My mind turns on three basic
foundations of thought, that might seem at odds on the surface, but
they keep each other on balance, at least the more I've learned about
them: rational, critical thinking; psychic sense; and creative
vision. These things collide in my dreams when the universal
consciousness is under stress. What do I mean? I don't just dream my
anxieties. As a psychic dreamworker, I pick up a lot of other
people's anxieties as well. Which means, during the past few years
especially, my dreams are often hell to have. I had a lot of
destructive dreams in 2012 in particular. They
became dreams of war. No, you know by now I wasn't prophesying war. I was picking
up mindsets of people who were in chaos. But let me explain something
in the next posts, that I realized in the most vivid dreams of that election time:
I have had many prophetic
dreams. When I dream of actual war or some kind of destruction
coming, I dream of great storms and black tornadoes (signs of
negative change) everywhere. I will dream of specific geographical
indicators of where trouble will occur. In these dreams I wasn't seeing those signs.
In fact, the world was beautiful and in order.
There were no drastic changes in the weather. I dreamt a lot about the
president, dreams in which we were in schools, in restaurants, and at
sports events, clear puns that speak of learning lessons, a nourished public, and healthy competition. I never have a bad dream
when the president is in it. The dream is always clear and precise.
This particular dream I h'm recalling from 2012 did not have the president in it, but,
finally, another bad dream made itself clear, which meant this one made me both highly stressed and relieved!
In this dream, in a world
with clear skies and full of spring growth, when my family was
gathering together again, a part of the population in our town
decided they were at war. The world wasn't, just our local people,
who had decided that to protect their freedom they needed to destroy
those who would take the freedoms away. They wanted the Walmart
saved, the fast food chains protected, the streets of the little town
secure. They wanted my hometown returned to the way it was years ago.
They announced the war, revved up for it, and made those of us who
did not go along with that idea prepare to go into hiding or protect
ourselves. Yet the world was still all right. The sun was shining.
Spring was everywhere, in a dream full of beautiful colors. I took in
everything I could of the beauty, not knowing what would happen next.
As I was traveling down the
road past fields full of azaleas and flowering trees, right when the
war was supposed to be starting, I realized the war had already been
fought and won. All the people who had decided that there were
enemies among us, enemies who wanted to destroy our freedoms, were
gone. They had destroyed themselves. They had achieved what they
wanted to do. They turned the enemy into nothing.
Look at the mindset of those
who have ever made a war. What was their purpose? Were they focused
on that purpose? How did it turn out? The focus of those who are
fighting the hardest in America right now is over freedoms we haven't
actually lost. They wanted to destroy who would take away their
freedom. They were the enemy of their own freedoms. So they were self-destructing.
Two years after this dream, they are still self destructing. They have no heroes, no leaders, and the followers are tired. They are wearing down. And yet the world is still beautiful. And I no longer dream their nightmares.
