THE THIRD AWAKENING

By this point, it should be unanimous that my dreams are… “Out of this world” and on a scale of their own. If you have not yet read “Imprints”, please do so before continuing on with this. I’ve had dream after dream, vision after vision beginning shortly after my dream of their departure in the pyramid... all with a common theme being “their arrival”, paced in slow spurts of time while I live out the other chapters of my life… in this physical existence. These occurrences seem to be as if they’re keeping me in check,  as if to remind me of something… something I’m not meant to forget. These dreams, no matter how they play themselves out, all end the same... their arrival…my departure. These are just the most recent … a small taste of my experiences for you.

This one began with me looking outside of my home and into my backyard. It was all the same, true to life, my home was really my home and my yard was really my yard.  On the far right corner, I saw a huge robotic looking figure, about five stories tall. This  appeared to be some kind of armor. I lucidly knew this armor wasn’t to protect him or  IT from anything, but more like this black and white armor was to protect the ENVIRONMENT from it. I could feel its strength and power. My mind translated this being to be the presence of “GOD”. I could hear what sounded like hydraulics and lucidly knew that he was pumping something into the Earth and whatever that was, it was something very powerful yet subtle. I looked to its right, there was a smaller version of him, bigger than a human. Next to him were two posts with chains on them… the chains were broken off by the links with the wrist cuffs still attached to it’s wrists. Although I didn’t quite understand what was meant by those broken chains, I knew enough not to fear. It was clear that he broke those chains but his emotions towards me radiated and there was nothing aggressive, all be it foreign. I could see him… in a concentrated physical stillness yet inner emotional storm.  My awareness was then focused back to the inside of my home, to the room where I was observing IT from. I felt the intrusion of an apparition beside me. It was a being that I recognized to be one of my many guides… my protectors while I walk this world. As I continued looking through the venetian blind of my window… I saw that “being unleashed” now standing just right outside of the house.... with just a wall between us now. I could “feel” him mentally searching… scanning the inside of the house. I became aware that somewhere in the back rooms where two men that I at different times in my life had relations with (both ended badly). It felt evident that they were hiding from what was outside of the house, with no regard for me. I could feel his awareness of everyone’s positioning inside of the structured walls of false security. My guide, who was standing tall by my side said to me… “He’s coming for you. He’s taking what’s his”. I felt no fear in that statement. It was just a matter of fact. I could then see behind him, there was a commotion in the sky. I saw a quick flash of beings that I clairvoyantly knew were all males gliding down on what looked like very small gliders, the sky was littered with them and again, I felt no fear. I felt a sense of familiarity and I knew that they were one with those father and son GOD like beings. My last clairvoyant thought was  two-pronged… They are coming …AND… they are coming for ME.

Every now and then I have flash visions of crafts in the sky. My most recent dream with crafts snapped a bigger piece of my very personal puzzle together. I was outside in a crowd of people who were all looking skyward. I felt the energy of the crowd to be a mix between fear and innocent confusion. There was a huge brownish bronze disc shaped craft in a ring of flame as the bottom half began to dislodge in a slow sliding motion and I just had the knowing that the top half of that “mother ship” stays skyward as the bottom half dislodges to land. I felt an awareness or connection to whatever/whoever was in that craft.

        In the next scene, I was on the left side of a stage, behind a curtain. I was not alone, I was surrounded by the occupants of the craft, there was a familiarity amongst us that felt like a bond. I watched a man with reddish clean cut hair, with what I’d like to call a signature “S” curve that goes with a receding hairline, dressed in a suit. He was anxiously and very happily attempting to settle the audience in a matter of fact “I told you so, I told you they were coming” joy. As I felt his overwhelming joy, I heard a female’s voice over my shoulder, as if she was interpreting the scene for me. She said one word.... “Scientology”.  I  then had the lucid knowing that I was in some sort of Scientology stadium. I opened my eyes and clairaudiently heard the same female’s voice, who I know as my aunt… my Father ENLIL’S sister… NANA say “when you wake up, you will meet them”. I clairsentiently  felt the controlled orchestration of that coming into play at some point by their doing…. Whatever that is to mean.

I spent that whole day researching Scientology… L. Ron Hubbard and Aleister Crowley, which made sense on so many levels of my experiences. As I sat down to write this dream in my journal, after my Google search and my book purchase of “Dianetics, The Original Thesis”, (I can laugh at myself).  I clairaudiently heard…

“The third awakening. Mark a section in your journal and label it the third awakening, leave some blank pages”. I said, “I don’t know what to write”. THEY said, “It hasn’t happened yet”. So I did what I was guided to and moved on. Up until a few days ago… In my sleep, I was awakened to the clairaudient chatter which is loudest at night....

“The third awakening is going to be bigger than any protest, any movement… anything thought of by man”. I opened my eyes and knew NOW is the time for the first page of that section to be written. So I began to write what was being relayed to me...

“I want to be clear… This third coming is inevitable. It is not a “savior” NOR is it a “fall” from grace” (I took note of how the words changed from third awakening to third coming). “It’s always been… scheduled…planned. It’s written in the stars…in the alignment of… astrologically speaking”. I was then clairvoyantly shown the inner grooves and mechanism of a clock. “The time is set…predestined…for when they arrive”.

As my mind became my own again in silence, I closed my eyes to then hear...

“they have been existing and coexisting and piercing through this atmosphere. So when the stars fall from the sky… Those are not stars”.

The silence filled the room, as well as my headspace long enough for me to realize that was enough for now.

I felt as if I was missing something to that Scientology dream, I didn’t realize what it was until later on in the evening, after I fell into a sleep. As I said before, my connection is most loudest at night. I clairvoyantly heard “look up L. Ron Hubbard”. I opened my eyes as I am so familiar with these experiences and know what to do by now. I reached for my phone and typed his name in the Google search bar. I was inclined to narrowing the search to “images” only, lo and behold there was the man in my dream… the man with reddish hair and an “S” curve receding hairline in a suit and tie, frozen in time.

The principal theories of L. Ron Hubbard and what Scientology was based on is not as it is broadcasted to be or to “appear” to be today. The ideologies and principles have changed…Perhaps. It is one of those secret societies that only the upper Echelon, One-percent of society (and probably their members) have knowledge of. It is interesting or will be interesting how the tides will turn and how the rudimental “original thesis” to which Scientology was based on blends with… my reality and experiences… and its placement with this third awakening or third coming.

I try to keep my writings or reporting as solely what is presented to me without my own opinion or spin on the information but can I just say… I am always absolutely amazed when that happens to me. When I dream of someone before I physically meet them. I had no idea I was looking at a “dead man” in the flesh in that dream state of mine.

       I’ve realized yet again how all things come full circle from me… back to that  Middle Eastern region and the secrets that it keeps… those things of significance buried in the sand.

This is in the funerary complex of King Djoser, in Saquarra Egypt (a future blog in itself). For now, I will say this… There is a limestone box fit for a king that’s built on an axis…on an incline, with two holes carved out for a view of...in conjunction to the North Star, the Orion Constellation. What were you looking at… What were you looking for… or, what could you have possibly been waiting for?

....THE ARRIVAL