SunPar 3-D Dream

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.

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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


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.

Just Fly


Just close your eyes and Fly

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

Just Fly

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.

Flying into the Twilight


Flying_Dream

I love my dreams, especially the flying ones. This is a really good vid I found first on Vimeo and then Utube.

 

I have several postings on dreams. Lucid dreams and how to remember your dreams.

You can even stage your dreams. That’s an interesting concept.

Flashbacks

Safe in My Cocoon


I am so glad I saved those two videos.The Phoenix and The Dark Night.

I sit here. I am relaxed enjoying a cup of chai tea and listening to the music.

Thinking of how we never see the beauty of the butterfly until it emerges from the safety of its cocoon.

Flying in the clouds @ Key West,FL

It’s so warm inside the cocoon. Like a mother carrying her child under her heart for nine months. Safe and protected.

The metamorphism of the butterfly takes place and the wings slowly open and there she is in all her glory.

New Life Cocoon

The woman goes into labor, a labor of love and pain. She delivers a child who cries out. Is the child crying because it no longer feels safe?

Of course not,the child cries for the life-sustaining air that we breathe.

Her tiny fingers and toes are fingerprinted and all vital statistics are recorded.Time, date, weight, general health.

The thing is she has already been fingerprinted from her creator. There is only one of her, unless of course she is an identical twin and that’s another one of life’s seemingly unanswered questions. Are twins fingerprints identical?

The world is her stage and now she has a major part in it. She is a lead role player in every scenario she creates.

“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.”

~ William Shakespeare

As she grows; others will create acts for her and she will have to make decisions as to participating.

Sometimes, I feel I am still in a cocoon. I retreat there sometimes, when I need to recharge my batteries. When I am in my space, my creative juices start flowing. So many thoughts, ideas go off in my head it feels like someone has turned the light switch on.

When I sleep, I still feel as if I am in this amazing place, where my dreams can take me away to far away lands and I can fly over oceans and mountains. My favorite dreams are dreams within a dream; as in lucid dreaming.

Lucid Dreams

“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.”

Sometimes I plan my dreams. 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…

Visitors

I went to sleep at 4 am with Purrby cat 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 emptiness 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 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 and 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 ex was here and at first seemed to be upset that so much attention was centered on me; until a lady chose him and they melted 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 consumed and 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 winky tink. I walked to the canal and he was there and we winky tinked together.

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, many zillion of years (2165) 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 remnants of me coming back here. 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, playing and scattering about as kittens do. Like wee children let loose at the playground. It was a reunion again and even though I did not KNOW these persons they felt like my family and we connected on all levels of communication and oneness.

Dream Ends

I love my dreams 🙂 They are always in color. Years ago I was prescribed Xanax for anxiety and I had the worse nightmares imaginable. I quit taking that crap.

What the Bleep Do We Know ???

That was an extraordinary movie. I have not taken prescribed meds since watching it.

That’s what the Bleep I know.