very strong. Parts of the mountain had fallen into the source of the two rivers. This caused an unusual flood wave. Instead of the flood going down the river, the waters of the river spilled over the banks all along the river. Some of the water was vaporised in what looked like a mighty nuclear explosion which turned water into steam. People were running and screaming while being swallowed by the flood which threatened to engulf the whole town. But I was standing still amidst the chaos and watched it all without any fear whatsoever. I observed all this in a very detached way.
Next I found myself very deep in the earth within an extensive cave system under the town. In those caves I found a place where a huge stone slab sealed the entrance to another cave or vault. The walls were sheer rock and the massive square rock slab sealing the cave's mouth was engraved with strange (not Egyptian) hieroglyphs. I don't know how I got to this place or what my original intention was. I observed myself as from the outside going about my unknown task. Everything I did, I did very purposefully. Having found the sealed entrance after wandering in the cave system for some time I was now standing before the stone slab and began to sing Tiamat's song. Each time I completed singing one verse or one round of the song I passed the index finger of my left hand over the rock gate horizontally from left to right as if tracing a line of hieroglyphs.
I was very concentrated and focused and knew the complete Tiamat song which came forth from my mouth with total confidence and great power. I had traced four or five lines when I became vaguely aware of a passer-by in the caves. For a moment I was a bit insecure as I hate people watching me do ritual work, but then I shrugged it off and ignored the person as I had important work to do. I kept on singing the song spell carefully counting the passes over the rock gate. When I had completed nine times I stepped back. The earth quaked and the rock slab began to come loose and shook as well. The lower part of the rock slab began to bulge out which made it look like a mouth opening and closing. I knew Tiamat was about to break out of her prison and she was furious. Having done my work I left the caves without seeing her emerge.
Back in the city I noticed the cataclysm was reaching its climax. The earth quaked and there was thunder. I looked up to the mountains surrounding the city. One of those mountains was a volcano which had been dormant for ages. Nobody had even thought of it as a volcano anymore. With a loud rumble and explosion the mountain blew its top. Pieces of rock and sheets of lava flew through the air and fell onto the city. Black lava spilled down the slopes. None of the lava was red, all of it was black. It burned everything it touched and wasn't just hot but also acid, eating its way through everything. People screamed and ran and many died. Again I stood still amidst the chaos feeling no fear. Reason told me it was better to get away from a volcano eruption.
I joined two men in a car and we drove on the road out of the city. There were surprisingly few cars on the road. As we came over the mountain pass and were near safety there were only two cars in front of us, and none behind us. The front most car broke down blocking the narrow and winding mountain road. The car before us then took off to the right, driving over mountain meadows in an attempt to get away from the erupting volcano. The driver of our car followed it. The situation was rapidly getting worse. Large clumps of black lava were raining down from the sky all around us.
As the lava hit the grass it sizzled so loudly that we could hear it well with closed windows. It occurred to me that any protection the car offered against the lava was very flimsy. If a big enough chunk of lava should hit us it would eat its way through the thin metal in no time. Still it was better being in the car than going on on foot. This time I felt the suspension but wasn't really afraid. The lava began to eat up the rubber tires of our car until only the metal wheels were left. We couldn't go far like this as the bare wheels slipped a lot and the car was getting more and more difficult to control.
Somehow we made it to a house which seemed far enough away to be safe. No lava was falling from the sky here. My two male travelling companions and I stayed in this house for a while to take a rest and make new plans. But I felt very dirty, so I took off my clothes and washed on a sink in our room. I didn't have any inhibitions about the two men seeing me naked. It seemed the natural thing to do to strip and wash. I was nearly finished washing when dark red water came out from the tap. It looked like old blood. I thought it must be acidity from the volcano which had got into the water supply. We had thought ourselves safe here, but now it was clear that the disaster was quickly following us. I told the other two we must leave at once but they didn't listen to me, didn't take me serious.
Annoyed I jumped up and down like a small child shouting "we must leave now! We must leave now!" Only then did it occur to me how ridiculous I must look, acting like a child and being stark naked. Feeling silly I looked for my clothes and quickly put them back on. I don't know what happened then. I think the men still didn't want to follow me, so I left them to their fate and set out on my own to find safety.
Then I heard a voice saying that when I am with the group I lose my power.
The whole dream had been extremely colourful and vivid. The images held a great deal of violent power but my emotions had been very balanced throughout the dream. I felt in control, besides the time when I travelled with the two men.
For that was what was happening now, I realised with amazement and a tinge of guilt. The gentle touch of one of my fingers had upset the balance of the whole structure and caused an unstoppable chain reaction. As a result the whole mountain was now crumbling and dissolving fast. Oops, I thought, feeling a bit guilty for the massive destruction I was causing.
I found myself on top of the cliff, maybe I had flown there with my guide. The earth beneath my feet was quaking, shifting. Large rocks fell out of the cliff I was standing on, falling to the slope below with a thundering sound. I knew eventually the whole mountain would collapse, starting with the top I was standing on. I had to get off the mountain and fast.
I began to run down the slopes of the mountain. At one point I fell and found myself lying on my belly at the very edge of an abyss. About 2000 meters below was a beautiful green valley. However, I couldn't appreciate the view as the height made me dizzy and queasy. My fear of heights came up strongly. At this moment the earth shook and I was catapulted over the edge. I thought of a rope and a silver chain manifested. Now I was dangling on the chain. Strangely I felt no fear now that I was in real danger. I managed to pull myself up again and continued my journey down the mountain running as fast as I could I soon reached the valley where there was a city. As I entered the urban area, I saw people in the streets.
I shouted to a few of them that the mountain was collapsing and they had to get out of here. Those who understood me screamed in panic and started running, often knocking others down. After a while I realised it was better not to tell people, because the resulting mass hysteria would make it impossible for anybody at all to get out of the city. So I quietly told a few people who I deemed able to handle the situation. I was still running downhill towards the city centre when I met my father. I tried to convince him that he, my mother and my two younger siblings had to leave the town now, before it would all get destroyed. The other family members weren't around, but I thought of them and saw them in my mind's eye. None of them bore any resemblance to real-life family. My father was a kind man, but he didn't want to leave the town - never mind the cataclysm! The way I finally convinced him of the futility of staying was to tell him that I had lost my job, as the place where I worked had been destroyed in the disaster, and that the next day his job wouldn't exist anymore either. When he heard that he said, "okay then, but your mother won't like to leave!" I had a feeling that my mother was an old-fashioned and incredibly stubborn woman. "She will have to come along if you and the little ones go!" I replied. My father nodded and I felt relieved that the family would leave the disaster zone and get to safety.
Freed from family responsibility I ran on and came to the city centre. Two rivers filled with clear turquoise water flowed through the city intertwining like Ida and Pingala. The beauty and clarity of the two rivers was beyond any earthly river. By now the tremors from the crumbling mountain had become very strong. Parts of the mountain had fallen into the source of the two rivers. This caused an unusual flood wave. Instead of the flood going down the river, the waters of the river spilled over the banks all along the river. Some of the water was vaporised in what looked like a mighty nuclear explosion which turned water into steam. People were running and screaming while being swallowed by the flood which threatened to engulf the whole town. But I was standing still amidst the chaos and watched it all without any fear whatsoever. I observed all this in a very detached way.
Next I found myself very deep in the earth within an extensive cave system under the town. In those caves I found a place where a huge stone slab sealed the entrance to another cave or vault. The walls were sheer rock and the massive square rock slab sealing the cave's mouth was engraved with strange (not Egyptian) hieroglyphs. I don't know how I got to this place or what my original intention was. I observed myself as from the outside going about my unknown task. Everything I did, I did very purposefully. Having found the sealed entrance after wandering in the cave system for some time I was now standing before the stone slab and began to sing Tiamat's song. Each time I completed singing one verse or one round of the song I passed the index finger of my left hand over the rock gate horizontally from left to right as if tracing a line of hieroglyphs.
I was very concentrated and focused and knew the complete Tiamat song which came forth from my mouth with total confidence and great power. I had traced four or five lines when I became vaguely aware of a passer-by in the caves. For a moment I was a bit insecure as I hate people watching me do ritual work, but then I shrugged it off and ignored the person as I had important work to do. I kept on singing the song spell carefully counting the passes over the rock gate. When I had completed nine times I stepped back. The earth quaked and the rock slab began to come loose and shook as well. The lower part of the rock slab began to bulge out which made it look like a mouth opening and closing. I knew Tiamat was about to break out of her prison and she was furious. Having done my work I left the caves without seeing her emerge.
Back in the city I noticed the cataclysm was reaching its climax. The earth quaked and there was thunder. I looked up to the mountains surrounding the city. One of those mountains was a volcano which had been dormant for ages. Nobody had even thought of it as a volcano anymore. With a loud rumble and explosion the mountain blew its top. Pieces of rock and sheets of lava flew through the air and fell onto the city. Black lava spilled down the slopes. None of the lava was red, all of it was black. It burned everything it touched and wasn't just hot but also acid, eating its way through everything. People screamed and ran and many died. Again I stood still amidst the chaos feeling no fear. Reason told me it was better to get away from a volcano eruption.
I joined two men in a car and we drove on the road out of the city. There were surprisingly few cars on the road. As we came over the mountain pass and were near safety there were only two cars in front of us, and none behind us. The front most car broke down blocking the narrow and winding mountain road. The car before us then took off to the right, driving over mountain meadows in an attempt to get away from the erupting volcano. The driver of our car followed it. The situation was rapidly getting worse. Large clumps of black lava were raining down from the sky all around us.
As the lava hit the grass it sizzled so loudly that we could hear it well with closed windows. It occurred to me that any protection the car offered against the lava was very flimsy. If a big enough chunk of lava should hit us it would eat its way through the thin metal in no time. Still it was better being in the car than going on on foot. This time I felt the suspension but wasn't really afraid. The lava began to eat up the rubber tires of our car until only the metal wheels were left. We couldn't go far like this as the bare wheels slipped a lot and the car was getting more and more difficult to control.
Somehow we made it to a house which seemed far enough away to be safe. No lava was falling from the sky here. My two male travelling companions and I stayed in this house for a while to take a rest and make new plans. But I felt very dirty, so I took off my clothes and washed on a sink in our room. I didn't have any inhibitions about the two men seeing me naked. It seemed the natural thing to do to strip and wash. I was nearly finished washing when dark red water came out from the tap. It looked like old blood. I thought it must be acidity from the volcano which had got into the water supply. We had thought ourselves safe here, but now it was clear that the disaster was quickly following us. I told the other two we must leave at once but they didn't listen to me, didn't take me serious.
Annoyed I jumped up and down like a small child shouting "we must leave now! We must leave now!" Only then did it occur to me how ridiculous I must look, acting like a child and being stark naked. Feeling silly I looked for my clothes and quickly put them back on. I don't know what happened then. I think the men still didn't want to follow me, so I left them to their fate and set out on my own to find safety.
Then I heard a voice saying that when I am with the group I lose my power.
The whole dream had been extremely colourful and vivid. The images held a great deal of violent power but my emotions had been very balanced throughout the dream. I felt in control, besides the time when I travelled with the two men.
Snow in Hong Kong 14/09/2008
I
was in Hong Kong and it was snowing! A white layer of snow of several
inches covered the ground. The local people were amazed. They were
frolicking around in the snow, having fun. The girls were happy to have a
good occasion to wear their stylish wool caps and gloves, looking like
Europeans. How shallow they were! I was very concerned because I knew
the snow in Hong Kong was the first indication of a global climate
disaster. I was going around and tried to talk to the laughing people
playing in the snow, trying to shake them up. "This is serious, the
Earth is sick!" I told people, but they only laughed and fooled around. I
knew they wouldn't be laughing for long, soon they would cry when
things got worse. I looked to the sky, wondering what would be next. I
knew other places were being affected at the same time, and soon things
would get worse, much worse. A cataclysm was coming, but the people weren't waking up, they weren't listening!
Snow in Devon 4/11/2008
"Will
the house prices in Devon ever go down?" I asked a rich landlord and
landlady. They had several houses which they rented out at very high
prices. The houses were small and poor quality but the prices they asked
were very high. "Never! The house prices will never go down. Not in
this country!" they replied vehemently. I felt discouraged. I pondered
on the exploitation of the people by greedy landlords while walking
around outside. I felt cold. A thick layer of snow covered the roads and
everything. 'How come it is snowing in Devon?' I asked myself. I knew
Devon was a warm place and there would never be such thick snow. There
was something wrong. I felt strongly that this was the beginning of the
climate change, and a sign that the Earth was sick and that cataclysmic
changes were coming. But all the other people around me didn't seem to
think this was something unusual. I was trudging through the deep snow
feeling very cold. And I knew it would be colder still in other parts of
England. 'No wonder everybody wants to move down to Devon!' I thought.
But that was no escape either, because even Devon was affected by the
climate change. It might take a little longer for things to become
unbearable here, but they would become so in the end, I thought.
Then I was in a big hall dancing a kind of circle dance with several others, both male and female. There was one person watching us dance. This person was the initiator but I never saw him or her clearly, just was aware of a presence. We were dancing a spiral and as each person came to the front they were initiated in turns. Somehow, during the dance the others shuffled around and pushed me aside and to the back of the line, even though it would have been my time to be initiated next. I was quite upset about it and tried to move forward in the dance again. But before I could get to the front of the queue again, a thin tall man had pushed himself to the front. His attitude was very arrogant and selfish, vain and attention-seeking. I didn't like him at all. He pushed himself to the front and took the microphone from the initiator and climbed on a stage. Then he began to talk into the microphone about the destruction of the Earth. He didn't really have anything important to say, he just wanted to appear important. In the meantime he was wasting everybody's time. Once he asked the audience rhetorically, "Will we have time to heal the Earth?" 'Not if he talks so long,' I thought sarcastically. I felt very strongly that the time to heal the Earth was running out while we were listening to self-important idiots. I was moving forward through the queue to take my rightful place at the front again, to get my initiation done with, so we could move on.
Then I was in a big hall dancing a kind of circle dance with several others, both male and female. There was one person watching us dance. This person was the initiator but I never saw him or her clearly, just was aware of a presence. We were dancing a spiral and as each person came to the front they were initiated in turns. Somehow, during the dance the others shuffled around and pushed me aside and to the back of the line, even though it would have been my time to be initiated next. I was quite upset about it and tried to move forward in the dance again. But before I could get to the front of the queue again, a thin tall man had pushed himself to the front. His attitude was very arrogant and selfish, vain and attention-seeking. I didn't like him at all. He pushed himself to the front and took the microphone from the initiator and climbed on a stage. Then he began to talk into the microphone about the destruction of the Earth. He didn't really have anything important to say, he just wanted to appear important. In the meantime he was wasting everybody's time. Once he asked the audience rhetorically, "Will we have time to heal the Earth?" 'Not if he talks so long,' I thought sarcastically. I felt very strongly that the time to heal the Earth was running out while we were listening to self-important idiots. I was moving forward through the queue to take my rightful place at the front again, to get my initiation done with, so we could move on.
Winnowing Wind 15/12/2008
I
was in an enormous complex of buildings together with many other
people. There was an emergency, the building began to shake and dust and
small chips from the ceiling started falling down. It wasn't clear
whether it was war and we were under air attack, or whether it was an
earthquake that shook the building. But it seemed to be the beginning of
a big cataclysm
and Holocaust. All the people inside the building were running and in
panic. Over the loudspeakers we were being told to proceed to a
particular area of the building where we would be safe. Everybody
started rushing in this direction obediently, and so did I -- in the
beginning. As I walked quickly following the others I suddenly had a
strong feeling that the area I had just left was a lot safer than where I
was being told to go. At first I kept on walking but then the sense of
urgency grew. I had followed the herd for too long already, I realised.
An inner voice told me that 'I must follow my own intuition this time
and from now on always!' So I turned around and went back to the area of
the building where I had previously been, which moments ago had been
full of people but now was totally deserted.
It was clear to me that the building would inevitably collapse. I was looking for the safest place to be when the roof came crashing down. First I entered a cramped engine room and thought of taking shelter behind and beneath some of the big metal engines, but the thought of being trapped there made me feel very uncomfortable. My feeling told me to go to the next room. This was an enormous circular hall, completely free of furniture and with a high dome shaped glass roof. Here I would wait until the building collapsed and then use my magick to protect myself from falling beams and pieces of the roof. Here I would have space to move to the left and right rather than being trapped in a small room. It felt right.
I must have made it because in the next scene the horrible unspeakable things had already happened. The few survivors of the cataclysm now lived in large subterranean halls of a gigantic complex of buildings. These underground places had somehow been given light, air and atmosphere, so that plants grew there just as they once had above ground. What was left of mankind was living underground now. There were even forests growing underground. Each forest had a guardian assigned to it. The task of the guardian was to keep the forest healthy and protect it at all costs. For this the guardians needed to know magick and they had to be warriors as well. I was one of those guardians and had a forest that I was responsible for. The world above the ground was ruled by enemy forces who killed anybody who dared to come out from the underground shelters.
I would not have come up above ground, but I still hoped to regain part of my old life. I needed money so I wouldn't lose my home before I had time to retrieve certain things. Many people still hoped to return to their homes in the near future. In the meantime they were dependent on the banks. Nobody could go to work, as we were all trapped underground and there was war and chaos above ground. The banks exploited people's desperate situation and exerted pressure on them. I had a cell phone with me and made a phone call to my bank to explain to them that I was going to pay back my debts and that things were getting better for me but that because of the war I was unable to pay this month. I had hoped that they would let me have another month or so before they tried to repossess my things. But the bank employee told me, that they wouldn't discuss my situation on the phone, and if I wanted them to help me I had to come personally. This was the only way they could give me an extension. I wasn't happy with this as it meant I had to go above ground, but finally agreed. The bank building was on the other side of a large meadow which was just opposite of the tunnel exit. It was suicidal crossing the meadow, but I had no choice -- all due to the bank's lack of flexibility.
I stepped outside and came on to a strange scene. In the centre of the meadow were several groups of Muslims with machine guns. There were also dozens of civilians standing around who didn't know where to go or run to and were too afraid to move. So they didn't do anything at all and passively stood around in the midst of the war zone! At that moment a man emerged from the tunnel to my left. He also had to cross over to the building opposite. "The first time?" he asked me. I nodded in reply. He must have seen my worried look because he continued, "no big deal. I've done this many times. All you have to do is run to the other side!" "Won't we be shot at?" I asked him. "Of course, but you just dodge the bullets and hope for the best!" he replied and began to run. Gunshots sounded out but I noticed him reaching the other side safely making use of the cover of crowds of civilians that the gunmen weren't shooting into. Then it was my turn.
I took a deep breath and started running also. As soon as the Arabs became aware of me they started shooting. I hid behind a group of civilians and they stopped firing. Then I came out from my cover again and ran a bit further. I let myself drop and rolled over the ground and jumped up again several times until I made it to the next cluster of civilians. The Muslims didn't seem very motivated to shoot me or surely they would have been able to. I finally made it to the other side and the bank. But my consultation at the bank didn't go very well. The manager told me that they could not give me an extension for the payback of my debts. I pointed out that I had only a very small amount of debts compared to other people. And they said, yes that was true but it didn't matter, just the fact that I had any debts was working against me. He then pointed out that in these difficult times the bank had separated all their clients into two categories: first class and second class people. And I had been classified as a second class human being and therefore wasn't eligible to get any help from the bank! All those who had debts before the cataclysm wouldn't get any more help from the bank. I was angry and frustrated. I had risked my life to come there for nothing. Now I had to go back across the meadow with crazy gunmen shooting at me.
When I emerged from the bank building an enormous wind came up. It was almost like a tornado. It blew over the meadow and blew all the people away, harmless civilians and bloodthirsty Muslims alike. The wind was so strong that nobody could walk two or three steps without being blown down. But I had to cross the meadow on the way back to the underground shelters. At first I tried walking too, but the wind blew me down. But I soon found out a way to move with the wind. I got down on my knees and crawled or rolled into the direction I wanted to go. So close to the ground there was very little wind and I easily made it back to the shelter while other people were unable to escape the strong wind. I entered the tunnel which then opened into a big area.
On the left side was a big pine forest with wonderful old pine trees. At least there had been, when I left. I was shocked to see that the pine forest had been destroyed. Through the middle of the forest a wide path had been cut as if with a gigantic axe. The guardian of the forest stood at the entrance with slumped shoulders and looking defeated. "What has happened here?" I asked pointing my finger at the destruction. "It was the evil wind that did it!" the guardian said. "Never have I experienced such a wind! It snapped the mighty tree trunks like matchsticks! But that was not all it did. Do you not see? Not a single tree in this forest is still alive!" That surprised me, because many trees were standing obviously undamaged. But now that I reached out with my senses something did feel wrong.
All the trees were indeed dead! "How?" was all I could say. "Dried out by the wind! It dried them out in an instant, the evil wind!" the guardian lamented. I was shocked beyond words for a moment. My next coherent thought was, 'what about my forest?' I hadn't spoken the words yet, but the guardian must have sensed my concern and said, "your forest is well. Not a single tree died. Your magick must have protected it!" I looked over my right shoulder where the entrance to my forest was, and really everything seemed okay there, not a single tree trunk had been snapped. I was surprised at the power of my magick that protected my forest even in my absence, while the other guardian's powers had not been sufficient to even save one tree in his forest. The wind had definitely acted selectively, completely destroying the forest on the left side of the path, but leaving my forest on the right side completely untouched. I was sad about the destruction of the other forest but also very relieved that at least we hadn't lost my forest as well. Still, I felt the danger wasn't over yet and sensed there was a greater evil behind this, something that was aiming at destroying all the forests eventually.
I felt that I needed to check everything in my forest immediately. With two friends or assistants I walked through the forest looking for signs of damage or evil. We walked for a long time without finding anything unusual. Then we came to a place where the uneven ground had formed a natural ledge. On the ledge sat four strange figures: a reindeer and three ordinary deer. The strange thing was that they were sitting on their behinds like human beings. And even stranger, they were wearing human clothes. In their hands or hooves they were holding various implements, such as a sceptre, wands, and may be knives or swords. They didn't move and appeared to be lifeless statues of once living creatures that had been petrified. Their long coats and cloaks weren't moving in the breeze either. Whatever was wrong in the forest originated from here, I felt. 'I need to examine this a bit more,' I thought. But suddenly the unmoving figures came to life and began to move. I can't remember exactly what happened then, but I think they attacked us and we had to run as we had no weapons. The forest turned a lot darker from then on. My friends and I were trying to get away, but not in panic but rather to get help to root out this evil.
It was clear to me that the building would inevitably collapse. I was looking for the safest place to be when the roof came crashing down. First I entered a cramped engine room and thought of taking shelter behind and beneath some of the big metal engines, but the thought of being trapped there made me feel very uncomfortable. My feeling told me to go to the next room. This was an enormous circular hall, completely free of furniture and with a high dome shaped glass roof. Here I would wait until the building collapsed and then use my magick to protect myself from falling beams and pieces of the roof. Here I would have space to move to the left and right rather than being trapped in a small room. It felt right.
I must have made it because in the next scene the horrible unspeakable things had already happened. The few survivors of the cataclysm now lived in large subterranean halls of a gigantic complex of buildings. These underground places had somehow been given light, air and atmosphere, so that plants grew there just as they once had above ground. What was left of mankind was living underground now. There were even forests growing underground. Each forest had a guardian assigned to it. The task of the guardian was to keep the forest healthy and protect it at all costs. For this the guardians needed to know magick and they had to be warriors as well. I was one of those guardians and had a forest that I was responsible for. The world above the ground was ruled by enemy forces who killed anybody who dared to come out from the underground shelters.
I would not have come up above ground, but I still hoped to regain part of my old life. I needed money so I wouldn't lose my home before I had time to retrieve certain things. Many people still hoped to return to their homes in the near future. In the meantime they were dependent on the banks. Nobody could go to work, as we were all trapped underground and there was war and chaos above ground. The banks exploited people's desperate situation and exerted pressure on them. I had a cell phone with me and made a phone call to my bank to explain to them that I was going to pay back my debts and that things were getting better for me but that because of the war I was unable to pay this month. I had hoped that they would let me have another month or so before they tried to repossess my things. But the bank employee told me, that they wouldn't discuss my situation on the phone, and if I wanted them to help me I had to come personally. This was the only way they could give me an extension. I wasn't happy with this as it meant I had to go above ground, but finally agreed. The bank building was on the other side of a large meadow which was just opposite of the tunnel exit. It was suicidal crossing the meadow, but I had no choice -- all due to the bank's lack of flexibility.
I stepped outside and came on to a strange scene. In the centre of the meadow were several groups of Muslims with machine guns. There were also dozens of civilians standing around who didn't know where to go or run to and were too afraid to move. So they didn't do anything at all and passively stood around in the midst of the war zone! At that moment a man emerged from the tunnel to my left. He also had to cross over to the building opposite. "The first time?" he asked me. I nodded in reply. He must have seen my worried look because he continued, "no big deal. I've done this many times. All you have to do is run to the other side!" "Won't we be shot at?" I asked him. "Of course, but you just dodge the bullets and hope for the best!" he replied and began to run. Gunshots sounded out but I noticed him reaching the other side safely making use of the cover of crowds of civilians that the gunmen weren't shooting into. Then it was my turn.
I took a deep breath and started running also. As soon as the Arabs became aware of me they started shooting. I hid behind a group of civilians and they stopped firing. Then I came out from my cover again and ran a bit further. I let myself drop and rolled over the ground and jumped up again several times until I made it to the next cluster of civilians. The Muslims didn't seem very motivated to shoot me or surely they would have been able to. I finally made it to the other side and the bank. But my consultation at the bank didn't go very well. The manager told me that they could not give me an extension for the payback of my debts. I pointed out that I had only a very small amount of debts compared to other people. And they said, yes that was true but it didn't matter, just the fact that I had any debts was working against me. He then pointed out that in these difficult times the bank had separated all their clients into two categories: first class and second class people. And I had been classified as a second class human being and therefore wasn't eligible to get any help from the bank! All those who had debts before the cataclysm wouldn't get any more help from the bank. I was angry and frustrated. I had risked my life to come there for nothing. Now I had to go back across the meadow with crazy gunmen shooting at me.
When I emerged from the bank building an enormous wind came up. It was almost like a tornado. It blew over the meadow and blew all the people away, harmless civilians and bloodthirsty Muslims alike. The wind was so strong that nobody could walk two or three steps without being blown down. But I had to cross the meadow on the way back to the underground shelters. At first I tried walking too, but the wind blew me down. But I soon found out a way to move with the wind. I got down on my knees and crawled or rolled into the direction I wanted to go. So close to the ground there was very little wind and I easily made it back to the shelter while other people were unable to escape the strong wind. I entered the tunnel which then opened into a big area.
On the left side was a big pine forest with wonderful old pine trees. At least there had been, when I left. I was shocked to see that the pine forest had been destroyed. Through the middle of the forest a wide path had been cut as if with a gigantic axe. The guardian of the forest stood at the entrance with slumped shoulders and looking defeated. "What has happened here?" I asked pointing my finger at the destruction. "It was the evil wind that did it!" the guardian said. "Never have I experienced such a wind! It snapped the mighty tree trunks like matchsticks! But that was not all it did. Do you not see? Not a single tree in this forest is still alive!" That surprised me, because many trees were standing obviously undamaged. But now that I reached out with my senses something did feel wrong.
All the trees were indeed dead! "How?" was all I could say. "Dried out by the wind! It dried them out in an instant, the evil wind!" the guardian lamented. I was shocked beyond words for a moment. My next coherent thought was, 'what about my forest?' I hadn't spoken the words yet, but the guardian must have sensed my concern and said, "your forest is well. Not a single tree died. Your magick must have protected it!" I looked over my right shoulder where the entrance to my forest was, and really everything seemed okay there, not a single tree trunk had been snapped. I was surprised at the power of my magick that protected my forest even in my absence, while the other guardian's powers had not been sufficient to even save one tree in his forest. The wind had definitely acted selectively, completely destroying the forest on the left side of the path, but leaving my forest on the right side completely untouched. I was sad about the destruction of the other forest but also very relieved that at least we hadn't lost my forest as well. Still, I felt the danger wasn't over yet and sensed there was a greater evil behind this, something that was aiming at destroying all the forests eventually.
I felt that I needed to check everything in my forest immediately. With two friends or assistants I walked through the forest looking for signs of damage or evil. We walked for a long time without finding anything unusual. Then we came to a place where the uneven ground had formed a natural ledge. On the ledge sat four strange figures: a reindeer and three ordinary deer. The strange thing was that they were sitting on their behinds like human beings. And even stranger, they were wearing human clothes. In their hands or hooves they were holding various implements, such as a sceptre, wands, and may be knives or swords. They didn't move and appeared to be lifeless statues of once living creatures that had been petrified. Their long coats and cloaks weren't moving in the breeze either. Whatever was wrong in the forest originated from here, I felt. 'I need to examine this a bit more,' I thought. But suddenly the unmoving figures came to life and began to move. I can't remember exactly what happened then, but I think they attacked us and we had to run as we had no weapons. The forest turned a lot darker from then on. My friends and I were trying to get away, but not in panic but rather to get help to root out this evil.
Land's End 05/08/2007
I
drove my car through streets of unknown towns using my navigation
system to get me to my destination. The terrain was constantly rising. I
was alone in the car and the traffic required focus so I couldn't look
at the surroundings much. But after a while I came to a town that looked
very familiar. I knew I had been there before, but didn't remember
when. From the navigation system I could see that I was nearing my
destination. I kept an eye on it, as the meters counted down and it
finally indicated I had arrived. I got out of the car and looked around.
I was in a tourist area and somehow I had gone to the future! The road
went a little further and then ended in nothing! It looked as if a cataclysm
had torn that road off. I stood at the very edge of the broken road and
looked around amazed. I had come to land's end! Whatever cataclysm had
torn the land long ago, nature had recovered. Everything was peaceful
and beautiful again. Far below to my left was a green valley studded
with a few glittering lights from small houses. It was an idyllic,
picturesque scene. But up where I was, at the broken off road, there was
a huge information board showing the valley as it was now and how it
was to be developed in the future. The board showed the development in
several stages. In the end everything was to be covered with streets and
houses. Street lights flared and roads with traffic cut through the
land destroying the ley lines. There would be nothing left of the lovely
valley, no more nature, no trees, no grass. I felt sad, and sick at
such destruction and desecration of nature.
On the right side were the steep grass-covered slopes of a tall mountain. 'At least they won't be able to develop that area,' I thought. A ski-lift with beautiful gondolas went up that mountain going to the peak, possibly beyond. Nobody was using that lift, but it was operating. I decided to go and take the lift and explore the higher regions, far away from civilisation, where I could have some solitude.
On the right side were the steep grass-covered slopes of a tall mountain. 'At least they won't be able to develop that area,' I thought. A ski-lift with beautiful gondolas went up that mountain going to the peak, possibly beyond. Nobody was using that lift, but it was operating. I decided to go and take the lift and explore the higher regions, far away from civilisation, where I could have some solitude.
Destruction of the Earth 17/09/2006
First
I was shown the sea. I was on a ship at sea. But the sea wasn't
beautiful at all any more, it was murky and dirty. Somebody on the ship
told me that there was a four inch layer of oil on top of the sea water,
which, because of the waves had become mixed up with the water. As a
result all the fish were dying. As he spoke my vision expanded and I
could ascertain the truth
of his words. I saw underwater scenes of murky water, dying fish and
plants. There were hardly any fish left, and those few left were sick.
The whole ocean was polluted, not just in one place, but all over the
world. People had fished the sea almost empty, and now the remaining
fish were dying because of pollution. I was extremely sad about
the condition of the ocean.
Then I was shown the land: it started raining, but the rain didn't stop. In fact it rained harder and harder until all the water became a flood that threatened to sweep everything and everybody away. People were running hither and thither to escape from the floods and save their lives. Then, to make things even worse, it started hailing. The hail was the size of tennis balls and quite deadly. It came down from beyond the high mountains and rolled into the valley. It cut off a large group of people, including myself, from the majority of other people, and trapped us between the hail and the rocky walls of the mountain range. I could have made it to safety when the hail started coming down, if I had acted quickly, but I had wanted to save the other people, so I had followed them into the danger zone. Now the water was rising and cutting off our only escape route. I gathered those who were willing to listen, and together we waded through the rising water. It rose up so high that it went to my armpits, and finally my neck. In the end we had to squeeze ourselves through a very narrow passage. I made it, and managed to save a few people, but many others perished. And in the rest of the land people were dying by the tens of thousands also. It was a big disaster and a tragedy.
I woke up crying because I hadn't been able to save the people.
Then I was shown the land: it started raining, but the rain didn't stop. In fact it rained harder and harder until all the water became a flood that threatened to sweep everything and everybody away. People were running hither and thither to escape from the floods and save their lives. Then, to make things even worse, it started hailing. The hail was the size of tennis balls and quite deadly. It came down from beyond the high mountains and rolled into the valley. It cut off a large group of people, including myself, from the majority of other people, and trapped us between the hail and the rocky walls of the mountain range. I could have made it to safety when the hail started coming down, if I had acted quickly, but I had wanted to save the other people, so I had followed them into the danger zone. Now the water was rising and cutting off our only escape route. I gathered those who were willing to listen, and together we waded through the rising water. It rose up so high that it went to my armpits, and finally my neck. In the end we had to squeeze ourselves through a very narrow passage. I made it, and managed to save a few people, but many others perished. And in the rest of the land people were dying by the tens of thousands also. It was a big disaster and a tragedy.
I woke up crying because I hadn't been able to save the people.
Tower by the Sea 14/05/2005
I
was in a tower by the sea with other people. The tower had huge glass
windows through which we could look out over the sea. Suddenly huge
waves came rolling towards the shore. It looked like several tsunamis,
one after the other. The tower was right at the beach and we were all in
the top room which had panorama view.
The sea was beautiful, the water blue-grey, but not dirty. As the giant waves rolled towards us people got scared. Some panicked. "Will we die today?" somebody asked me. "Possibly", I answered, biting in a piece of cake with gusto. "Possibly." I repeated, "But what is death anyway? We all have to die one day." I continued eating my piece of cake with relish and was totally unconcerned. Several people gave me disgusted looks though.
The sea was beautiful, the water blue-grey, but not dirty. As the giant waves rolled towards us people got scared. Some panicked. "Will we die today?" somebody asked me. "Possibly", I answered, biting in a piece of cake with gusto. "Possibly." I repeated, "But what is death anyway? We all have to die one day." I continued eating my piece of cake with relish and was totally unconcerned. Several people gave me disgusted looks though.
Space Cataclysm 31/03/2004
I
dreamt that some kind of danger came from space or that I was in space
observing as disaster struck the earth. I heard a voice saying that
hundreds of millions of people had died. I was shocked and astonished.
It seemed some huge cataclysmic event had caused that.
Tidal Wave Destroys City 07/06/2002
I
saw myself in a big city with many skyscrapers overlooking a harbour. I
was in a very tall skyscraper myself. Suddenly a giant tidal wave came
and struck the city. I watched through the window how buildings
collapsed and were being destroyed by the water. I felt the building I
was in moving, but not collapsing, as it was a bit further back. I was
thinking how lucky I was that the building I was in still stood.
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