Cyclones and Tigers and Burns

In light of recent catastrophes it seems appropriate to bring this to the forefront again. From Ask for Burma’s Sister:

Purpleaura ~ December 5th, 2005

I dreamt this morning I was talking to someone who felt like either military or a politician wearing a business suit. He was talking about using some sort of nerve gas to get rid of most of population, it renders them unconscious then after a few hours they give in and die. He said it’s the most powerful thing they know of. He also mentioned there has only ever been one group, a family, who has a natural immunity against the gas, they experimented on them and found they are the only ones with a natural defence against it. That got me intrigued. He goes on to say your family is the one that is immune to it. You were on (what sounded like) St. John’s Philippe Island. I said, “No, I have never been on or lived on any island by that name”.

Suddenly I’m looking at a black and white picture on the wall which he is showing me, I presumed it was taken on this island as the photo was comprised of people, palm trees and sun. As I was looking at the photo I noticed one of the people was my dad, then I became aware of my dad’s 2 brothers and was thinking, “I didn’t know our family lived on this island”. On even closer inspection I saw kids in the background playing in a playground, there was sand and a slide. I recognised the children, one of them was me around 4 or 5 years old with platinum white hair. My brother and sister along with some cousins were also there. I was thinking, “This is crapping me out, how come I don’t remember anything about living on this island?” I was drawing a complete blank on it.

The dream jumps and everything is in colour and I’m at a major party. We now know about military/government plot and what they are about to do. Now this part seems vague, something was concealed in a ball or some sort of round object that opened, it kind of looked like a disco ball made of mirrors. The plan was being staged, I assumed this round object had been opened because people were lying on the floors everywhere either unconscious or dying slowly. Since we were aware of the plan I find myself on the floor pretending to be affected but keeping an eye on things all around me. I noticed the same military man wearing a gas mask and now that the gas has dissipated he takes it off. At that same time I am working with others to prevent this or to catch whoever intends on implementing the plan.

Again it jumps and we recognise who is behind the masked man so we stand up and lead an attack and he is killed. Again I am aware of working with other people. We went outside, it seems we had sent someone to get a vaccination or some kind of antidote to help the affected people, unless this is treated within 2 hours they will die and time was ticking. At this point a female on a motorcycle comes around the corner with a container on either side of the motorcycle. Medical staff and people in white coats are following close behind.

Suddenly we are running inside and loading the people onto what looked like wooden pallets to move them into rows outside, once they’ve had a jab they are marked with green. This was important to make sure they were not given 2 doses as the medicine was extremely rare. As we loaded them up they started gradually coming around and then I woke up.

http://callingoccupants.blogspot.com/2007/10/ask-for-burmas-sister.html

We concluded at the time this dream was more than likely referring to Burma and now there’s no doubt whatsoever. After reading it again several times over last few days it’s all become so much clearer.

Motorcycle

During one of the reads I got stuck on the motorcycle, for some reason that was nagging at me. Later that night while eating supper we watched Planet Earth. Normally we watch something else but that show wasn’t on and neither was anything else so this was the option (although very much out of the ordinary). They did a segment on a Canadian invention, a portable water purification system designed specifically to assist in disasters, they were supposedly on their way to Myanmar at the time. When the host asked the company rep how they get these things into remote and devastated areas the rep replied they use motorcycles, they can strap two units to each side of the bike and go just about anywhere.

In a thread on GLP stating the disaster was a false flag operation, somebody asked if Burma had oil. Due to our previous investigation the answer to that was easily accessed so I answered it. The next day somebody else replied with a link to a site discussing the politics of the disaster, but before that article was a rather urgent warning on the availability of water filters :

**** NOTE ... FROM NOW ON I HAVE HAD TO MAKE A DECISION TO MOVE TO THE WHITE FILTER ELEMENTS WITH THE WATER FILTER SYSTEMS AS THE BLACK FILTER ELEMENTS ARE NO LONGER AVAILABLE ...

http://www.jmccanneyscience.com/

http://www.godlikeproductions.com/forum1/message546287/pg2

Considering I had JUST finished writing to Purpleaura about the TV show the night before, immediately prior to reading this, I have to say I was a little wigged out. That pretty much sealed the deal on this dream being a foresight of things to come.

Wind Burn & Gas Masks

The gas masks were another part still unclear and I wondered if Purpleaura hadn’t picked up on both the cyclone and the volcano in Chile. Every single picture I looked at of that calamity showed most people wearing a mask of some sort. That’s not been ruled out, especially with her numerous volcano dreams, but this also required some consideration:

I've NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS! Rain Leaves Marks/Scars/Burns on Burmese Survivor's Faces

No photos though but just an article. Am still waiting for photos to appear. I saw the ferocity of storm when Katrina hits New Orleans. But no one as far as I know had complained about marks or scars on faces of survivors due to the rain. Imagine a rain like that?

http://www.godlikeproductions.com/forum1/message546951/pg1

Others likened the images eventually shown on CNN to those of Hiroshima victims. Others explained it away as a natural occurrence when precipitation and excessive velocities are combined. It was compared to riding a motorcycle in the rain, a sand storm in the desert or an accident with a pressure washer. I have to stick with the original poster on this one. According to my research, winds during Katrina reached 130 mph or 209 kph.

http://store.usgs.gov/mod/images/windspeeds_county_p.gif

Cyclone Nargis produced winds up to 119 mph or 192 kph.

http://news.xinhuanet.com/english/2008-05/04/content_8101834.htm

Not a whole lot of difference there and like the poster said, did anybody hear anything at all about similar injuries suffered during Katrina? Anyone? I sure didn’t, this was a first for me. I’ve been in a sand storm and I took a pressure washer blast to the foot. I’ve also been on a motorcycle in the rain, even took a bumble bee to the face at 60kph and I have to agree, it hurts like hell. Admittedly at 200 kph that bee would have become equal to a bullet, and while they were unquestionably all painful experiences, still the pesky Katrina question remains.

On a quest for proof of the skin damage (not yet found) I came across these two articles:

Myanmar 'used chemicals' on rebels
By Jessica Le Masurier for CNN
Thursday, April 21, 2005 Posted: 10:28 AM EDT (1428 GMT)

"Their eyes started watering and they tasted a bitter odor" followed by "a burning sensation" in their throats, said CSW's president, Australian physician Dr. Martin Panter, who traveled to the area to examine five of the rebel fighters.

"Thirty minutes later they began to cough up blood. Blisters began to appear on their skin and they were unable to walk," Panter told CNN.

Some later suffered from blisters and acute diarrhea, they told him.

http://www.cnn.com/2005/WORLD/asiapcf/04/21/myanmar.rights/index.html?iref=newssearch

Preventing disease outbreaks is 'race against time' for cyclone victims in Myanmar
The Associated Press
Published: May 10, 2008

Reports of diarrhea and skin problems have already surfaced, and health officials fear waterborne illnesses will emerge because of a lack of clean water, along with highly contagious diseases such as measles.

http://www.iht.com/articles/ap/2008/05/10/asia/AS-GEN-Myanmar-Cyclone-Disease.php

True enough many things cause diarrhea including severely tainted water, but it seemed odd to me that skin disorders and diarrhea came up in conjunction with each other in two different articles discussing two entirely different things with just two random clicks of the mouse.

Rice

I couldn’t help but notice the first time I saw the name of the cyclone that it was an anagram of “grains”. This tasty little variety has certainly been big in the news as of late:

Shortage drives rice prices to record high
Alia McMullen, Financial Post
Published: Friday, April 04, 2008

The global rice shortage has forced prices of the grain to record highs, pushing one of the world's most important staple foods out of reach for those that depend on it most.

"The international rice market is currently facing a particularly difficult situation with demand out stripping supply and substantial price increases," Concepcion Calpe, senior economist for the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations said in Rome.

http://www.financialpost.com/story.html?id=420099

Rice shortage Asia's 'silent tsunami'
The loss of Burma's rice paddies could have a devastating effect, writes Aileen McCabe.

Aileen McCabe, The Ottawa Citizen
Published: Saturday, May 10, 2008

BANGKOK - When Cyclone Nargis swept through the Irrawaddy Delta, it shattered both Burma's famed rice bowl as well as any hope Asia's rice crisis might abate anytime soon.

It's not that the isolated little state grows a significant amount of the world's rice. It's just that before the cyclone it was able to feed its own 47 million people and have enough left over to send a bit to the world market.

Not allowed to assess the damage first-hand, the Asia office of the United Nation's Food and Agriculture Organization estimated this week that about 65 per cent of Burma's rice paddies were affected by the cyclone, which hit just at harvest time, and that rice already harvested and stored could easily be ruined now, too…

…in Manila, seeing the desperately poor wait in long lines to buy government subsidized rice is now common and the same fate is in store for Burma now. As is the fear that hungry people won't remain patient and orderly for long.

Half a world away in Haiti, Egypt, Senegal, Somalia and Burkina Faso, rice riots have erupted because of soaring prices.

http://www.canada.com/ottawacitizen/news/story.html?id=c0d94842-7a99-491d-b43d-d23a34895b77

From race riots to rice riots. And what of the other Rice? She certainly seems to have played an integral role in the Burma oil and gas affair :

The Bush administration has close ties to Chevron. Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice was a member of the Chevron Board of Directors for 10 years before Bush was elected, and even had a Chevron oil tanker named for her until it was quietly renamed after Bush took office. And Halliburton, the oilfield services giant formerly headed by Vice President Dick Cheney, has numerous ties to Chevron, signing several multimillion-dollar contracts during Cheney's tenure. And yet there is no evidence that the Bush administration has used its connections to convince Chevron to divest its Burmese holdings, despite the evidence of abuses committed on the Yadana project and Bush's public position on promoting human rights and democracy.

http://www.tompaine.com/articles/2006/09/26/big_oil_trumps_freedom.php

St. John Philippe

Well this continues to mystify us however one thing came up recently that may or may not be of consequence, but we found it interesting all the same. According to Purpleaura’s dream she was immune to the gas due to her bloodline and having lived on an island of this name or something that sounded like that name. Many believe the Templars were the original keepers of the grail, also rumoured to represent an original bloodline. This is a post on GLP today:

Sirius Cnight
User ID: 428095
5/10/2008 8:09 AM

Re: Those Who Plot Evil Actions: Templars and the Freemasons

Please don't forget to mention how King Philippe was in debt to his ears because the Templars controlled the money in France/Europe, and that he disbanded the Templars after installing his childhood friend Clement as Pope in Avignon, France (while there was another Pope in Rome), and sure while looking for the junk, was really about cancelling his debt with the Templars and stopping their monopoly . . .

http://www.godlikeproductions.com/forum1/message533620/pg1

That prompted a look into King Philippe:

Philip IV (April-June 1268 – November 29, 1314), called the Fair (French: le Bel), son and successor of Philip III, reigned as King of France from 1285 until his death. He was the husband of Joan I of Navarre, by virtue of which he was King of Navarre (as Philip I) and Count of Champagne from 1284 to 1305.

A modern historical view is that Philip seized the considerable Templar treasury and broke up the Templar monastic banking system. In 1314, he had the last Grand Master of the Templars, Jacques de Molay, burnt at the stake in Paris. According to legend, de Molay cursed both Philip and Clement V from the flames, saying that he would summon them before God's Tribunal within a year; as it turned out, both King and Pope died within the next year.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philip_IV_of_France

This weirded me out the most in that biography:

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In 1300, Jacques de Molay made his order commit raids along the Egyptian and Syrian coasts to weaken the enemy's supply lines as well as to harass them, and in November that year he joined the occupation of the tiny fortress island of Ruad (today called Arwad) which faced the Syrian town of Tortosa.

In September 1302 the Templars were driven out of Ruad by the attacking Mamluk forces from Egypt, and many were massacred when trapped on the island.

So that links Philippe to an island and the alleged keepers of the bloodline.

Joan

This is another name Purpleaura has dreamt of but until this morning I can honestly say I had completely forgotten the details of it. Again with the grail and again with the women and children:

April 15, 2005

I suddenly was in group of people, but nearly all the people were men and it felt like I was waiting in line to go on a bus. The buses for some reason were small and reminded me of prison buses like I have seen on TV. The men couldn't wait to get on the buses to fight, but before they were allowed on the buses, there were doctors or someone similar to a doctor-type, which seemed to be taking droplets of blood from each person that was in line waiting to board the bus.

They pricked each person's fingers and the droplets of blood were collected/fell on what seem to be some kind of blotting paper. If the blood changed on the paper to one color, they were allowed to board the bus to go off to fight a war. I remember it was my turn to have my blood test. They did it, and the people doing it said to me, “You can’t come on the bus to fight because you do not have this particular type of blood to be allowed to fight”. (I can’t for the life of me remember which blood type was allowed to board).

It jumped in the dream and suddenly I appeared to be in a small town. Everywhere I looked there were women and children and absolutely no men left in town, they had all left on the bus to fight. I'm thinking, “This is very strange that every man that is going to fight had this particular type of blood”, yet I had a feeling that all the women and children were left at home.

Again the dream jumps and I’m in a hall. There’s a man, (don't know where he sprang from), reading from a bible, like a sermon. Now I am not religious, but as I listened he spoke about the true blood, the true people who will fight, that they carried the Holy Grail within their blood. I thought, “That's my blood type”. And suddenly it hit me. They had sent in the wrong people with the wrong blood type to fight the war. The true people who should have been sent to fight were the ones who carried the Holy Grail within their blood. I thought, “They’ve got it all wrong; we have to save the people who were sent in”.

Again it jumps and I saw myself standing in front of huge crowd. I told them about the men and the true blood. I heard myself telling everyone they have got it wrong. Suddenly all the women were preparing to go to war. I remember going to 3 meetings and standing in front of the women and telling them. And I remember the entire gathering was women and they were preparing to set off to fight. I remember telling 3 women named Christine, Joan and Jane to stay in the town and look after the children. There were women who couldn't because they were pregnant and women who had babies or very young children with them who couldn't come.

Then it jumped again and I remember vaguely being in a war. A group of us were surrounding a single storey grey building with windows in it. And we were quietly surrounding the building. The weirdest part I vaguely remember is that each woman had what appeared to be silver metal body armour that covered our chests, it reminded me of Roman chest armour. It’s interesting, I remember thinking in the dream that they couldn't see us surrounding the building because we carried the Holy Grail within our blood. Then I awoke from the dream.

http://callingoccupants.blogspot.com/2007/04/59432.html

Champagne has also come up both in Purpleaura’s Napoleon dream:

August 7, 2007

In this dream my mum, sister and brother go visiting my grandmother Mary who was alive in a nursing home in England. I happened to miss that visit but we decided to go again and we took a big gift-wrapped basket with us, containing what looked like a cup, a box of coffee, and a bottle of alcohol that I think was champagne and a few other bits and pieces.

http://callingoccupants.blogspot.com/2007/08/napoleon-and-others.html

and 159 Templar Ambassadors of the Eclipse:

http://callingoccupants.blogspot.com/2007/08/159-templar-ambassadors-of-eclipse.html

Not sure if this is a time stamp of sorts but Purpleaura happens to be visiting family in the UK at the moment. She informed me today after I bounced the latest theories off her that she had just been thinking of the Women and War dream but doesn’t have access to her files and didn’t have access to a computer. When she did manage to get online there it was waiting for her. Something’s definitely up with that.

It looks to me like we have the smoking gun, I guess now we wait for the obviously guilty verdict from the jury and justice will prevail. Yeah that’s not ever happening.

I think that’s it for now at least, as far as that dream goes. The other item that’s been heavy on my mind is the incident with Lexi and the Bay of Bengal.

http://callingoccupants.blogspot.com/2007/04/dolphins-in-colorado.html

To summarize my side of the story, I had some dreams one night that involved the Luxor in Vegas, a Lexus car and a friend not seen or heard from in ages named Virginia. (I still haven’t seen or heard from her but I did dream about her again a few nights ago). In one of the dreams I was cleaning things in the bathtub…a red shelf, a bathtub pillow and a thermos lid filled with Christmas decorations. In another dream I saw five large “A”’s on various points of a U.S. map, California, Washington State and 3 were grouped at the borders of Missouri, Kentucky, Arkansas and Tennessee, near the New Madrid fault. I woke up with the word “Atomic” in my head.

In the process of writing down the dreams a few thoughts came to me like the Boxing Day tsunami and Lex Luthor and would anybody ever try planting a nuke on a shaky fault line like he did in the Superman movie or maybe even drop one in a volcano. Nuking the Mariana Trench was the basic theme of that thought process. After all, blaming mom earth for just about everything is all the rage.

After the writing and analysis were complete, I went to a forum I rarely visit but it seems both Purpleaura and I are drawn to it when there’s something we need to see. I found my way to a thread with the title “After the Goldrush” posted by Lexi from Virginia. It contained the lyrics to the Neil Young song preceded by one sentence:

All I know is that I have been "directed" to come in here and give you this.

It wasn’t the content that made me wonder if this was directed at us but more the name and location of the person posting it. Add to that the fact I love Neil Young and have a long list of Neil Young related synchronicities so it certainly got my attention. And on top of that, after a trip to Lillooett in northern B.C., I learned more about the Gold Rush than I ever thought I wanted to know. That area left an incredible impression on me, very interesting vibes indeed. I was quite surprised to learn of its history:

1858 - Cariboo Wagon Trail & the Goldrush

Gold was discovered in 1858 near neighboring Barkerville and Lillooet boomed with prospectors heading north, boasting a population of 16,000 at its peak. As the first major stopping point on the way to the Cariboo Goldrush, Lillooet became Mile 0 on the Cariboo Wagon trail.

http://lillooet.bclibrary.ca/lillooet-area/village-heritage/cariboo-wagon-trail-the-goldrush-1858/?searchterm=goldrush

For history buffs, Lillooet is a must-see! In 1860, the town was the 2nd largest North American centre west of Chicago, behind San Francisco.

http://www.lillooetbc.com/getdoc/6ad8730b-b217-4b05-8f19-7ef4fb6fa8a7/Visitors.aspx

Another trip through the Crowsnest Pass taught me about the gold mining rush that occurred in that part of the country, also a complete yet fascinating surprise to me. In short, gold hunters and the Gold Rush had been on my mind a lot in the not so distance past.

This is Lexi’s side of the story in his own words after I responded with “Message Received”:

Hello,

I did not have a chance to post a note. I just had a dream last night that blew my mind.

I never remember dreams and I saw a great white tiger-the Bengal tiger/Siberian tiger? -he was standing in the middle of my room.

He said, "Tell them they are loved and appreciated." (Meaning you.) "Deliver this to them. They will see its meaning soon." He was standing upright like a man and he was wearing a silver suit. I think it was a designer suit. He was incredible with a very powerful voice-like a growl-a roar.

He said,” See to the Bay of Bengal. Boxing Day was as nothing. We are here now to stay." He saluted me and I woke up.

... humming "After the Goldrush." And I came in here. That's all I know. I'm in beautiful Williamsburg, Irrelevant.

And I drive a Lexus....;-)

http://callingoccupants.blogspot.com/2007/04/dolphins-in-colorado.html

I guess my idea of “soon” and somebody else’s idea of “soon” are two different things. So what happened here? If I am to understand correctly what I thought Lexi’s dream was saying, a group of benevolent beings have inhabited the planet to reduce the chaos. If that’s the case, why are 100,000 or 500,000 people dead and/or missing, with almost 2 million homeless? (so they say, like Boxing Day and Katrina we’ll never really know for sure). Well either I totally misread that, which is always a possibility, or maybe there’s another answer.

What if this WAS the lesser of two evils? What if the burns were caused by a nuke or some other type of weapon, and the cyclone actually helped to dissipate the contaminants? What if a nuke were launched that night, killing millions worldwide with the ensuing chaos, and Nargis was the wrench in those works? What if those affected were destined for an already certain yet much more agonizing and painful death, (starvation, torture, whatever), and this, as devastating as it is, was better than that?

This is about the only explanation I can muster because I don’t want to believe this was allowed to happen as the starring catastrophe. I want to believe that even with weather manipulation as a viable weapon (to those who get off on that sort of thing), this was the path of least resistance. By no means am I taking an “Oh well things could have been worse” attitude, I’m merely trying to decipher what the bottom line is here. What’s next? How far will it go? What exactly is the process to reclaim our planet? Do we fill out a form? Sign a petition? I’m in, now where do I sign up?

Anybody?

Mothers, Daughters and the Zoo of Life

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Seems like Simon and Garfunkle saw this blog coming from a mile away. Holy smokes welcome to dream central and this wild and creepy week in review. There appears to be a theme of women and children on the go but with the recent festivities concerning the Blood Sacrifice to the Beast and Beltaine, I suppose that shouldn’t come as a complete surprise. Keep in mind the Blood Sacrifice begins April 19th and runs through May 1st (Beltaine), both of which came up again when we weren’t even looking.

Miss Scarlet ~ April 20, 2008

I had a silly dream last night but was also dreaming about writing it down as to not forget so it must be important. I was in a courtroom where everything was stark bright white. Below the bench was an enclosed area made of spindles for the stenographer, which was a hippopotamus on a computer. There were a lot of spindles around. Sitting to the right of where the judge would sit was a giraffe, also on a computer. I don’t recall seeing any people, just these two animals.

All of a sudden I’m in my office which I now share with Purpleaura. It was definitely my office but the desks were moved beside the window and there was much less furniture and junk, it basically had 2 desks and 2 computers. An unknown man was replacing our old monitors with new flat screens and we were a little bummed about that because our monitors acted as crystal balls. Apparently we could see into the future with them and we weren’t sure if we’d be able to see into the new flat screens. A task was given to me, typing out the screenplay of Les Miserable in its entirety. I’m not sure what Purpleaura was up to but I suddenly woke up with the Unicorn Song playing. I woke up several times throughout the night with this dream on my mind each and every time.

The first thought upon waking was the giraffe represented TabithaToo because of another giraffe incident last year. I also felt the hippo represented Purpleaura but had no intention of calling my spiritual sister and best friend a hippo so I didn’t mention that part when I first told her the dream.

The second item that came to mind were the two witnesses considering this was a courtroom setting. It seemed TabithaToo must have a fair bit of clout if she were the judge’s right-hand giraffe. I just searched for the TabithaToo-giraffe incident as the details were a little foggy and found it in an email from May 15th, 2007 titled “Two Witnesses”. We had been researching that concept at the time.

As that story goes, we were talking about a recent article in the news where a woman was mauled by a tiger at the zoo. Purpleaura mentioned the thought of a trip to the zoo with TabithaToo made her a little nervous. I pointed out it would be downright dangerous with their animal track record. They’d end up with a parade of lions and tigers and bears tagging along behind them. At the time I typed that I had a vision of a giraffe following TabithaToo around.

A quick look into animal totems more than convinced me these two animals undeniably represented Purpleaura and TabithaToo so I didn’t feel bad about having to tell Purpleaura she was a hippo. She didn’t mind anyway.

People who have a Giraffe totem often know the future. They can sense what is going to happen, what lies over the horizon.

Giraffe people should be very careful of what they say. Be sure you are not saying too much to the wrong person, or in the reverse, too little. Do not allow other's words to affect you.

Giraffes have their legs firmly planted on the earth but their heads in the sky. This represents balance and the ability to progress.

Giraffe people should never become complacent and lose sight of the future. Life will become increasingly difficult until you set your sights once more on the path ahead.

Giraffes, and their people, have very strong ties to family and friends, especially parent and children.

http://www.linsdomain.com/totems/pages/giraffe.htm

Hippo: symbol of birth, motherhood, protection of young

The hippopotamus is associated with birth, motherhood and the protection of young. The Hippopotamus, whose name means 'River Horse', protects the woman of the house, especially the woman of childbearing age.

The Hippo lives both underwater and on land. It is both practical and stable and tends to follow set patterns. The hippo teaches us to follow a path that is determined to be successful.

The hippo represents routine paths and an intuition for truth that lead to our goals in life.

While underwater, the Hippopotamus is able to see, hear and breathe. This can teach us a higher level of perception, and so increase intuition for the heart and truth of situations in life.

http://www.crystal-cure.com/protection-hippo.html

The next day Purpleaura sent this tidbit which fits in with the hinky May 4th vibes among other things:

Saint Monica of Hippo

St. Monica's feast day, which was on 4 May, was in 1969 moved by the Roman Catholic Church to 27 August

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Monica_of_Hippo

The May 4th thing was freaky enough but something I hadn’t told Purpleaura was, after writing the last blog I was reminded of another dream where I saw the same tartan as the bagpipes (Black Watch) only that time my maternal grandmother (Monica Mary) was wearing it.

Miss Scarlet ~ December 26th, 2006

Last night was weird. For the past 2 nights I've been waking up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason whatsoever. The first night I don't know what time it was, last night it was 3:15 exactly. We had fallen asleep in the living room and got up to go to bed, I'm not sure if we both woke up at exactly the same time but I think so. That's happened before and it's weird. My stomach was really bugging me and I was so hot I couldn't stand it. I was laying in bed naked, no blankets, window wide open, in Canada, in December, sweating up a storm.

BWB says doesn't it seem unusually quiet? I hadn't noticed before but he was right. Not only were the fridge and furnace not running there wasn't a sound to be heard. We live not too far from 2 very busy roads and you can ALWAYS hear the traffic. Not a thing last night. While I was waiting to fall asleep in this ultimate silence I heard “BIG earthquake”. That got me thinking about the Boxing Day earthquake and the thought came "they wouldn't do it again on the same day but they will pick a day of note". Then I heard January 1, then saw 111 which made no sense because January 1st would be 11. It was about 4:30 before I got back to sleep.

Now I'm a little freaked because I also had a dream about my Grandma Monica while we were sleeping in the living room. I just looked up when she died, I knew it was near Christmas but I couldn't even remember if it was before or after or what year. It was January 11, 1980.

I don't remember all of this dream but I saw my grandmother, she and a bunch of others had been visiting at my mother’s and she needed to get home to Toronto so my mother said she would find out when the buses left. Some other stuff went on, then I got to thinking it wasn't very nice with all these people here with cars making grandma take a bus, so I offered to drive her to Toronto. She said that would be great, but there was also an uncle who needed a ride and I said no problem. I talked to him a bit, I don't remember his name but he was gigantic! Super tall! He too was happy to not have to take the bus.

Next thing I'm walking in a field, very big and very green, with grandma dressed in a plaid dress and Purpleaura who was a little behind me and to my right. All of a sudden grandma was on my right and I turned to her and said "how old are you now" and she answered "90" in a very strong and proud voice as she was very happy to have made it that far. (She would have been 90 in 1987).

Now I’m back at my mother’s and decide to go upstairs for some reason, (even though she doesn't have an upstairs), and now I’m in the cabin with all the rooms and the big porch. I found grandma in bed with another woman, it wasn't anything sexual (thank goodness) and I got the feeling the other woman wasn't human. I didn't touch her but I knew she was made of a jelly-like substance and looked like a cherub with really curly golden blonde hair. They were both snuggled up in bed giggling and laughing and having a great old time. I said to grandma "Don't you want to go home to Toronto?" and she said "No, I'm having a perfectly good time here and I think I will stay".

Since we’re talking about May 4th again, Purpleaura came across this a day or so after the last blog:

According to NASA, on MAY 4 2008, a bright comet named 2003/YN107 will make a near pass of earth.

http://neo.jpl.nasa.gov/ca/

That about covers hippos, giraffes, Monica and tartans.
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…later in the day with Les Mis and Walpurgis

Now I’m looking into Les Mis and St Walpurgis who is honoured on Beltaine along with mothers and their daughters since that seems to be a theme today. I’ve never read the book, seen the play or the movie and doubt I would recognize any songs except the one George was singing all through a Seinfeld episode, Master in the House. I really have no idea where that came from.

Victor Hugo, author of Les Mis was born February 26th, the same day Ashley (my daughter) passed and two days after Lorraine passed. February 25th, smack dab in between the two of them is St Walpurgis Day due to the fact that’s the day she passed.

Les Mis the musical was released May 1, 1998.

A little about the book:

Hugo fills many pages with his thoughts on religion, politics, and society, including his three lengthy digressions, one being a discussion on enclosed religious orders, another being on argot, and most famously, his epic retelling of the Battle of Waterloo.

It seems Hugo had quite a fascination with Napoleon and that reminded me of your dream with your mum, your grandmother Mary and Lorraine, which was posted in the Napoleon blog.

A little more research into Walpurgis turned up even more peculiarities especially with Pope Benedict figuring prominently in the Maypoles & Mammaries blog and Purpleaura’s predilection towards sailors:

Birthplace: Wessex, England
Died: 25-Feb-779 AD
Location of death: Heidenheim, Germany

Executive summary: English missionary to Germany

Great bonfires are lit on the Eve of Beltaine, April 30, in order to welcome the Earth Goddess.

Her first settlement was at Bischofsheim in the diocese of Mainz, and two years later (754) she became abbess of the Benedictine nunnery

Her relics were translated to Eichstätt, where she was laid in a hollow rock, from which exuded a kind of bituminous oil afterwards known as Walpurgis oil, and regarded as of miraculous efficacy against disease. It is still said to exude from the saint's bones (especially from October to February)

Ashley was born in October.

Boniface was the first missionary to call women to his aid. In 748, in response to his appeal, Abbess Tetta sent over to Germany St. Lioba and St. Walburga, with many other nuns. They sailed with fair weather, but before long a terrible storm arose. Hereupon Walburga prayed, kneeling on the deck, and at once the sea became calm. On landing, the sailors proclaimed the miracle they had witnessed, so that Walburga was everywhere received with joy and veneration.

http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/15526b.htm

Also important to note is Purpleaura was also born in England and lived in Germany for a while.
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Miss Scarlet ~ April 22, 2008

Weird dream again last night, I can’t remember all of it but these are the parts I did recall. I saw a gravel road near work, I haven’t looked at Google Earth yet to try and figure out where it was but I know it doesn’t exist in this realm. It appeared to be private and hidden, maybe even invisible if you’re not supposed to know about it. The gravel looked brand new and perfect, not one stone was out of place and it was perfectly level as if it had never been driven on. The contours of the road were very well defined. It had a fork at one end then went slightly downhill and curved off between some buildings then completely out of sight. In between the forks was a big bush that appeared to be a means of concealing the access. On each side were a series of cream-coloured stucco Mediterranean-style buildings with lots of arches. In between the arches were walkways disappearing to points unknown. (Because of a later portion of the dream I thought at least one of the buildings was a restaurant, specifically a Chi Chi’s).

Chi-Chi's was a popular Mexican restaurant chain from 1975 to 2004. It went out of business in the United States following a 2003 Hepatitis A outbreak that began at one of their locations outside of Pittsburgh, PA. Chi-Chi's is still in operation in Belgium, Germany, Luxembourg, United Arab Emirates, Kuwait and Indonesia. Chi-Chi's also marketed a line of grocery foods (later purchased by Hormel) with an emphasis on salsa.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chi-Chi

Chi Chi’s closed down here too quite some time ago although I don’t recall exactly when.

Anyway, I was in a car with a young man I don’t know and really couldn’t see his face but he seemed to be late 20’s early 30’s. He wore jeans and a white T-shirt. We went to one of these restaurants and the next thing I know I’m standing in the middle of the room. There were two big shelves, not tall, (shorter than me at 5’6”), but really wide. I think they were black and grey and butted together at a 90 degree angle. In the space between them was a corner shelf, all white with rounded edges. Nothing was on the shelves so I set down a black leather-bound book I had been carrying around. All of a sudden a tiny little frog appeared, very bright green with either a red stripe or maybe red eyes, something about it was red. And I mean tiny, not much bigger than the head of a pin. I was freaked wondering where it came from and suddenly there’s a girl standing to my left, didn’t see her either but felt she was young, early 20’s, wearing a waitress uniform comprised of a black skirt, white shirt and black cardigan. Apparently these frogs were nothing new to her but as I stood there watching it began to grow but not a whole lot, it was still smaller than a dime. Then I noticed a spec of what I thought was a food crumb so I went to sweep it away and the girl said “NO, don’t do that”, and we watched another frog start to materialize out of this tiny spec. Then I saw another spec and another and although the other frogs were getting bigger they never did get to full size.

Next I’m in an office/storage room with the same young man I was with in the car, he was sitting at a grey metal desk doing paperwork. A colleague from work was sitting in a chair behind the young man, the same colleague I was discussing freemasons with in the bagpipe dream. I was sitting to the left of the young man but in the opposite direction. Straight ahead of me were a bunch of those grey metal industrial-type storage shelves. The shelves I think were empty but there was a stack of boxes sitting on the floor in front of them. To my right was a matching storage cabinet with a box on top of it. The colleague was going back and forth from the box to where he was sitting looking for some old marketing information. I asked him if he used the Sun, implying the local newspaper of the same name but he didn’t answer. I asked again rather loudly, “DO YOU USE THE SUN” and he reluctantly answered “Yes”.

Next I’m in the car with the young man again heading back to the gravel road and that’s when I realized it was hidden. I said to myself “Ohhhhh, there’s only one way in and one way out”. We were heading in, down and curving to the right when I looked behind to see the fork in the road and the bush and wondered if you could pull a u-turn or did you have to keep going once you were in.

After that I was in another room with Purpleaura as we awaited the arrival of Country Foot Jane and Country Foot Ashley and then I woke up.

I got up and made coffee and decided to go back to bed for a bit. I fell asleep right away and dreamt I was at the computer and a small screen popped up that said Elaine-something?? and then I woke up again. I fell right back asleep and had a short dream of a bunch of sports balls, mostly soccer I think, with pictures of goat’s heads on them. They looked really creepy and either the balls had stitches in them or the goat heads had stitches but there were a bunch of these balls all floating in the air coming towards me. That scared the crap out of me and I woke up again and stayed up this time.

The frogs made me think of sea monkeys but I’m not sure if that came after I woke up or during the dream. So we get up and BWB turns on the TV to the news and the anchorwoman is trying to do a story but there was so much static you couldn’t hear her, then her mic cut out altogether so they went to another story. The weird thing was while she was trying to talk about one thing they were showing a picture that went with a completely different story that came on about 10 minutes later. The picture showed a sign for a company called Bullfrog Power, they have something to do with those gigantic windmills that scare the crap out of me. This was the story:

Today is Earth Day and as part of the local celebrations Bullfrog Power and REAP (Respect for the Earth and All People), a new business association founded in Calgary to encourage people to use their shopping dollars to vote for sustainability, have sponsored a lunchtime event at Eau Claire Market.

I made my way to work and shortly after arriving was approached by a different colleague to design a cover for the corporate marketing brochure. I didn’t even know we had a corporate marketing brochure. The same day a local worker was killed when a large metal rack used to store palettes fell on him after only three days on the job. According to the Edmonton Sun the incident happened at 11:10pm.

So that was weird but back to our main theme. After researching frogs I came to the conclusion the species shown in the dream were Amazon Red-Eyed Tree Frogs. Purpleaura came across this:

The Red Eye (Red Eyed Tree Frog) Agalychnis callidryas also known as the "monkey Frog" because of their excellent coordination.

http://www.froggyville.com/petcarered.htm

I learned these frogs have parabolic vision. I didn’t know what that was but came across this article during the search:

MOUNT TABOR'S PARABOLIC VISION

MATTHEW 17:1-8 ;14-20

Golden Text:--"This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased; hear ye him."

CONCLUDING our last study, our Lord, six days afterward, took Peter, James and John, three of his favorites among the disciples, into a high mountain. There he was transfigured before them; that is to say, his appearance changed, his face shone like the sun, his garments were white like the light. Then the vision grew and Moses and Elijah appeared to be holding conversation with the transfigured Jesus. The impulsive St. Peter, anxious to serve, inquired whether or not it was the Master's will that they build three tabernacles, one for him, one for Moses and one for Elijah, on the top of the mountain. One of the evangelists says, "He knew not what he said." Another account shows that the three disciples were for a time overwhelmed by something like drowsiness but later became fully awake.

http://agsconsulting.com/htdbv5/r4649b.htm

I’m not big on bible stories but found it kind of weird all the same considering the ongoing awakening theme. I do believe some of those stories came from somewhere otherworldly but the more likely source was probably an alien rather than a manufactured humanoid deity.

This was the most intriguing find of all, courtesy of Purpleaura:

© Diana Tierney

Nov 14, 2006

It is somewhat surprising that the frog is so important to Mythology and Folklore. Being an amphibian that transforms it is a symbol for birth, death and rebirth.

Frogs have held an important role in the mythologies of many civilizations. Most of these myths center around the frog’s transformation from a tadpole to a frog. Many cultures saw this as a rebirth thus associating them with creation myths and the land of the dead. The fact that some frogs can lay up to 3,000 eggs makes it no wonder that they have been associated with many fertility deities and creation itself.

In Egypt the frog is most commonly found associated with the goddess Heqet (or Heket) who was the goddess of fertility and childbirth. Sometimes depicted as a frog or a woman with a frog head Heqet was seen as protectress of childbirth. Her priestesses who were trained midwives wore amulets that bore her image. It is theorized that the reason why the Egyptians saw frogs as being a symbol for childbirth and creation was because during certain times of the year thousands of frogs would surface from the Nile River. Thus creating the belief that this was an omen of fruitfulness. In the Greco-Roman tradition the frog was a symbol of Aphrodite and Venus, along with fertility the frog came to represent harmony between lovers.

The frog is seen in creation myths to Hindus. In the Rig Veda the Great Frog supports the universe and is representative of the matter from which all is created. In Vedic traditions frogs are seen as deities that chant by croaking for rain in a time of drought.

The frog held important roles in western mythology as well. In early Christian myth the frog symbolized resurrection and a higher stage of spiritual awakening. As well European folklore states that it is good luck to have a frog show up in your home and if heard outdoors it signified coming rain.

As much as the frog has been a symbol for life and birth it has also been a symbol for death. Another European myth held that it was bad luck to kill a frog for they housed the souls of dead children. In the ancient Zoroastrian religion of the Middle East the frog was associated with the deity or anti-creator Ahriman (who is the most evil of all beings). It wasn’t until Europe’s Mid-evil times that the frog was given such an unfavorable rap in the common culture. It was during this period that the frog went from a sacred symbol of creation and death to being seen as evil. The frog along with a handful of other animals was seen as being a witch’s familiar also known as devoted magical animal thus attaching the negative stigma that they have on them today.

http://folktalesmyths.suite101.com/article.cfm/frogs

“Another European myth held that it was bad luck to kill a frog for they housed the souls of dead children”.

That might explain why the waitress was so freaked about me wanting to sweep the crumbs away.

Okay, so far on this ship we’ve got frogs, hippos and giraffes. I guess on to the snakes.

Purpleaura ~ April 24, 2008

Before I went to sleep I asked CC to help us find out what this is leading to and if they can show us something physical in our hands so we can see what’s going to happen.

Last night I was buzzing, something has definitely been watching and to top it off I woke up this morning dreaming about snakes. Hopefully that doesn’t mean I’m going to see a real live one in the future around me home.

The first snake was black, it was raised up with its fangs showing. The second was a thin smaller snake, brown with black markings. I was thinking in the dream I don’t much care for snakes so why am I dreaming of them?

I for one found that a very interesting dream for a couple of reasons. Just the night before I was again pondering what it was Maria told me of what really happened in the Garden of Eden and the whole snake thing. The other reason is when I searched our emails for “Alice” while writing the last blog I came across this email from what seems like an eternity ago. I didn’t include it in that blog for reasons unknown, maybe I knew it would come up again. Which it did when I searched for snakes.

Purpleaura ~ January 27, 2005

Did you have a bad night last night? The only reason I ask is because about 11:50pm, just as I was nodding off to sleep I felt something come into the bedroom. I heard what sounded like footsteps coming from the en-suite bathroom and I felt a dark energy had been sent by someone. My shields came up and the big red flag was flying at the back of my neck. Somebody sent something, it looked like a person dressed totally in black and I felt P Sadie was the culprit.

It jumped and they showed me black worms that someone attached to you around the nape of the neck, attached to your hair. I held up a mirror to check P Sadie’s energy and saw black worms stuck to her wriggling around then I saw her looking like Medusa with live snakes in her hair also moving all around. Don’t ask me why the mirror had to be used but it was weird. It was a hand-held mirror but when I held it up I didn’t see myself because I asked to be shown the truth.

Purpleaura applied her special brand of healing to both our families and exterminated the worms. As it turns out that was a weird night. At precisely the same time Purpleaura had her vision I lost about half an hour or the clock on my computer was going forward and backward at will. This was my first reply to her regarding her vision:

Alice saw everything through the looking glass.

That was the only occurrence of Alice in our vast library of correspondence.

Another incident that popped into my head was TabithaToo’s close call with a deadly variety of the slithering creatures, the pygmy rattler. Apparently they’re rarely seen unless you happen to be in Purpleaura’s back yard. This encounter came after the black widow spider escapade but before the rabid fox adventure. Not until I found this email again earlier this week did I recall the reference to Pandora’s Box which totally weirded me out considering the theme of the Alice blog.

September 12, 2006

I read your email then went and mediated on it. I heard "Indian Burial Ground" and “Pandora's Box". Your presence has caused a lot of stuff to awaken. There's a ton of lost souls around there and the natives are coming in the form of animals. I'm not sure if they're trying to scare you away or testing your resolve. I asked why you hadn't seen any spirits yet and they said because they know spirits don't scare you. A lethal snake bite to TabithaToo however would scare the fuck out of you.

The other situation that came to mind was TabithaToo’s snake/black rope dream:

Purpleaura ~ June 17, 2006

The last 2 days I’ve been feeling very odd and very dizzy. All day yesterday were weird little happenings, I looked at the clock and it was 3:33 then looked again and it was 4:44. I was woken up by TabithaToo (3 years old at the time) at 12:50am who proceeded to point at the moon and go on about snakes being outside. Where she got this I have no idea. Then she starts talking about the bad angels outside who are black. Then she mentions an angel named Michael who likes cookies as much as she does, then talks about black angels and black rope.

I asked her if she had any angels in her room and she said no but there were two downstairs and there were angels in my bed. She said she knew an angel called Jio/Geio/Jeio? and said there were angels in her bedroom now. Then she said “Mommy I put something around your mouth so nothing bad gets in and makes you sick”. She mentioned the black rope again and said it would save my arm, leg, etc. I thanked her and asked who told her all this and she said Angel Michael.

The next day, April 25th, I received an email from my joke-mail acquaintance, (the same one who sent the holographic computer email), regarding a woman’s complaint to technical support. She insisted her computer had hissed at her and of course the technicians thought they had another “I spilled coffee in my cup holder and now my computer doesn’t work” complaint. No, she had a two-foot snake residing in her CPU.

And the final chapter in the saga of the snake was this post on GLP on April 26th:

Yikes!!!!

I just unexpectedly stepped on a snake in my kitchen

It was dark in the breezeway between my living and kitchen. So I couldn't see. I went in to get a drink in the kitchen and was reaching for the light when I suddenly feel something moving under my feet. I turned on the light and there it was just lying there. Of course I had the biggest heart attack I have ever had. I quickly got the kids outta the house. It looked half dead must be why it didn't bite me. Don't know how it got there but it's outside now. I took it out with the broom. It's a black snake with white around it's mouth. seems to have a pointed head. Man what a fright!!!!

http://www.godlikeproductions.com/forum1/message541256/pg1

You thought I was kidding when I said Purpleaura was the keeper of Noah’s Ark?
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Miss Scarlet ~ April 26th, 2008

I was dreaming last night about Raggedy Ann. All I remember was hovering again, I’m not sure if I was Raggedy Ann or was watching somebody else but I felt it was a watching and doing-at-the-same-time situation. I saw a building that was very old but well kept, either a government building or a school. It had a bunch of stairs out front, a lot like the US supreme court but not quite as grand, and there was an archway around the door with some words or a word carved into it. The building, archway and stairs were made of a light coloured and smooth stone, like sandstone or limestone. There was a road or driveway in front of the building which was empty and then a park with a whole bunch of people, like a rally or celebration.

Raggedy Ann went into the building and I know she was sabotaging something but what I haven’t a clue. When she came out I was watching and directing her (with thoughts) to run into the crowd and strip off her costume while she was running. She would come out the other side of the crowd looking like a regular person, nobody would be the wiser. It seemed like this was a well planned mission and everything had to go just right, the timing and execution were critical.

Purpleaura heard from her mother-in-law Ann that morning but not regarding any covert operations. She did find these articles though:

Your Raggedy Ann dream was interesting considering the author’s (Johnny Gruelle) 13-year-old daughter apparently died from a small pox vaccination given to her at school without her parent’s authorisation. They ended up joining a movement against vaccinations

Marcella died at age 13 after being vaccinated at school for smallpox without her parents' consent. Authorities blamed a heart defect, but her parents blamed the vaccination. Gruelle became an opponent of vaccination, and the Raggedy Ann doll was used as a symbol by the anti-vaccination movement.

Raggedy Ann is sometimes used by national sororities as a mascot: the current incarnation of Delta Gamma's official mascot, the Hannah Doll, is a Raggedy Ann doll, and Ann also is one of the unofficial mascots of the Alpha Sigma Alpha sorority.

Different media around the world also have paid tribute to the doll characters. The Japanese video game company Hudson Entertainment created a character based on Raggedy Ann in their Xbox Live Bomberman game called Rageddy Bomb.

In an episode of South Park, Raggedy Ann is seen trying to revive a dead Andy who has been killed by a terrorist explosion.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raggedy_Ann

Still not sure what that was all about.
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Purpleaura ~ April 27th, 2008

Boy I woke up with a headache after having the weirdest dream. I saw men and women travelling up in a metal cage lift to the surface of the earth. They lived like miners only in reverse, they weren’t going down to collect the coal but were coming from inside the earth to fix something on the surface.

The interesting part is it seemed something happened on the surface of the planet, there was so much heat and fire that everything living had died and anything/anyone going to surface couldn’t survive for long. After this event the humans migrated deep into the center of the earth where it was cooler. They appeared to be doing maintenance work fixing a metal fixture on the surface. I heard one of the men say "they fixed it before schedule”. For some reason 3 came up, I think the fixture was repaired 3 days before schedule. They headed back down in the metal cage quite happy with themselves to have finished ahead of time.

I was watching them as they walked out of this cage which was a mixture of metal and a tough glass barrier to keep something/someone out. During this time I was aware that they were petrified of something. As they’re walking I start to hear the most god-awful screaming noises and I looked back to see creatures that were sort of human but also animals. The miners managed to pull down the barrier but they could see and hear these people (creatures) banging on the barrier and screaming wanting blood and murder.

Suddenly the creatures were in front, there was one who came forward and declared to his people they would destroy the miners. There were two species living underground, the miners who looked human and the killer creatures. The creature said something about the woman then licked my face (that was frigging freaky). The creature then told me all the men would be slaughtered and the women would be taken somewhere I don’t remember.

I turned around and could see through the barriers that a human in what appeared to be a truck had surrounded the animals. This wasn’t a standoff but the creatures didn’t care or have any emotions about one of their own dying. They wanted blood.

As I was writing this I was reminded of an old movie and then it hit me, the Morlocks in the Time Machine.

Morlocks are a fictional species created by H. G. Wells for his 1895 novel, The Time Machine. They dwell underground in the English countryside of A.D. 802,701 in a troglodyte civilization, maintaining ancient machines that they may or may not remember how to build. Their only access to the surface world is through a series of well structures that dot the countryside of future England.

Morlocks are humanoid creatures, said to have descended from humans, but by the 8,028th century have evolved into a completely different species, said to be better suited to their subterranean habitat. They are described as "almost antlike", because they slink about silently during the night to catch their prey.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morlocks
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Not quite sure what to think of that one either. Like I said, it’s been a wild week without much time for contemplation.

The other thing we were talking about that day was the bright light we've both been seeing. In March I had the following two dreams exactly a week apart:

March 15th, 2008

I was in an apartment I think and quite a run-down place, it reminded me of a New York tenement you'd see in the movies. For some reason I had to get through this door but it was locked so I just lifted it off its hinges and went right through. I didn't have to pull hard or anything, it seemed to me this was a secret way through and I knew about it ahead of time. I can't remember if the door was bright yellow or there was a bright yellow light on the other side, but something was glowing to beat the band. I heard somebody coming and although I couldn't see who, I knew it was a small woman and I knew I couldn't let anybody else know the secret of getting the door open. I quickly put it back and worried about making noise or not being able to get the hinges together but there was no problem at all, it just slid back into place like it knew what it was doing. I was making sure the pretend-lock was in place when the dream ended.

One week later…

In this dream I had just finished plastering over a door (don't know if it was the same secret door from last week) and was standing back looking at the finishing job thinking it was going to take a lot of sanding to hide the fact there was ever a door there. I think somebody painted over it and I was a little annoyed that it would make sanding even more difficult and worried about all the dust the drywall was going to create. That was all.

Purpleaura began having a recurring dream in late April of seeing a bright light pointing up to space from the earth, so when we came across this it was a bit unnerving:

…pink and Gold are the colors of the gateway through which Venus and Artola pass to "change", brighter than the Sun.

In another journey a few years later, I went to a huge underground city... a place my guides called the City of Light... They said it was hidden for now, but that this glorious and shining place was "our real home" that has been "taken away for a while"... It would come back after a very special moment wherein a human couple floated through some kind of underground channel, at the end of which stood a glowing gateway surrounded by shimmering and glittering pink and gold glowing lights.. They called it the Plutonium Gateway...

As the couple passed through it, their bodies were transformed and began to glow, like the sun rested inside them... On the other side of the Gateway stood the tribal heads of the beings of darkness, holding in their hands the Keys of Life, which they returned to the hand of this enlightened couple... As the couple received the Keys, a huge eruption of White Light went up through the roof of the cavern, made like an almost nuclear explosion up on the surface level, which sent a streak of Light outward in all directions at tremendous speed, which in turn transformed Everything...

http://www.godlikeproductions.com/forum1/message539619/pg4
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Back to the animals…

Purpleaura ~ April 29, 2008

It seems that I’m on my bike with TabithaToo cycling down a major road. There was a roadblock ahead and people were being stopped. I approached the road block and got talking to a woman who told me they’re stopping everyone to ensure they know how to make a left-hand turn signal. She said a little boy had ridden into the lake which had an alligator/crocodile in it which was very dangerous, the woman had to go into the water to save him. As she said that I saw an image of her in a car, covered in weeds and soaking wet but she managed to get the boy safely out of the lake. During this time they had erected a barricade made of corrugated metal.

The woman asked me to do a left-hand turn signal and I’m thinking to myself I know how to do a turn signal and they think I’m dumb so I start to flap my arms up and down like a bird for no other reason than to mess around with them. Suddenly I’m watching as I’m cycling away and I hear laughter coming from all the other people behind me as well as the people manning the road block. Part of the reason was TabithaToo’s tricycle was attached to my bike and she was behind me pedalling away. They had never seen a trike attached to a bike with the child cycling, all the other kids were strapped to a seat on the bike. So we’re cycling along and suddenly come upon a building. I don’t recall much about it but it’s not one I’ve ever been to before. There were no sign posts but we saw a white door down a corridor so we went in. Right away there’s another white inner door so I open that too and I’m face-to-face with an alligator. I looked at it and thought “Nope, this isn’t the right room” so I exited again but left the door open because the alligator was in the way and I wasn’t about to try and close it.

I closed the outer door but it opened by itself so I closed it again but it kept opening by itself. Now I’m being nosy and the alligator is standing in the corridor, it doesn’t cross the line but just stands there. Danger doesn’t seem to be a factor, I’m more interested in what’s going on in the room. I started talking to the alligator and noticed it had a metal collar around its neck, much like dog tag. Part of me wanted to check out the room the alligator was in but I was also messing about trying to get out whilst avoiding it. During that kerfuffle the alligator got out of the room, I looked over at TabithaToo and she’s on the floor playing with a deck of cards and has them spread all over the floor.

It’s at this stage a woman comes in the room and asks if I need any help. I told her the alligator / crocodile was somewhere in the building and thought if she sees this mess with TabithaToo and her toys and playing cards she’s going to think we let the animal out intentionally. I felt like a child whose been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. While that woman went off to fetch another woman I see the alligator again and hook a broom handle around its collar to try and coax it back into the room but all I managed to do was remove the collar.

The other lady turned up, the keeper of the crocodile, and that’s when I noticed it was not what it appeared and was in fact a big old black and white dog (like a guard dog). She promptly told the dog to get back into the room. Suddenly we were all sitting on a couch talking and the owner of the alligator/crocodile/dog stated how she worried about how a man would react if the animal got out of the room. I wasn’t scared of the docrocigator in the least, I was more concerned with what was going on in that room. TabithaToo was having a whale of a time playing with her cards on the floor and I was having a whale of a time being nosy and trying to find out why this building seemed important and why was there an alligator in one of the rooms.

What I found interesting is all the people in the dream were women, a boy was mentioned but I never saw him.

The next morning TabithaToo was talking about dreaming of a dog and insisted Max the Wonder Dog had slept in her room even though he in fact spent the night in her brother’s room.

This is a little of what we found out about crocodiles/alligators:

To see an alligator in your dream…may represent your ability to move between the material world of waking life and the emotional, repressed world of the unconscious. Alternatively, the alligator represents healing powers and qualities.

According to biblical interpretations, an alligator suggests that leviathan is king over the children of pride.

http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamthemes/animals.htm

The ancient Egyptians were well aware of the power of crocodile and how that power could be used for constructive purposes. They projected that power onto images of some of their gods. For example, the god Sobek was depicted as a crocodile. Sobek was a fertility god and also a god of creativity. Sometimes even Sekhmet, an Egyptian warrior goddess was sometimes depicted with a crocodile's head. This was an illustration of her power and ability to defend the sun god Ra by crushing his foes in order to defend his kingdom. In waking life, alligators and crocodiles are in fact, fierce, loving, protective mothers. Sekhmet embodies this trait.

http://www.bellaonline.com/articles/art31540.asp

What freaked me out the most regarding this dream was learning later that day that Albert Hofmann had recently died at the age of 102. He was known as the Father of LSD and came up during a conversation a couple of years ago when he turned 100. Purpleaura and I were discussing her Derek Hoffman dream and the child he fathered which came from a good woman and an evil man. We later surmised Derek Hoffman was Tom Cruise and the baby was Suri, born April 19th. Imagine my surprise when I looked up the article concerning Albert Hofmann’s death and saw this:

Albert Hofmann, who died on Tuesday aged 102, synthesised lysergic acid diethylamide (LSD) in 1938 and became the first person in the world to experience a full-blown "acid trip" – that was on April 19 1943, which became known among aficionados as "Bicycle Day" as it was while cycling home from his laboratory that he experienced the most intense symptoms.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/obituaries/1912485/Albert-Hofmann,-LSD-inventor,-dies.html

Miss Scarlet ~ April 29th, 2008

Some parts of this dream are missing but it began with Purpleaura and I either in space watching the earth or looking at a globe. A square of white light would show up somewhere on the planet and we knew that was a trouble spot so we would zoom to the location and either fix or prevent whatever was going on. There were several different scenarios but I only remember one where some people were doing something they shouldn't have been so we saturated the ground all around them to prevent them from doing whatever it was. We didn't flood the area, you couldn't see the water, but we knew the ground was completely soaked. I think they were doing something with electricity and the water stopped them from doing it.

Purpleaura must have gone on to other work because next BWB and I are in a building I’ve never been in, it had really high ceilings and all the walls were rounded, no corners anywhere. It was a huge building and had dividers all over the place also rounded in an arc shape. The whole place was made of marble or some kind of shiny stone…floors, walls, dividers, everything. There were some beings there, not sure if they were human or creatures but definitely the enemy. I get the feeling there were 3 of them. BWB took a sword to them and literally chopped them up into little pieces, there was blood and parts everywhere, it was disgusting.

We were taken into custody, by who I don't know, but managed to escape, running as fast as we could trying to get away and hiding in some thick bushes. It wasn't really a forest because there were clearings all over the place and I don't think any trees, just these bushes. It reminded me a lot of Cape Cod, I think the ocean was nearby.

We knew we were surrounded and all of a sudden I see two guys who looked military, navy specifically, wearing white shirts with medium blue applets and the same colour blue pants. One of the guys was crouched down on one knee aiming a gun at us and the other was standing aiming a gun at us and one of them said something to the effect of "stop or we'll shoot". I said to BWB we might as well surrender or we're dead. We were taken into custody again but again we escaped. I think I remember being caught 3 times and escaping 3 times. We found a car hidden in the bushes, black with a tan roof, I think it was an El Camino, and were relieved we could drive and didn't have to run anymore. We knew we had finally eluded whoever was after us and were deciding where to go. I said to BWB "you know we'll be watching our backs the rest of our lives now" and then I woke up feeling like I had no sleep at all last night.
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Purpleaura ~ April 30, 2008

I dreamt this morning I was a waitress at a restaurant serving 2 males. The first male finished and I took his bill to the table. There was another male sitting on the opposite side that I knew was a reporter. He seemed very serious and had a political feel to him. I had already given him his bill but he ordered something else so I gave him another bill for the food he just ate and said “It’s probably easier if I charge everything on one bill and get you to sign it”.

By this time there’s only me and this reporter, can’t see anyone else in dream, and I was at the till putting everything on one bill. It jumps and as I’m closing down the restaurant I’m talking to the reporter. We both end up outside the restaurant and for some reason we started walking even though my car was parked out front.

It was a long walk and we talked all the way then suddenly we’re riding an animal, almost like a big dog. We passed a garden and there are small red sheep or goats and they were nasty little buggers. They would head butt you like a goat and they kept trying to get at us but I had no problem keeping them at bay just by using my hand to stop them.

At this stage I see a child (the reporter was still with me) and tell him to move along because these sheep could do a lot of serious damage and then I woke up wondering if the reporter was on to a big story.
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Miss Scarlet ~ May 1, 2008

And yet another weird dream. I was in a tall building but it didn't look finished, there were steel girders and the shell of a building but no windows or walls or anything else. I saw a woman dressed in what looked like a track suit, the same colour of blue as the shirts the pregnant twins wore and the shirt the woman with the baby in Gord's back yard. She was bent over, face-down over some sort of contraption that looked like a piece of gym equipment. It seems there were a lot of metal tubes around. Her butt was high in the air and her head was practically near the ground she was so bent over. Standing behind her was a black man who reminded me of the comedian JJ Walker and I knew he was intending to rape her. She was also wearing one of those neck warmers or neck tubes which was black and he took that and pulled it up over her face. I wondered if he was going screw her in the butt, not because of anything kinky but because I knew it would really hurt her and this situation was bad enough as it was so I hoped he didn't. Her pants had snaps on the inside so he unsnapped them and was just about to give her oral sex "to get her primed" (so I heard) when I don't know what happened but something scared the living crap out of him and he stopped doing what he was doing and backed right off. I heard "She will be consecrated today" and then woke up on the verge of spontaneous combustion. I knew it was 4-something because that seems to have become a popular waking time but I don't always look at the clock right away because I have to sit up to do that and I'm usually too sleepy and lazy, but something told me to look right away and it was 4:32. I don't think JJ Walker was really him, I think I was seeing the black side of another Walker.

While researching Purpleaura’s 59432 dream she came across this:

432 is also a fundamental part of a Gematrian numbering system, that seems to be based on adding the number 36. Two of the resulting numbers are 1656 and 25920. Others are 144 or 144,000, and 1260, which also appear in Revelation. Each number had a meaning. 432, for example, means, “Consecration”.

http://www.halexandria.org/dward092.htm

so to hear that and wake up at exactly 4:32 was just a bit freaky. Especially on Beltaine.
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Okay that about covers the dreams this week that appear to be related in some way. An honourable mention goes out to the dream of April 24th where I saw the word Glendale on a map moving around all over the place. Earthquake was my first guess.

On another note I woke up after the Raggedy Ann dream with a song playing but could not for the life of me remember what it was. Later in the day Purpleaura sent an email about underground bases and tunnels, this was part of that article:

San Gabriel (mountains) On Western side of Mojave Desert - Function unknown

Notes: Heavy vibrations coming from under the forest floor which sounds like geared machinery. These vibrations and sounds are the same as heard in Kokomo, Indiana and are suspected underground building/tunneling operations.

http://www.anomalies-unlimited.com/Bases.html

The song was Kokomo by the Beach Boys.

So what to make of all this. First thoughts are a continuation of the last two blogs and the possible resurrection or awakening of that kick ass broad. And what exactly are they attempting to accomplish during the Blood Sacrifice to the Beast or Beltaine? The rape dream leads me to believe they incarnate this woman and attempt to impregnate her. Maybe that‘s their idea of the second coming…no pun intended. We’re hoping that a legion of forces was on hand to stick a wrench into those twisted festivals.

There were lots of threes in these dreams which could represent the trinity. TabithaToo’s tricycle, BWB and I escaping 3 times and the fixture being repaired 3 days ahead of schedule, just to name a few.

The animal inventory includes a giraffe, hippo, alligator/crocodile, dogs, frogs, snakes, goats and sheep. Pretty much everything but a unicorn. Lots can be read into that besides the hippo, giraffe and frog stuff already mentioned. Goats have been known to represent evil with the many representations of satan featuring horns, a goatee and cloven hooves. Sheep are followers and who’s not yet familiar with the term sheeple. We could get into the whole reptilian thing but that would add another 20 pages so I’ll leave it on the back burner for now.

Egypt was coming a lot as well. I was researching half animals because of the different creatures Purpleaura saw that were one thing then another. That led to a little research into Sirius (the dog star) where this article came up:

Isis, the Great Mother, embodied in the star Sirius, brought a spiraling, resonant harmony to the Earth, a pattern of Great Force in the atmospheric aether, that not only set time, but sought to shape matter as well, manifesting a natural, aesthetic form called the Golden Ratio, or "Divine Proportion" in all her creations.

I am the one who rises in Sirius,
I am the one called Goddess by women,
I separated the Earth from the Heavens,
I showed the path of the stars.

The throne was her symbol. It represented the foundational pattern on which Kingship and Civilization were structured. The symbol for Sirius was the pyramid. This symbol also represented the divine, harmonizing power of Sirius/Isis as the source of imitation on Earth - a necessary mystical process that each ruler must complete.

http://www.siriusrising.com/myth.htm

Both Purpleaura and I are certain we were in the same building the night BWB slaughtered the evil creatures and she encountered the guard docrocigator. I felt upon waking that I had been in the Louvre but having never been there couldn’t say for certain. However that brought up thoughts of the Da Vinci Code and the Holy Grail and a whole slew of subjects on that train of thought.

Purpleaura sent the following article May 1st which summed things up nicely, especially since many of our thoughts and speculation regarding these dreams were referenced in some way.

NOTES ON THE FESTIVAL OF BELTANE – OR MAY DAY

“Beul Teine” - the “mouth of the Fire” or “Bel Teine” – the “fire of Bel”. Bel, or Beli, is the Cosmic Father god of Druidism.

In Gaelic myth, many significant “historical” events take place at Beltane –

It is the Time when the Tuatha De Dannan (The Gods of higher consciousness, approximate to the Jewish Angels) first came to Ireland from their realm in The Otherworld. Here, cosmologically, Ireland represents this world. Before the coming of the Tuatha, it is said the world was reigned over by The Fomhoire (under-sea phantoms) – the forces of darkness and chaos.

It is also the time when, much later, the first Gael set foot on Ireland (symbolising the first human being - or the human level of consciousness - arriving on Earth)

Ireland came up a few times this week. One instance was the phone call Purpleaura received from Ann concerning an uncle named Kevin. Just the day before I had been going through my online photos while at work looking for one picture when the file called Uncle Kevin caught my eye. I couldn’t remember what picture it was but one click showed it was the photo taken at Purpleaura’s house of a mysterious man in the TV watching over TabithaToo while she played with her dollhouse. I called the man Uncle Kevin thinking it was the brother Purpleaura never knew, the one her mother miscarried before she was born who was to be named Kevin. That was the Lorraine Revisited blog where I spoke of TabithaToo’s encounters with her aunt. The one where she told Purpleaura not to worry, Uncle Kevin from Ireland was a doctor and Aunt Lorraine was all better now.

In pre-Christian times, Beltane was also the celebration of the union between the God and the Goddess on two levels:

EARTHLY

The dark half of the year (Samhain to Beltane) is over. Even today in parts of the Celtic countries, many old Beltane traditions are kept, such as the putting out of cattle from their byres or low pasture to the high pastures on the 1st of May. The Land grows fertile and fat as the Sun warms Her. Everywhere we begin to experience the abundance of Her first fruits. The Dagda, a horned God of skill and abundance mates at Beltane with Bofhind, Goddess of wisdom and fertility. The twins that are born of their union are Oenghus and Brighid. Deities who bear a significant archetypal resemblance to the Gnostic Christ and Sophia.

When I read about the couch in Purpleaura’s dream I was reminded of a couch dream I had a few years ago. Somebody on a forum suggested it may represent Sophia (sofa) so I had all that going through my head again this week along with the twins from the Pregnant Twins dream because of the rape dream.

OTHERWORLDLY

Beltane is one of the times in the Celtic Calendar when the veil between the worlds is said to be particularly thin. There is much interchange between the worlds at this time. In this respect, the union that occurs is between the Sidhe (the children of the Goddess) and Humanity (the children of the God).

Well I can verify that neither of us has ever had this volume of dreams in one week let alone with this intensity and recurring themes. I’d say the veil was thin.

With later development, as Druidism gradually evolves into the Ceile De tradition, we see a new level of Beltane added to the existing mythos

HEAVENLY

The transcendent, invisible aspect of Divinity (symbolised by the God) unites with the immanent, visible manifestation (symbolised by the Goddess). The offspring of this union is the Divine Child, or Christ, prefigured by Oenghus, who will be born in the darkest time of the year – mid-winter solstice.

This union between the transcendent and immanent must also have its reconciliation in our own fractured consciousness. This too is offered at Beltane - by the Divine Child - and fulfils its mythic promise in real time - with the addition of a new Beltane event... Easter.

EASTER/ASCENSION/PENTECOST

The early Celtic Christians celebrated Easter by a different reckoning than the Roman church and a very similar one to the Eastern Orthodox tradition. This meant that the Celtic Easter event usually took place much later than the current (Roman) reckoning – closer, in fact, to Beltane. Certainly the whole collective meaning of Easter, Ascension and Pentecost can be seen as ever intensifying levels of the same Beltane mystery.

THE BELTANE MYSTERY

In Druid ritual, Beltane was a time of purification and sacrifice. The High King, a representative of both his people and of the God, was wedded to the Land – but was also sacrificed – or at least his “Dark Twin” was. The Dark Twin symbolises the shadow half of the perfection that was the High King. This death was on behalf of his people. It was believed that, with this sacrificial act, the Dark Twin would take with him all the ill fortune of his clan, leaving them with a clean slate for the next year. The figure of the Dark Twin is remembered in Mayday folklore as the “fool for the day” or the “scapegoat”.

Again with the goats.

The sacrifice was preceded by the victim being offered a drink from an intoxicating cup, called the cup of Madbh, offered by a representative of the Goddess. It was a ritual three-fold killing – a killing of not only body and mind, but also of connection to Spirit. Usually, after normal death, it was believed that the now discarnate soul would enter into the realms of the Otherworld (psyche) until it was time to be reborn back into the clan. The three-fold death ensured that the sacrifice would never be reincarnated. His transformed consciousness would however be released into the Earth, where, it was believed, he would be instantly deified. Thus the victim, who carried away with him the misfortunes of his people, would take those dark forces away forever. In Wales, even today, there continues the tradition of the “sin-eater”, an outcast on the edge of society who is believed to have the ability to ingest the bad luck or illness of his clients and take it into himself.

THE KING OF KINGS

In the Christ story it becomes difficult to disregard the many identical motifs.

On Golgotha, Christ the Son of God and the Son of Man (Humanity...Earth) is offered wine drugged with Myrrh, which he refuses. He is effectively killed three times (beaten, crucified and stabbed by a spear). He dies so that he can take away the sins (the product of the false self) of the world, thus reuniting the consciousness of the people with their Father (transcendent God) and initiating the gradual creation of the new Kingdom here on Earth - called the Pleroma - the earthly world changed forever by the ongoing infusion - through our Christedness - of the Divine light into its every atom.

More 3’s and how can I not think of CERN when atoms are mentioned?

The Ceile De tradition says that we are all potential Christs. The part we play in the unfolding of creation is to realise the union, in perfect balance, of Heaven and Earth within our own consciousness. To achieve this we must have our “mid- winter rebirth” - our metanoia, or turning of the heart - we must realise in our deepest darkness that we have a light inside us that will grow in stature if we forsake the forces of atrophy. We must walk relentlessly through the market place of every day existence toward the inevitable sacrifice of all that is false in us. We must be willing then to sacrifice all – even our attachment to our ideas of the spiritual – to be reborn into a new form that our minds cannot conceive – but our hearts have always known.

© Fionntulach 2005