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SunPar 3-D Dream


Flashback

8/20/2002

Jupiter 3-D


This is a powerful message that came to me in a dream.

My fingers may make typo’s but I want to get down as much as I can remember and the sequence in which it came.

I went to sleep at 4 am with Purrby by my side. Inside my dream I was awakened to a room full of persons that I had no knowledge of ever seeing or meeting. The window was wide open and the curtain was the only pertinent thing in the room. It was here (my apartment) but it had been totally transformed. There was a void to the room as in pictures and material things, very plain.

The persons were beautiful in form and small kittens were scattering about. They were not in good health from being outdoors and were cuddling with Purrby.

On a whiteboard the words,welcome to Sunpar’s Journey to Jupiter in 3-D was written. The crop music from the “SIGNS” soundtrack  was playing. I was being touched and caressed simultaneously by many hands. The touch filled me with intimidation and I was told to relax and enjoy these things bestowed upon me.

One man in particular was a leader of sorts. In my mind I assumed that he at some time had been with these other woman. I remember hovering over the group in suspended animation and being moved in different directions by persons moving there hands.

My first mate was here and at first seemed to be upset that so much attention was centered on me until a lady chose him and they disappeared into a long kiss, a passionate one. All the while my interest was in wanting this man.

Everyone said I was holding back that I had to give in to my feelings but that it was not time for this specific man. He touched me in ways that absorbed my soul, I felt very connected to him. Then all of a sudden we were in time transported to another place. It was like a big yard and I had to relieve myself. I went into this canal and he was there and we watched each other. He held me and told me to release my desires and then he gently kissed me. I desired more, but “not yet” were his words. Everyone had laptops and were connected to a site that said the words about Sunpar and Jupiter,  years (2035) into the future.


There are messages that I am trying to remember that concerned me.

Look inside is coming through and don’t hold back, go. The dream is fading now but I remember coming back here and the apartment was all cleaned up and no evidence of my past life was here. It was clean and functional yet very basic. The door opened this time as the window had been sealed off to outsiders and he walked in. He took me in his arms and told me to CRY, to let everything fall on his shoulders.

It was not to be sexual in nature but about feeling and touch. Then slowly a new group of persons that had gotten news of this group came in the room, they came in through unknown portals.

The kittens, slipping in under the door stripping were back all clean and playing and scattering about as kittens do. Like young children let loose at the playground. It was a reunion again and even tho I did not KNOW these persons they were my family and we connected on all levels of communication and oneness.

OK, I have pulled up the elusiveness now and I just wanted to add that before sleep I asked the universe for dreams to come and I was thinking about kissing and relating on a more feeling mode instead of sexually.
The dream came…

Then this in a universal message:

Your mind is apt to be challenged, dear Scorpio, by a strong force that is calling on you to lift off the ground and take flight. More than likely there is a strong person or situation that enters the scene today to remind you of the importance of the imagination. Don’t get so fixed in your position that you fail to see the benefits of other ways of looking at the same thing.

12/17/2002  (Drug Lords)
I have just awoken from falling a sleep while watching the soaps. Evidently I needed the deep sleep. My head is spinning from the dream that awoke me. I was on the phone with you crying and I was telling you that which had happened. In my dream I was happy and I always took the 4 tiels and Purrby to the library everyday and they kept them and they were a blessing to those visiting. I had finished cleaning my apartment which was in a very large house. There were many apartments, the weather was cool in the dream as it is now but a bit more chilly. I walked across the street and everything was in disarray. Birds flying hither and yon, cats looking lost as their owners could not locate them. Many persons did as I did and left there animals at the library when they went to work or had chores to run and didn’t want them to be alone. Faces of sadness and bewilderment abounded.
All questions had but a few nonsense answers.
The personnel at the front desk (once you could find it) said you were warned to not leave your apartment. I said “What are you talking about” They had fear on there faces, they were telling stories they thought made a bit of sense. In actuality they knew little more than myself.
OK, the persons at the library said for everyone to gather the animals they could find. Only those that were left by them and go back home because these drug lords had taken over and were taking what they wanted and leaving what they felt as trash behind.
I frantically searched and Purrby FOUND me, I located my teils and placed two on each of my shoulders…the parakeets were flying so wildly, I could only recognize one, it was Xanadu (named after Tweety) he was injured and I held him in my palm gently and walked towards home.
On arrival~ nothing . Everything gone, everything.
I went back to the library with a demand for my belongings back. They finally allowed me to see a secret room where furnishings and special items were placed by the drug lords. They told me to hurry and try to make some form of arrangement to get these things out that belonged too me.
In just a few hours they also would be forever gone.
I located Dad’s chair, my desk that the bird cages were on, all the empty cages…looking as if a hurricane had passed through them. Personal papers strewn all about the room.
Inside the cages were my treasured stones and crystals laying amidst the birdseed and feces.
Just hours before the cages had housed my happy parakeets and other sweet birdies.
I found a change purse mama had given me and figured I would need the small amount of change for bartering for food.
There were many children around looking very lost without their games to play.They promised to care for the parakeets as long as they were there. No one wanted to say too much, they were very much in fear of the drug lords and what they might do them.

It was like wandering through a huge warehouse looking for familiar items of my life. Photo albums were mixed in with other families photo albums, same as the household items and furnishings. They(the Drug Lords) had already taken the best things.

Little did they know what dad’s chair meant to me. The large table that I had bought with dad’s approval, he said it was good wood. My picture albums, books, my Purrby, and my birdies.
I was crying so hard I could barely speak on the phone to you to explain, in my dream a man was due home but he had no face in my dream, very nice but I haven’t any clues who. I just knew he was someone who was for me and cared deeply for me.

The key to my apartment of it’s own accord bent in half in my hand.

It was of no more use to me.
This is this first dream I have had in quite sometime that I have remembered so precisely to write down

My Kind of Dream


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Photoshop Design by © Cynthia Martz 2013

Foundations

I dreamed of a man that looked like Jafar in “Alice in Wonderland~Once Upon a Time”.

He was a Doctor, very intelligent and well spoken. He had a mysterious air about him that intrigued me.

He requested I visit him after meeting him at a cafe he frequented in the States.

He lived in Bolivia. I flew there into an unknown world. It was beautiful. He whisked me away on a romantic view of the city by way of his magic carpet.

I realized I had no interest in him and it seemed the feeling was mutual.

When I ready to leave I mentioned that we had not so much as kissed let alone been intimate with each other.

He told me to sit on the carpet and he began a story.

He said that LOVE was like building a house. First you laid a foundation which we had completed when we met and he invited me to fly too see him.

Second, the foundation must be secure, not flimsy made of sand that would easily crumble come the first storm.

Third were the floors of the house.They too had to be built very sturdy with beams of strong enforcers that would hold the house together no matter what troubles fell upon it.

Fourth the wiring. It had to be connected. This was one of the last things completed and it had to have enough spark to light the entire house from foundation too the roof.
The roof was the covering that protected the house. Without it all inside would deteriorate and dissolve.

He said Love grows, it reaches it potential over time like a beautiful work of art or musical soundtrack. It is not built over night, nor fast and furious. It is not a short-lived sexual escapade of lustful desires demanding fullfillment.

He looked off in the distance for a moment and then continued. A house can be filled with the most exquisite treasures found all over the world. It can have a tapestry of fruit trees, flowers and Cabana’s surrounding beautiful pond’s of Koi fish.

All these material things.

Still the house sits empty of respect, love and laughter.

He then asked me if I would like to build a home.

As I boarded the plane he said by the time the house is completed we will know if we shall live in it together.

Veiled Dreams


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I just woke up out of another intense dream. I went to the bathroom and noticed it was raining very hard, I could hear the sounds of it hitting the window pane.

The dream dissipated as soon as I awakened.

I used to pride myself on remembering my dreams. I could wake and write about the dream and the more I wrote the more I remembered.

That capability is gone.

I do dream, I still fly, but by the time I’m awake I can’t remember them. Lately all l  remember is how strange I feel. It feels like I am going in circles and discombobulated.  Usually I am very tired and thirsty. I used to have very vivid dreams and a strong memory of them. Now, The Dream leaves me feeling very confused, in a weird, happy or benevolent way.

No flashes, no bits and pieces that I can weave together.

I am beginning to think that my Dreams are like watching a new and exciting show on TV. One that has no conclusion, no follow-up or continuity.

Technicolor Fragments.

Visions of our innermost thoughts relentlessly at work while at rest. Night visions that are evidently not material to dwell on nor interpret, analyze, or decipher in the morning light.

Check out my Dreams that I did remember once upon a time.

Dreams Vs Reality

Spirit Travelers


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….The look on my Dad’s face was stern and perplexed. My Mother had that half-smile with the bluest twinkle in her eyes.

It was mid morning. My younger sister and I had moved to New York City that summer. We had rented a small ground level apartment next to a bakery. The windows were covered in wrought iron. The ceilings were like those in a church and the huge skylights let the bright morning light shine into our realm; much to our dismay on a morning such as this.

Edie and I had went out the night previous. New York City Nights…We brought late night “Party Till” persons back to our place. The beds had been used but not for sleeping.

Going to sleep was not an option; as the parents were coming in on the morning train. Morning had already begun, as I sit on my bum in the loo contemplating the day ahead.

As I read some old news from our news rack, I heard Edie say “Do you think we could go BY a grocery and stock up on their favorites including Mom’s biscuits and dad’s sausage he loved”

This made me laugh hysterically and I replied “ Do you really think we can afford to BUY a grocery”

She did not seem as amused as I was.

The windows had all  been opened. Our over night guests vacated our castle just a few hours before. We didn’t want any lingering odors of smoke, burnt pizza or  other contraband greeting the folks bright and early.

My legs were numb. I had sat too long in the loo. The curtain to the window was blowing slightly. I could hear the street sounds and smell the bread already in the ovens. The morning rush of city dwellers and out of city subbers had begun.

That’s when I noticed Mom and Dad standing outside the window.

They had arrived earlier then we expected.

“A true spirit visitation dream supports the notion that a loved one is never far away, guiding and contributing to the life of the dreamer. It eases the longing for re-connection and inspires faith in an afterlife. Guiding souls are not on a spiritual platform above us looking down but are invisibly amongst us blessing us daily with their love and offering a helping hand.”

Quote above from unknown source.

The Drowning


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The water was turbulent
The color of ink
Murky and foreboding

I prayed for time

I jumped into the fray

Searching
My arms and legs moved quickly like tentacles
Hoping for a connection

I sensed her

Reaching

I held her

She panicked and flung herself from my grasp

I felt her

Slide past, descending into her watery grave of a dreamless rest

© Cynthia Martz 2013
4/27/13

Green Tea Blues


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500 year old green tea fields, Boseong, Jeollanam-do, South Korea (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I just woke from an afternoon nap where I was jumping into trains filled with food.

Just before napping I was writing in my food intake journal. I write down everything I eat during the day. Eating very healthy, no snacks, no soda’s, no bread, lots of fruit and fresh veggies.

I have lost, are you ready? One pound!!!!

I went to pour myself a glass of the fresh green tea concoction I made yesterday.

I did not have my glasses on. I was so thirsty.

I poured my glass, added ice and took a huge swallow.

I nearly choked not comprehending why it tastes so horrible.

I reached into the fridge to get the full gallon out. Just before I poured it down the drain I tasted it.

It was wonderful.

That’s when the realization hit me that the glass I had poured the tea into the first time had about 3/4 of sea salt in it that I had been using for my cold with my Netipot.

Tea and sea salt is not a good taste sensation.

Recipe for Iced Green Tea Concentrate

4 Large Iced Tea sized Green tea bags (Bigelow)

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or

7-8 Regular sized

3  Teabags of Moroccan Mint Tea (Bigelow)

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1/4 cup Real Lemon juice

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1 cup sugar

Several tsp. of wild honey

Bring the water to full boil in a filled quart size pan

Turn Off the heat

Place teabags for 5-7 minutes with lid on (Longer makes it bitter)

Remove teabags

Add lemon, sugar and honey.

Stir well

Combine with water to fill a gallon container.

Ice and Enjoy!

ID by Tattoo


I had a dream last night. It was disturbing. My identity had been stolen.  All of my personal information was gone. My purse, license, bank cards. I was left with nothing. Not even clothes on my back. I must have been knocked out because when I came to conscience I was naked, in a fetal position in a squalor of debris and mayhem. Nothing was familiar too me.

I pulled myself up and found a garment to cover myself. It was damp and rain was falling, a light misty rain.

I walked out into the street. Many persons were milling about. I decided I would find a police station and file a report. Without any means of identification on me they told me they could post a picture. They inquired if I had any marks or tattoos that a person might recognize. Perhaps they could acknowledge that I was who I said I was.

My name and Social Security number seemed to be of no importance too them.

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I told them of my tattoos and they took photographs and posted a bulletin.

This dream validated the purpose of my inks.

In this scenario, it was used to validate who I was.


Just Fly


Just close your eyes and Fly

I found this photograph on this blog post…click it to visit

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She said “Now I know there isn’t enough love on the planet to change someone who isn’t ready to change.

Now I can stop dreaming, wishing, hoping and wanting and just go ahead and fly!”

My comment:

I resonate with that one. You can’t change people. It has taken me a very long time to realize that statement.

The only person you can change is yourself.

Sometimes, you have to walk away from persons that you felt were the love’s of your life.

They proved me wrong, time and time again.

Dreamscapes


Listening to “Taken by Trees” Dreams~ from Other Worlds
I made a new playlist called “Scapes” :)

I know it’s Not a dream

The Sound of the Trees

I WONDER about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
They are that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay.
My feet tug at the floor
And my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
From the window or the door.
I shall set forth for somewhere,
I shall make the reckless choice
Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say, But I shall be gone.–
Robert Frost

 

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©2013 Cynthia Martz