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First Contact: Getting to Know You... Again...

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First Contact

Getting to Know you... Again...

everyday... out of doors... sound better in the fresh air...
something to do with acoustics... the mountains all around...

Close Encounters of the Third Kind; Gobi Desert

The Great Awakening, To the Angel Within
Act 5: In Lak'ech, Scene 12: How Does Your Light Shine?

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Catherine... is that you...

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08/16/11 06:49:44

Catherine,

first contact?...

is this the you... that Sammy of limited vision met... on a walk yesterday afternoon later... the "worker" of the "there is a supervisor and then there is the worker"... and you obviously are the "worker"...

in the little magical forest... where there is a picturesque house... darkened and framed by two large shaded trees... such that the sun fears to shine... while the two canine "beasts" stare out its gnomish windows... frequently calling out to "the friend" who came to visit?...

if not then... please ignore...

if yes.. then please accept...

this blessing be to you:

1993 Spring Dream: catherine is a "honey" too
Listen & Follow Along

"I dropped off asleep again. Then I had a dream: the scene was set around some narrow streets with buildings made of brick or stones. I was with some men-friends or brothers maybe. I was wanting to speak to the girl. We were by her house outside the street. I spoke to her up to her house to maybe someone in the family. I heard her say to them that she wanted to go to 'somewhere' it being obvious she did not want or expect to see me here. I called out that I did not want to talk to her and walked dejectedly away around the back of a building on the street feeling very sorry. In a moment or so a friend called me to the building edge as there was someone to see me. And there she was. I urged her to come around back of the building which she did. And I said to her why are you here? I looked into her face. I noticed how small she was, barely up to my mid-chest. She looked as if she was in her teens, or twenties. She didn't answer but gave me a look which said "are you alright, how do you feel, I don't want to talk to you!" She then turned around and stalked her tiny self off. As she moved away she muttered "It's over for you, Catherine!" I was dejected! The wind picked up and I saw the dry, broken leaves whirl and blow against the stone wall nearby.
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...AS I DID THAT, I noticed that someone was sitting in the chair. I leaned back to sit down in my chair which was facing to the left of the other chair. The fronts of the two chairs were just a little forward but side by side whereby our knees were close enough together that I could reach out and touch the other person's knee. As I sat down I reached out and placed my hand on the knee of the other person. As I was settling into my chair I said "Let me sit down here in this chair, honey!" I was startled and looked up when I saw a woman sitting in the chair. She said to me "I like honeys. I use to know a honey a long time ago." The woman was looking directly at me. Her eyes were soft and knowing. She was in her 60s or 70s with grayish hair placed up upon her head (not hanging down about her neck). She seemed to have dark eyebrows. She was slender wearing a long dress that filled the chair in which she was sitting. As I had sit down I was feeling the kind of feeling when one stops to rest and just lets being in the same room with another loved one relax you. As I looked up at her I really didn't know her but she wasn't a stranger either. In a way my feeling was kind of blank and I was puzzled. When she said she use to know a honey a long time ago I was thinking this must mean me-us when we were younger as she seemed quite old now. After a few seconds of gazing at the woman sitting in the chair the scene ended and I immediately awoke.

Bill

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Joysia's Visit: Extraterrestrial First Contact Experience

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08/16/11 15:49:33

The morning of 08 August 2011 [Ref 2011/08/08 New Writing Platform, Large Restroom Mirror, Meeting The Man] I awakened remembering a dream in which:

"... As I was doing this a man walked through the restroom door and stood by the wall in front of me and to the left of me somewhat. He looked at me and started talking immediately and he was holding up a small pink post-it which had cursive writing on it for me to see. Although I could see the writing clearly I could not understand what the writing meant but that did not seem to matter right now. He was telling me about how different chemicals interact with each other and cause changes. He actually named several chemicals as he was talking to me about this and although I did not know or remember any of these chemical names, I seemed to understand and agree with what he was talking about. ..."

I realized later that it was likely that the "these chemicals interact with each other and cause changes" to which the dream man was referring had likely something to do with the medicines and supplements that I was taking... but I did not know what I needed to do if anything about them at that time so I let some time pass so that I might assimilate and digest the information given to me... yesterday afternoon I made the decision as to what I wanted to do... I would stop taking the several supplements (Fish Oil, Magnesium, Super B-Complex, Vitamin A, Vitamin C) except for the Potassium and would continue taking my several medicines prescribed to me... and let this settle in and be my regimen for the time being... as I suspect I will get further guidance if I need to make further adjustments... so this morning I implemented this plan and did not take any of those supplements...

I had a very good morning composing my morning thoughts [Ref: 2011/08/16 First Contact: Getting to Know You... Again... and 2011/08/16 Catherine... is that you...]... after which I took my wife through a session where she read and listened to the various material that I had put together... by then it was noon or so and since just as we were finishing up I had eaten a couple of sandwiches and some raisins I noticed that I was becoming extremely drowsy and could hardly focus... so realizing what this was I laid back in my living room chair to let the drowsiness take over me for a little while... I did not fall asleep but instead remained conscious and aware of what was happening to me during this short time while I rested... as I was watching with my inner awareness I noticed what looked like a faint black and white pencil drawing form with just enough of the center facial features of a sketched face in a background of gray to recognize who I thought it was... seeing just the eyes, nose and merging lines into the mouth below... looking similar to but not the image of Devin, 9D Head of the Nibiruan Council and patriarch of the Feline House of Avyon]... this was indeed my initial known First Contact with what I understood to be Joysia as I immediately recognized him from the image of a similar Feline drawing of Devin in Jelaila Starr's 9D Family Gallery article... As channeled through Jelaila [Ref: Joysia’s October, 1999 Update on DNA Recoding Process] Joysia's function is as chief genetics engineer and head of a group of personnel whose purpose is as "a genetics engineer and one responsible for creating physical vehicles through which you as souls can experience a physical incarnation" [i.e. Chief Genetics Engineer, Sirian A Council channeled through Jelaila]... it was immediately apparent to me that what I took to be Joysia was making a First Contact with me at least to my conscious knowledge with this visit... I do not know of any actions taken upon me of what transpired while I was drowsy but conscious and aware of Joysia's visit... after a few moments I lost my drowsy feeling and began to return to normal which took a few additional moments... I realized that this was indeed a First Contact extraterrestrial visit event to me by him... and also realized that this kind of First Contact experience is considerably different from what the average person thinks about when he envisions First Contact with extraterrestrials in the Star Trek television and movie kind-of-way... but never the less this was a genuine First Contact extraterrestrial visit for me... and it was actually very pleasant too... not at all scary or frightening...

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Anne Catherine Emmerich (1774 - 1824)

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08/28/11 07:10:53

Sunday, 28 August 2011

Hi Samantha "Sammy" Adams,

http://home.centurytel.net/wfbishop/index.html

humble experience (after Myst)
Dream Characters Awakening, Aspect: Ireland Drogheda Girl,
The Great Awakening To The Angel Within (Index)
OmTalks (Night Visitors, Vision/Insights, Physical Body Ascension,
Consciously Induced Visions, Processing Waiting)
The See Journey (First Contact, Seriously Cool, Walking thru Sunflowers)

Bill Bishop wfbishop@centurytel.net

Catherine, this morning Sammy and I went for a walk... we met Samantha "Sammy" Adams (age 24)... she had a "Sammy Basset" connection too... we talked for a long while... I told her about you and where you lived... to go see you... ask you about your Cherokee connection... that you were working on your Ph. D.... when you stand right next to her (within inches)... you will feel oh sooo good... do shake her hand... and you will know what I say... it feels really really good to be inside her personal space... very soothing and healing!!!!!!... you will like her... you will love her!!!!... she is very interested in you and your work... So be it!... Namaste

Anne Catherine Emmerich

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l8Ct4CNGGr0

When God had created the first Adam, he cast a deep sleep upon him, opened his side, and took one of his ribs, of which he made Eve, his wife and the mother of all the living. Then he brought her to Adam, who exclaimed: 'This now is bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh.... Wherefore a man shall leave father and mother, and shall cleave to his wife, and they shall be two in one flesh.' That was the marriage of which it is written: 'This is a great sacrament. I speak of Christ and in the Church.' Jesus Christ, the second Adam, was pleased also to let sleep come upon him -- the sleep on the cross, and he was also pleased to let his side be opened, in order that the second Eve, his Virgin Spouse, the Church, the mother of all the living might be formed from it. It was his will to give her the blood of redemption, the water of purification, and his spirit - the three which render testimony on earth -- and to bestow upon her also the holy Sacraments, in order that she might be pure, holy and undefiled; he was to be her head, and we were to be her members, under submission to the head, the bones of his bones,and the flesh of his flesh. In taking human nature, that he might suffer death for us, he had also left his Eternal Father, to cleave to his Spouse the Church, and he became one flesh with her, by feeding her with the Adorable Sacrament of the Altar, in which he unites himself unceasingly with us. He has been pleased to remain on earth with his Church, until we shall all be united together by him within her fold, and he has said: 'The gates of hell shall never prevail against her.' To satisfy his unspeakable love for sinners, our Lord had become man and a brother of these same sinners, that so he might take upon himself the punishment due to all their crimes. He had contemplated with deep sorrow the greatness of this debt and the unspeakable sufferings by which it was to be acquitted. Yet he had most joyfully given himself up to the will of his Heavenly Father as a victim of expiation. Now, however, he beheld all the future sufferings,combats, and wounds of his heavenly Spouse, in one word, he beheld the ingratitude of men.

The soul of Jesus beheld all the future sufferings of his Apostles, disciples, and friends; after which he saw the primitive Church, numbering but a few souls in her fold at first, and then in proportion as her numbers increased, disturbed by heresies and schisms breaking out among her children, who repeated the sin of Adam by pride and disobedience. He saw the tepidity, malice, and corruption of an infinite number of Christians, the lies and deceptions of proud teachers, all the sacrileges of wicked priests, the fatal consequences of each sin, and the abomination of desolation in the kingdom of God, in the sanctuary of those ungrateful human beings whom he was about to redeem with his blood at the cost of unspeakable sufferings.

The scandals of all ages, down to the present day and even to the end of the world -- every species of error, deception, mad fanaticism, obstinacy, and malice -- were displayed before his eyes, and he beheld, as it were floating before him, all the apostates, heresiarchs, and pretended reformers, who deceive men by an appearance of sanctity. The corrupters and the corrupted of all ages outraged and tormented him for not having been crucified after their fashion, or for not having suffered precisely as they settled or imagined he should have done. They vied with each other in tearing the seamless robe of his Church; many ill-treated, insulted, and denied him, and many turned contemptuously away, shaking their heads at him, avoiding his compassionate embrace, and hurrying on to the abyss where they were finally swallowed up. He saw countless numbers of other men who did not dare openly to deny him, but who passed on in disgust at the sight of the wounds of his Church, as the Levite passed by the poor man who had fallen among robbers. Like unto cowardly and faithless children, who desert their mother in the middle of the night, at the sight of the thieves and robbers to whom their negligence or their malice has opened the door, they fled from his wounded Spouse. He beheld all these men, some times separated from the True Vine, and taking their rest amid the wild fruit trees, sometimes like lost sheep, left to the mercy of the wolves, led by base hirelings into bad pasturages, and refusing to enter the fold of the Good Shepherd who gave his life for his sheep. They were wandering homeless in the desert in the midst of the sand blown about by the wind, and were obstinately determined not to see his City placed upon a hill, which could not be hidden, the House of his Spouse, his Church built upon a rock, and with which he had promised to remain to the end of the ages.

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08/28/11 21:16:28

Trinity Pipes

Solo Singer: Who is she?
Woman (Black Hair) on Right two over glasses on hair: Who is she?
?!Something special about the both of them!?

Ref: 2010/07/23 Dream: Wise Old Man Walking Toward Me:

"... Awoke this morning having just had an unusual dream with a theme I have never had before to the best of my memory. I was inside a small house which had other small houses situated nearby though this was not a suburb setting. I stepped outside and walked over to the house to the north of me and visited inside there then returned to the center house. I noticed that there was a house to the west nearby. Shortly I again stepped outside the center house and was surprised to find that the house to the west had completely vanished leaving only the dirt foundation slightly rising left to show where the building had just been located. I again went inside the center house. Feeling the need to again visit the house to the north I stepped outside and was stunned to see that it too had completely vanished leaving only the dirt foundation slightly piled around where the outline of the foundation was only moments before. I was standing there puzzled amid the empty space around me trying to understand what had happened when I heard my boyhood name, Billy, called out as if from a distance off. I looked to the west and noticed a woman standing facing mostly toward me with a medium sized pet perhaps a dog or sheep standing to her left. What caught my eye causing me to look in her direction was the movement of a white shape which seemed to be dropping down from her right to her side on her right side. The movement seemed at first to be that of a flying white bird settling in to a landing by her right side but seemed to resolve into perhaps a large white dog or sheep. As I was wondering if she was the one who had called out my boyhood name, I again heard, Billy, this time a little closer and louder but coming from the north. I turned my head and off in the distance I saw a man walking from out of the wooded meadow toward me. He was a good way off yet so I couldn't see him clearly but he seemed to be like an old man with a dark beard coming my way. The thought crossed my mind as I watched him: "Looks like that wise old man wants to talk to me. I wonder what he is going to talk about.". But before he got any further I awoke. ..."

Ref: 2010/10/18 Dream: Aboard Ship, Navy Officer, 'You're In Space', Gary:

"... The scene changed and my friend and I are no longer in a naval setting but instead in a building where we are walking along hallways and going into rooms that have the look and feel of a flea market array of furnishings. There are lots of people in the rooms as we walk through them but none of us have any kind of uniforms instead have the usual array of clothing. I get the impression that my friend is showing me around as he seems to know what he is doing. At one point when we are together he turns to me and says "We are in space!" As soon as he says that to me I think to myself that I know what he is saying. I think he doesn't mean we are out in space but that we are in a perceptual space which is where dreams occur. As I think this I say to him "I know what you mean because I have been in this kind of space lots of times!" He offers to me that "I learned about this place when I was grown not so long ago." Suggesting that he had learned about this place much like I am learning about it now. Now I was excited because of my new understanding. My friend turned to me next and said "You should go to the dentist!" so I turned and walked up to the front of the room which apparently was a dental office or so I now thought. A woman came up to and looked questioningly at me. I said I need to see a dentist whereupon she led me thru the door. As soon as I entered the room a man walked up to me from my left. He was an older man with a sophisticated look and some graying in his hair. As soon as he was standing in front of me I asked him for some reason "Are you my father?" but immediately I realized that this was wrong and said "Oh, I am the father". ..."

Ref: 2010/10/29 Dream: Living Unit, Moved In, Family Members, Job Questions, Confusion:

"... The dream setting changes now to one of me being in what might be a type of living room. I was still feeling strange and disoriented at times. As I came into this living room I noticed several cats wanting to come in through the door with me. And as soon as I entered the doorway there was a cat that wanted to go outside so I let it do that. Altogether there were about five or six cats including some small kitten sized ones all being some variation of gray. When I was in this living room I kept looking around and seeing unusual things which I can't remember but again this was confusing. Suddenly I found myself standing in front of a counter with a tall slim prim and proper woman wearing a dark dress down to just above her ankles. Her hair was dark. She seemed to be escorting me for some reason but she wouldn't look me directly in the face. I asked her "What is your name?" but she wouldn't tell me nor would she look at me only starring straight forward and slightly down. I again asked her "What is your name?" and again she refused to tell me. A woman was before me on the other side of the counter. She was not very sharply in focus to me. I sensed that this not being in focus was her situation and not in fact the way I perceived her. The woman was talking to me but I couldn't understand very clearly what she was telling me. I could only make out bits and pieces of what she was saying. She seemed to be telling me about my job. I understood her to ask me "How long have you been doing this?" I thought she was asking about how long I have been going through this awakening process and having these strange odd experiences so I replied "Since 1993!" At this point I was beginning to understand that she was telling me about my job. I told her I'm confused and this isn't very clear to me. Then I asked her "Who am I working for?" I repeated this question "Who am I working for?" several times. She didn't say anything but each time I asked she would hand me a small white post-it with writing on it. All I could make out of the writing was the black typed lower case word "father" in the upper center of each post-it as if it was part of a letter-head. After she had handed me several of these post-its with the word "father" on each I said to her "I thought so!" Then I asked her "What is your name?" She replied with a short response of some kind which I could not understand. She was still out-of-focus as far as I was concerned both in my understanding what she was telling me and in my ability to see her form standing on the other side of the counter. I asked her "What is your name?" repeatedly but each time she would give me a different name. Then she disappeared from in front of me across the counter and reappeared to the left of her previous position as I asked her one last time "What is your name?" to which she replied with a word that I couldn't understand. Next I found myself outside my room again and looked through the window before going in. There I saw my oldest daughter sitting. I knocked on the window and called out to her wondering if she could hear me. She moved her head toward the window but didn't seem to notice me so I didn't think she could hear me from outside. Then I awoke surprised at the richness, detail, confusion and strangeness contained in this most unusual dream experience. ..."

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Knot Knickerd Cuties... The Christ Consciousness... The Virgin Mary...

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08/30/11 06:50:51

Cutie: Noun. Slang.
a. a person who tries to outsmart an opponent, as an athlete who outmaneuvers an opposing player: The tackle was a real cutie when blocking on trap plays.
b. a clever or cunning maneuver: He pulled a cutie.

Girl: If you're filled with affection you're too shy to convey,
meditate in my direction. Feel your way.

On 8/30/2011 7:43 A.M., Billy2024 wrote:

You should watch: Adventure 04 - The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle...

On 8/30/2011 7:35 A.M., Billy2024 wrote:

and I meant CHECK... you need to "check"... on something... but I don't know what... that is your puzzle to solve... it will help you to awaken completely then...

On 8/30/2011 7:16 A.M., Janice wrote:

No I meant CHEEK.
Quoting Billy:

did you mean to type "check" instead of "cheek" when you typed that?... [smile]
btw you are almost awaken... shouldn't be long now... so don't get your knickers in a knot... although that would be kind of cute to see - a "knot knickerd cutie"... hee hee hee...

On 8/29/2011 10:07 P.M., Janice wrote:

Did you have your tongue in cheek when you typed that?

Quoting Billy2024:

then God bless Hubby... and the "perfect little woman" too... [smile]

On 8/29/2011 1:21 P.M., Janice wrote:

I just got Hubby home from the hospital. Except for being awfully sore he is doing great.

Ref: 2010/10/29 Dream: Living Unit, Moved In, Family Members, Job Questions, Confusion:

"... The dream setting changes now to one of me being in what might be a type of living room. I was still feeling strange and disoriented at times. As I came into this living room I noticed several cats wanting to come in through the door with me. And as soon as I entered the doorway there was a cat that wanted to go outside so I let it do that. Altogether there were about five or six cats including some small kitten sized ones all being some variation of gray. When I was in this living room I kept looking around and seeing unusual things which I can't remember but again this was confusing. Suddenly I found myself standing in front of a counter with a tall slim prim and proper woman wearing a dark dress down to just above her ankles. Her hair was dark. She seemed to be escorting me for some reason but she wouldn't look me directly in the face. I asked her "What is your name?" but she wouldn't tell me nor would she look at me only starring straight forward and slightly down. I again asked her "What is your name?" and again she refused to tell me. A woman was before me on the other side of the counter. She was not very sharply in focus to me. I sensed that this not being in focus was her situation and not in fact the way I perceived her. The woman was talking to me but I couldn't understand very clearly what she was telling me. I could only make out bits and pieces of what she was saying. She seemed to be telling me about my job. I understood her to ask me "How long have you been doing this?" I thought she was asking about how long I have been going through this awakening process and having these strange odd experiences so I replied "Since 1993!" At this point I was beginning to understand that she was telling me about my job. I told her I'm confused and this isn't very clear to me. Then I asked her "Who am I working for?" I repeated this question "Who am I working for?" several times. She didn't say anything but each time I asked she would hand me a small white post-it with writing on it. All I could make out of the writing was the black typed lower case word "father" in the upper center of each post-it as if it was part of a letter-head. After she had handed me several of these post-its with the word "father" on each I said to her "I thought so!" Then I asked her "What is your name?" She replied with a short response of some kind which I could not understand. She was still out-of-focus as far as I was concerned both in my understanding what she was telling me and in my ability to see her form standing on the other side of the counter. I asked her "What is your name?" repeatedly but each time she would give me a different name. Then she disappeared from in front of me across the counter and reappeared to the left of her previous position as I asked her one last time "What is your name?" to which she replied with a word that I couldn't understand. Next I found myself outside my room again and looked through the window before going in. There I saw my oldest daughter sitting. I knocked on the window and called out to her wondering if she could hear me. She moved her head toward the window but didn't seem to notice me so I didn't think she could hear me from outside. Then I awoke surprised at the richness, detail, confusion and strangeness contained in this most unusual dream experience. ..."

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First Contact: What to do... Follow the instructions... Given at the time...

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2010/10/10 Dream: Visitors Moved In, Attic Work, Food Worry

"... The scene changes and I find myself in a group of people in what might be a living room. There is a woman sitting on the couch between a couple of people. I tossed her several articles of heavy clothing including pullover sweaters. I don't know who she was but when I tossed her the clothing it landed on her head and shoulders nearly covering her up. I saw myself stepping into (out of?) a heavy pair of pants. I remember that before I was in that room a couple of men which seemed to me to be like fireman gave me a cloth which had some instructions printed on it. Looking at the first instruction shown in only a few words, I could read it but didn't know what it meant. I noticed there was an instruction two, instruction three, etc. covering both sides of the short unrolled bolt of rectangular cloth. After I had tossed the heavy clothing onto the woman on the couch (who reminded me of my oldest daughter) and stepped into (out of?) the heavy pair of pants, I again looked at the bolt of cloth with the printed instructions. I now realized that each of the instructions was a simplified way describing how to take some kind of action if a certain event happened. Twice during this time I looked up and noticed that this house had a chimney. Each time I looked up and noticed the chimney, I was looking at the roof of this house and seeing this chimney from the outside. Each time I saw that there was some smoke curling upwards from on the right side of the top of this chimney. There was a man sitting up there apparently working on the chimney and I noticed a quick glimmer of light between him and the chimney brick and curling smoke. The dream ended. ..."

chimney == Devil's Peak (Close Encounters of the Third Kind)

"... 4. The bolt of cloth with the printed instructions are understood after the removal of the heavy pants or baggage. This suggests to me that when the time comes that actions are needed for certain events as they arise then the particular instructions needed to deal with it will be understood. ..."

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Holy Shit... And there it was.

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09/03/11 10:11:02

Ophiuchus - Holy Shit!: Keter Magick (LiveJournal - September 4th, 2008 at 9:53 P.M.) "connects the dots"...

noun, genitive -chi Astronomy.

the Serpent Bearer, a constellation on the celestial equator between Libra and Aquila.

footprint in sand:

http://bp0.blogger.com/_DzvTQLDKtts/R4FZqU3gVnI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/m-JiF8M75OI/s400/Holy+shit+2.jpg

the 13th cycle: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hWhesr8jQQ

in the sand: http://theseejourney.yuku.com/topic/4/First-Contact-Getting-to-Know-You-Again#.TmH-d2qRN8E

the drawing of: http://theseejourney.yuku.com/sreply/15/First-Contact-Getting-to-Know-You-Again-

wise old man: http://theseejourney.yuku.com/sreply/26/First-Contact-Getting-to-Know-You-Again-

the bolt of cloth: http://theseejourney.yuku.com/sreply/28/First-Contact-Getting-to-Know-You-Again-

you know who you are: Diana McClintic Iain Macfiain Jeannechristie Drinkel Joscelyn Jelaila Starr Keter Magick L Dani Schlotterback Everitt Larry D Quisenberry Marcus HealingFourinnerpeace Marieke Biersteker Patricia Ann Bishop

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First Contact: How Did You Come To Write Your First Book... Twenty-six Books...

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09/05/11 01:52:30

It was Labor Day, Monday 04:13 05 September 2011... I just woke up from a dream... in the dream sitting in a room with my wife, Pat, she over there near the foot of what seemed like a bed... there seemed to be a window with lots of light coming in but I don't actually recall seeing the window... just that it was there... there was another person over to my left between Pat and me... I think it was a woman and she was off to the left side by the room wall out of the scene except I was aware that she was there... I had just come into the room because I needed to ask Pat something... she was sitting to the left end of the bed looking over the bed and toward my right perhaps in the direction of the well lighted window... as soon as I saw her sitting there I ask her: "How did you come to write your first book?"... there was a pause and I repeated the same question to her more forcefully: "How did you come to write your first book?"... than asked "What was it about?"... she seemed shy to say anything or tell me about it... I felt a little surprised that I didn't know really about why she wrote this first book... but still I didn't know anything about this... she turned her head to her right to look at me and said defensively avoiding my question about: "How did you come to write your first book?": "You will be surprised when I get my first payment!"... at which point I was startled because I didn't know she was going to be getting a royalty payment for her book... I realized then somehow that she had written twenty-six books... and I remembered Catherine and somehow knew that she was involved in this... I felt surprise too that this royalty payment was going to be substantial yet Pat had not said how much it was... only implying that it would be arriving soon... and I awoke excited because I knew this was important about Pat having written books... and I didn't know anything about it really... and that she was soon going to be getting a royalty payment for the first book she ever wrote...

Analysis: suggest this dream is highly significant... that it is speaking to what is likely that you have a great talent... that you Pat have written perhaps twenty-six books before... that you have gotten them published and that you have received substantial royalty payments for your work... that you don't yet know this about yourself... that the dream is to awaken you to this knowledge about your past... further suggest that you ask your guidance several questions about the meaning of my dream... that you work with Catherine to try to come to understand this hidden knowledge about yourself... I suspect that the two of you working as a team will be very successful with this and many other endeavors... but you both must step forward and make it happen... this dream is an offering to the both of you... to step boldly out of your normal selves and move into a different realm... one in which the each of you will come to know and understand great things about each other... So be it... Namaste

On 8/20/2011 10:47 PM, Catherine wrote:

Pat, hello!

..... I want to say, Pat, did you write that summary about the French courtesan vision? If I did not misunderstand, and that was you, you are an accomplished writer. I have undergraduate degree in literature, and a master's degree in journalism, as well as another one in library and information science [sic]. I have read many people's writing. Few can express themselves so well. I will say, also, that I hope you don't mind that he shared that with me.

Other people's privacy is important to me, as is my own, so I never want you to feel you must share anything, or correspond if you don't want to. I also want to say that I very much appreciated -- and approve -- of the fact that when Bill contacted me, he has always included you, and often other people, in the loop.

I have made many new friends over the years -- and love to do so! -- and I have many professional colleges [sic]. However, like most women, I am generally wary of men, especially married ones, who pursue energetic initial contact...! However, because Bill has always included you, and has spoken of you and his family in detail and lovingly from the first moment, it makes me feel that his intentions are neighborly, friendly, intellectual and spiritual, and truly out of his zest for exploration of connections, and not in some way unwholesome or veiled. I would not have responded at all if I had felt this were not the case. I am a mature woman of almost 45, and when Bill shares what seems to be his 18th-19th Century Romantic soul (Goethe!) and shares analyses of past dreams, a small number of which (to date) are sensual in nature, I take this only to mean he is openly expressing himself in the fullness of his life- and dream- experiences as a human. I do not take the "muse" idea to be an overature of any sort, other than delight in meeting an unexpected potential sojourner [sic]. I take the boost that we often get when we meet a new friend of the opposite sex who pleases us to be acceptable and normal and good, yet I am old-fashioned enough to never transgress the bounds of someone else's marriage. I do not judge others if they do, or have in the past, experienced physical connections outside their marriages. This is for each couple to decide for themselves and negotiate their way through. .....

Catherine

Referencing:

1993 Summer Dream: the palace and France
Listen & Follow Along

...and quickly fell back to sleep... or so I thought....... I remember being in a room with a lot of fire...... then I realized there were candles all around..... there were many colors in this room, vibrant reds, oranges, pinks, blues, greens......... everyone was wearing dresses in very colorful clothes, the women had veils on their faces, wore long flowing skirts or pants, like harem pants, very little to cover their boobs, which seem to suit the men just fine..... the men wore turbans on their heads...... also long flowing pants and a vest type shirt....... I was not afraid to be there and did not know the reason I was there...... there was lots of different things going on between various persons...... there seems to be 5 women for every man..... they were each assigned a different task to take care of each of the men....... sounds like a harem or a brothel.. Oh, dear....... one of the men suddenly sees me and tells the women next to him to leave and that he wants to instruct me on how to please him..... he tells me I am a quick learner......... there is a distinct odor about him which I do not like.... when I attempt to get up to leave, he pushes me down and forces himself on me....... I remember finally being able to leave and running, running to get away..... I am crying because there are people there trying to capture me and make me stay and I do not want too..... then I felt a gentle touch under my right breast, very calming sensation..... I slowly started to relax and realized that I was ok...
...
here we go again....... I always lived in a nice house with many beautiful long dresses, my hair was long, flowing, very curly and very reddish brown....... I loved to put on lots of eye color and wear very sexy smelling perfume.......... I also had the most beautiful sexy underwear, garter belts,

bustiers to push my big breasts up even more, they would almost fall out of the dress..... most of the time they were out... ....BLUSH... (yes, I have always had big breasts in all my dreams)....... obviously something significant here..... I seemed to have been kept busy all the time.... and was paid very handsomely.... I also wore beautiful jewelry that was given to me by my many gentlemen callers, one in particular, who was tall and blond and wore a mustache and very very soft bears.... Bill has never heard this dream until now as he will read as he does all my mail when he sends it to you.... This dream took place in France...

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09/26/11 12:10:22

Rosie Umstattd, September 11, 2011, A Dream

Part 1

The dream began with Jim [husband] and I [Rosie] going to the house we used to live in in the town of Hallsville, Mo. Somehow it seemed we still owned this house but had not been living in it. It was essentially the way I remember it. In real life, it was a 3 bedroom ranch style house. We had it painted a brownish color to sort of blend-in with the country surroundings. It had a tree in the front yard, some juniper bushes in front of the door and a concrete slab on the side where we parked our van. In the dream all of this was the same.

We went in the house and were discussing how it looked just like we left it. (In real life it looked nothing like it!) In the dream it was fully decorated. There were beds in 2 of the bedrooms made up with lovely bedding. Curtains. Food in the fridge. It was just how we remembered it! We began talking about why we ever left in the first place. Apparently, we had been living in some small, cramped little house. It seemed we ranted this little house and the landlord was not very nice to us.

About then we heard a door open. (The reader must note that it was at this point in the dream that anything reminiscent of our real life house went completely out the window.) Upon entering the kitchen area, and for want of a better description, a sort of trap door opened in the floor. There were steps coming up from somewhere under the house. Coming up the steps was a boy of 10 or so. We all had a nice reunion. We talked of his family who lived next door. He asked us about our goings on. We told him we were thinking about moving back. He was excited to hear that and could not wait to tell his mom. I asked him then why he had come over. He explained he had heard a noise over here and came to check it out. He further explained he came over about once a week to make sure everything was ok. He said he would usually do some light housekeeping and make sure the beds had clean sheets and such. Sometimes his mom came with him and helped.

It was about at this point that I began to realize something was very very different. I asked Jim if he sensed something. He did. Suddenly we opened our back door expecting to see the back of our property which extended back an acre into woods. However when we opened our backdoor, we were totally unprepared for what we saw!

It is difficult to describe what we saw, so please bare with me. Our back door no longer opened onto our backyard. In fact, there was no yard at all. It opened onto a large attached sort of patio that had plants and flowers and patio furniture. There were tables, chairs, huge real plants of all kinds. It was a semi- circular sort of area that extended out 20 or 30 feet. At the end of it there was a railing and it was all enclosed. We tentatively walked to the railing to see what was on the other side of it. A swimming pool! We looked at each other in stunned amazement. Then we looked at the boy who was grinning back at us from ear to ear. This was truly like nothing either of us had even heard of before, much less seen! Oh. But we should have been told to prepare ourselves again, for there was much more to come!

Rosie Umstattd Dream 2011/09/11:
This House Patio Layout

Part 2

As we were both there at the railing looking at this huge swimming pool, we turned to go back to the house to collect ourselves. What our eyes beheld was almost more than anyone could possibly comprehend in a lifetime, much less in the few minutes that had passed. What we saw was that there was an entire group of houses. The backdoors of each of these houses opened onto the 20 to 30 foot patio area and then to the swimming pool. The patio area was one solid, enclosed, huge area leading up to one solid, enclosed, huge swimming pool. If was like a wagon wheel. The outer rim was the front of the houses. Inside the spokes was the back of the houses with their patios and the very center of the wheel was the pool. The difference, of course, was that the pool was nealy as big as the outer wheel.

Rosie Umstattd Dream 2011/09/11: Houses,
Neighborhood, Wheel, Commons, Pool

The center of the diagram is, obviously, the pool.

So, to be sure it is clear, when one drove up to one's own or a neighbors house, what one would see would be just what anyone would see driving up to someone's house. In my case, we saw our Hallsville house just as described earlier. One could not, for whatever reason, see what was behind.

Well, there was such a sense of community, of true friendship and caring, we decided right then and there, we were moving back!

Part 3

In the blink of a dreamers eye, the scene changed somewhat. We indeed had moved back to our old house in the new setting. My sister Jeannie came to visit and remarked at how amazing it was that the house was so much like it was when we left. With a wink to myself, I told her she hadn't seen anything yet. She gave me a quizzical look. I led her to the back door and opened it up. She Sucked in her breath. She had never Seen anything like it! It was amazing! It was beautiful! Actually now that Jim and I were more used to it, we had discovered more. Over there was an area for little ones to play. Here was a sign up sheet for games. There were places to get a snack if you didn't want to go home right then to get something. It was wonderful and warm and happy. I could not imagine ever living anywhere else.

And yet, in another snap of the dreamers fingers, the scene changed. I was still in my town. Only this time I was in the front of the houses. It was a warm, bright, sunshiny day. I was with several other people as well as Jim and we were walking down streets. Many people were on the streets moving to and fro. I was, of course, in my wheelchair. Sometimes people would call out to me from where they were. Eventually we found ourselves at a large white house.

There were a great many people in and around this house. I had no idea what it all could be. We seemed to be carried along by the crowd to inside the house. It seemed there were many different events going on at the same time. There was a table where people were signing up for something. There were tables with literature. There were groups of women and groups of men. Both groups talking about different things. Many of these people seemed to know me and greeted me with smiles or hugs.

Eventually, we were led to a group of rooms in the house that appeared to be a hospital of sorts. It seemed someone from Jim's family was in there. I think it was his nephew Joe. Something terribly wrong with him. We both went in the room. After what seemed like only a few seconds, I found myself out of the room. I was told Jim needed to stay in there. I was left in the house where all the people were milling about, talking, working. I was very confused. I was unsure of what I should do or where I should go. And in that instant I was acutely aware of being seen. No. I was being stared at. It was a sensation like nothing I'd ever felt before.

I was a little afraid. It was so strong. I began to realize that nearly everyone milling about in the house was now looking at me with this odd sort of sweet expression. Some of them nodded with their Smile. A few actually winked. Oh my God! I thought. What is going on? I looked up and right into the darkest, most intense eyes I had ever seen! Those eyes bore directly into mine and there was a sense of some kind of recognition. I became weak. I shook. Terrified. And then I heard "Hello".

I knew this man. But I did not know who he was. He was Native American. Maybe. Very black, very long, a little curly hair. Many with him. He spoke to me but not with words. I thought perhaps I should say should say something first. I thought saying something about my Native American connection might be a place to begin. So I explained to him I had a knowledge of the Greenwood Reservation in South Dakota. I asked if he knew of it. He did not really respond. He just looked at me with those eyes. I told him I was spirit sister to Chief Standing Elk Golden Light Eagle. Those eyes spoke but I may have been too overwhelmed to hear. I was at once profoundly moved and utterly terrified of the effect this man was having on me. Inside I shook and felt like a school girl experiencing her first crush. This is crazy I kept telling myself. And when I spoke to myself, he gave me his look and his smile that relaxed me.

I finally got up the nerve to ask non-verbally about his tribe. This I heard loud and clear when he said "I am of the Tribe of the Sun". Oh yes! This I heard! I still did not quite know what it all meant. Nor did I have much more of an understanding of exactly who he was. However, somehow it no longer mattered. Even his braves, warriors , women who were with him took on a different aire. If was as though the cat had been let out of the bag and we could now all get down to business. Everyone, including me, was more comfortable. The townspeople who had been milling about were filled with a joy that they had not shown earlier. It was as though everyone had been part of this secret and now that it was no longer secret, everyone was incredibly happy. They were serene. Content. Like everything was going to be alright now.

In fact some of his people now began to use his name. I heard it and it resonated in me like a clap of thunder that seems to roll forever. I heard the name Rae. It was pronounced like Ray. I also heard a second name. This one was Rie. It was pronounced like Ree. Everything had changed. He and his people were moving through the groups of people in and around the house. They were handing out literature and talking to folks. So was I. It just seemed like he and I were now united in some strange, mythical way. We smiled to one another. We conversed telepathically. I then said to him, "My husband... “ and before I even finished my thought I heard many voices telling me, not to worry-for he will be well taken care of. With that the dream sort of faded and I woke.

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09/27/11 19:40:25

Rosie Umstattd, September 11, 2011, Dream: New Living Quarters... Former Home with Amazing New Layout, Furnishings, Neighborhood, People...

Comments and Analysis:

William Bishop 25 September 2011:

"... Rosie, your dream suggests to me that you are being given information about your "new living quarters" though I'm not sure to what extent it is symbolic and to what extent it is literal... I suspect your meeting with the native American Rae Rie is in some way a part of your personal ascension experience (the secret is now being made known to you)... I further suspect that a lot more occurred than you have been made aware of yet in this meeting with Rae Rie... and in most definitely a very good way!!!... more will come to light about this dream and its meaning as time passes for you... look forward with joy to that... the use of a former home in a dream is a theme often used in communicating spiritual information to a human person... watch/listen to the Magenta Pixie 2012 video: Dreamtime - Dreamspace - (Symbols of the Divine - The House)...

some comments about your beautiful dream:

"... I knew this man. But I did not know who he was. He was Native American. Maybe. Very black, very long, a little curly hair. Many with him. He spoke to me but not with words. I thought perhaps I should say should say something first. I thought saying something about my Native American connection might be a place to begin. So I explained to him I had a knowledge of the Greenwood Reservation in South Dakota. I asked if he knew of it. He did not really respond. He just looked at me with those eyes. I told him I was spirit sister to Chief Standing Elk Golden Light Eagle. Those eyes spoke but I may have been too overwhelmed to hear. I was at once profoundly moved and utterly terrified of the effect this man was having on me. Inside I shook and felt like a school girl experiencing her first crush. This is crazy I kept telling myself. And when I spoke to myself, he gave me his look and his smile that relaxed me. ..."

really loved your dream... and the way you write it up is marvelous... I just bet Catherine Craven would say something about how well you have written it... how well you have expressed yourself... since she has strong Cherokee family ties how could she not respond to what and how you have to say...

"... I finally got up the nerve to ask non-verbally about his tribe. This I heard loud and clear when he said "I am of the Tribe of the Sun". Oh yes! This I heard! I still did not quite know what it all meant. Nor did I have much more of an understanding of exactly who he was. However, somehow it no longer mattered. ..."

did a google of "Tribe of the Sun" and found http://www.tribeofthesun.com/... which seems interesting and relevant perhaps...

"... In fact some of his people now began to use his name. I heard it and it resonated in me like a clap of thunder that seems to roll forever. I heard the name Rae. It was pronounced like Ray. I also heard a second name. This one was Rie. It was pronounced like Ree. Everything had changed. He and his people were moving through the groups of people in and around the house. They were handing out literature and talking to folks. So was I. It just seemed like he and I were now united in some strange, mythical way. We smiled to one another. We conversed telepathically. I then said to him, "My husband... “ and before I even finished my thought I heard many voices telling me, not to worry-for he will be well taken care of. With that the dream sort of faded and I woke. ..."

reminds me for some reason of Reiki music and healing... very soothing (Way to Heaven - Reiki Music)... this Japanese form of healing has shown up in my life in the last couple three days (which can't be just a coincidence)... for example I met a woman at the doggy park on north Garth street a couple days ago... Sonya Nicholson is an artist and is interested in Japanese art and origami... she lives here in Columbia and her website is http://www.sonyabird.com/... also I mentioned to her that I had an oriental (Japanese related) dream (2010/07/12 Dream: Oriental Garden and Tree Fruit) at one time which meeting her reminded me of it... you might find Reiki music and healing of some interest if you don't already know about it...

Reiki is a form of energy healing originating from Japan. The following articles explain what Reiki is and how some members of our group use it in conjunction with our particular spiritual beliefs.
Reiki Basics, Reiki and Spiritual Guides

Reiki Symbols: Traditional Reiki Symbols, Runes as Reiki Symbols, Ogham as Reiki Symbols ..."

Catherine Craven 26 September 2011:

"... Rosie, I know nothing of you, and I feel that personal privacy is important until if/when someone is ready to reveal what they, themselves, will. No one should be "outed" in any sense of that word.... However, I want to say that your writing *is* earnest and beautiful. I sometimes wonder if our Native American ancestry is what makes us open to our dreams and the intuitive connections -- present, past, future -- that often appear within them, or if it's our delight in the possibility that we have this ancestry that matters. Perhaps it's a personality type that can happen through direct Native American genetics or through accident that makes us curious, delighting in imaginative possibilities, open to the (as yet) unexplainable phenomena, even the face of the rigid regime of science and its demand for empirical proof.

I've always loved dreams and what they tell me. Often, it's obvious (and welcomed) that it's my own mind mulling and turning over, concretely and symbolically, the practical and emotional issues I'm trying to resolve. Best, however, is when my dreams are something more.... Predictive of what's about to be or informative about someone far away who is about to make contact -- often someone who is undergoing a change -- a warning or an announcement. I have never attempted to reach out to anyone per se, but sometimes it seems I am tapping into something, perhaps the broader definition of Jung's collective unconscious -- and Unus Mundus. ..."

[Unus mundus, Latin for "One world," is a term which refers to the concept of an underlying unified reality from which everything emerges and returns to. It was popularized by Swiss psychoanalyst Carl Jung, though the term was used as early as the sixteenth century by Gerhard Dorn, a student of the famous alchemist Paracelsus.

Jung's concepts of the archetype and synchronicity are related to the unus mundus, the archetype being an expression of unus mundus; synchronicity, or "meaningful coincidence," being made possible by the fact that both the observer and connected event ultimately stem from the same source, the unus mundus.]

Rosie Umstattd 27 September 2011:

"... I am also excited to hear what others may have to say about my dream. For myself, I do have a few things I can add. First of all, this is NOT by any means the first dream I've had about this house. I've had many over the years since we lived there. I got so freaked out about it that I went to a "psychic". He told me that dreaming about a former house usually indicated "unfinished business" in it. Duh! I thought. But fair is fair. So I thought about his explanation and I applied it to the dreams I'd had to that point. It just did not feel right. I had to really stretch creatively to even begin to apply his analysis. So I let it go.

My own interpretation of the dream is more on the ascension lines. I first felt the house and the attached community was more like a space ship. But then I began to remember last summer. July 2010 my girlfriend and I went to the 4 corners to a Star Knowledge gathering. We were actually in Farmington, New Mexico. The day before the conference began, a bunch of us went to Chaco Canyon. I of course got out and buzzed all over in my chair. I don't know how much you know about Chaco. However, it is where the Native Americans believe (know) the ships landed when they brought our star ancestors to Earth. There are ruins that were unearthed by National Geographic. Not all of the canyon ruins are accessible but I went to all I could get to. I was especially drawn to one of the ruins. It was a big round structure (well it was when it was whole). You could tell it had high walls. Many floors and many rooms as well as an open central area that was encircled by the structure. I went to this place like I was going to a fire. I knew that place. I felt it. I had lived there. When my-star ancestors came, I lived there with my husband and child. I knew it and my knowing was Seen and signed off on by a couple of the people who were there.

I have been over my dream 1000 times and I am convinced the configuration of my former house was /is my former home in Chaco. And yes, it has to do with my ascension. I have also pretty much decided that Rae Rei was/is my husband from that time. It is another long Story. I met him once in this life and spent an amazing 7 months with him. Then he died. But he has never left me. I have had a couple of other ascension dreams that he was in. This is the first time he has come to me in this form. ..."

William Bishop 27 September 2011:

"... I would really like and hope that (and invite as you have done with your email reply) others to respond with their comments and analysis of the various bits and pieces of the your "The Dream" puzzle that your "other self" gave you as a very gracious (showing you your own Personal Ascension Experience) gift on 11 September 2011... it doesn't take a rocket scientist in "knowing" that the new community at the "back yard" of your New Living Quarters is already being placed into position... and are now and become ready (as they and to the degree they become awakened) to greet you with what you describe in your dream as "Well, there was such a sense of community, of true friendship and caring, we decided right then and there, we were moving back!"... I have a lot more to say about your dream yet (to be given to you later)...

I don't doubt you are right about who you suggest Rae Rei was in past life experience(s) with you... when you refer to "Chaco" in your email reply your comments suggest to me that you are referring to The Anasazi of Chaco Canyon (which would certainly help partially explain the American Indian connection for you)?... [Yes, I am referring to the Anasazi of Chaco Canyon. Rosie]

...all of us have access to a "piece of the puzzle" as individuals... when we can become as a sharing collective of individuals each having our own each smaller piece(s) of the puzzle sharing freely and with open and honest heart... well then, the bigger puzzle gets solved after a while... ..."

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On 9/19/2011, Rosie Umstattd wrote:

Bill, OK. This is me. I was born Rose Marie Pressly on March 11, 1952. My parents were Henry Vernon Pressly (November 20, 1924 to June 10, 2009) and Dorris Maire (Renner) Pressly (December 4, 1927 to June 8, 1994)

I was born in Kansas City, Mo. and have 2 sisters (Kathie-deceased and Jeannie). I have 2 brothers (Ron and Dan). Dad was a farmer and farmed with his father outside Independence, Mo. We lived just north of the Lake City Army Ammunition plant. We were poor.

In October 1955, at age 3, I got sick and was eventually diagnosed with polio. Hospitals would not admit me, even though I was already unconscious, because they'd already closed their polio wards. Ended up at K.U. Med Center in Kansas City, Kansas. This was, I believe, part of my path because K.U. had the ability to save my life. My life was in great peril. As it turned out I had 2 strains of polio (bulbar and spinal ) at the same time. Temp was 108. Collapsed lung. Coma. Was in an iron lung for months. Was in K.U. for a year.

Nobody knew or understood how or why I lived. Nobody understood how or why my brain had not fried or why I had sensation or bowel or bladder control, why my hair had not fallen out. My doctor used the M word. Miracle. And it was.

Life went on. When it was time for me to enter 1st grade, my parents took me to enroll in the local public grade school where my sister went. HA! This was my first experience with discrimination. The superintendent would in no way allow me into his school because I was crippled. My poor parents! Totally not prepared. Well, my mom was Catholic and So us kids were being raised as such. We went to chuck in Independence. So my mom asked the nuns at the Catholic school if I could go there. They of course said sure! And that is how all 5 of us kids ended up going to St. Mary's and getting a great education.

Graduated High School in 1970 and did 2 years of college at C.M.S.U. Majored in Psychology. In 1972 moved to Columbia to go to M.U. I hated M.U. and promptly dropped out. Went back home for about 6 months. and moved back in 1973. Actually moved in to Paquin Tower 2 weeks after it opened. Life began in earnest at this point.

You'll have to wait for Part 2 as I cannot type like I used to. Seems post polio syndrome is real. Namaste, Rosie

On 9/25/2011 4:07 PM, Rosie Umstattd wrote:

Hey Bill. So sorry I've been long in getting back to you. The first thing I want to tell you is that my mother was born in Brainerd, Minnesota. She was 1 of 11 kids. I tell you this because her side of the family tree is enormous! Therefore, if you knew /know any Renners or Dumerts or Smeruds (to name A few) I am likely related.

You want to know more about my "other" life eh? Great! I've told my life story So many times I could scream! As far as past life experiences go, I don't really have any. I have always had a 'draw' to Ireland, Scotland, England which makes sense as I have a great many ancestors from there. But I've never had any of those experiences like other people we've all read about. I have also been drawn very much to Native American culture. Over the past couple of years I've done some research and found I do have a drop or two of Choctaw and Cherokee in me. All of this is this OK. However, I must admit to just tucking it away in my trivia file. It is all another piece in the puzzle that is my life, but not a huge piece.

To what extent am I aware of personal guidance? Oh my God! she responds incredulously. Very aware. For me, it kinda goes along with your next question of being familiar with "knowings". I have come to understand that I have had personal guidance my entire life. I always knew it, felt it. I don't know if I can put words to it. The following is an excerpt of a letter I wrote to my friend Chief Golden Light Eagle of the Yankton Sioux reservation (Greenwood) in South Dakota.

On this Monday after Easter I found myself in some serious emotional trouble. To make the proverbial long story short, it was probably a bit of a breakdown. In the course of my little attack, I prayed and called in all those who walk with me, guide me and love me when I forget to love myself. I have a whole entourage I call on and they never seem to tire of me. Well as the end of my attack was nearing, and I was asking for guidance, I looked out my screen door which is at the east side of the house. I looked upon the spring green leaves that are in various stages of coming out on the trees. I looked upon the grass and wildflowers/ground-covers that are so incredibly thick because there's been so much rain. Birds chirping and singing so loud. And squirrels! Oh my! There are 4 baby squirrels and Mom and Dad living in a huge partially hollowed out limb of a huge old tree. It was all so beautiful and peaceful.

Suddenly, into my mind, came the 'voice' that told me to write to Eagle. Tell him. Tell him what? I wanted to know. What came back to my mind sounded weird to say the least. What I heard was that I was to tell you the story, my story. As I said before, I don't know why. But I do know what story was being referred to. So, again, please bear with me.

I was born in 1952 in Kansas City, Mo. In 1955, I got polio. A really horrible case. In fact, we were to learn later, I actually had 2 of the 3 strains of it at the same time. My parents were poor farmers and the only doctor close to where we lived was a D.O. My parents thought I had the flu. But I just kept getting worse. When the day came that I tried to get out of bed to go to the outhouse and I fell down instead, my parents knew something had to be done. If they needed anymore convincing, my already 103 degree temp did it.

So after being told by the D.O. I had polio and that my folks better get me to a hospital soon, my parents embarked on an attempt to find a hospital. Unfortunately, no hospitals would take me because they had already closed their 'polio wards'. Ultimately the Univ. of Kansas Medical Center took me. By the time my parents got me there, one lung had collapsed, I was unconscious and my temp was 105. I was immediately put in an iron lung and packed in ice in an attempt to bring my temp down. It eventually rose to 108. My parents were told to prepare for my death.

Obviously I survived and almost a year later I was able to go home. It was a battle the entire hospitalization. But all of my life I had this gnawing feeling inside of me. It was a very strong sense that something had happened to me while I was in the coma. This sensation got so bad that I began to consider going to a hypnotist for regression hypnosis. Then a couple of years ago, my good friend Loretta aka Golden Bear was at my house. I had just undergone a particularly devastating event in my life and I was an emotional wreck. This event in fact was so painful for me that, for the first time in my life, I actually considered taking my own life. She and I were talking about this event. I again lost control. All of a sudden, she began having one of her visions and began to talk.

She explained to me that Grandmother was there in my kitchen with us. Grandmother was explaining to us what happened all those years ago as I laid in the iron lung. Grandmother first told us that I was one of hers. She then went on to explain that she, Grandfather and Mother Mary were all there with me while I was in the iron lung. She and Grandfather guard the doors to the other side. And the three of them were working with me to keep me from going through them. I wasn't supposed to go through them then because I had other work to do. Grandfather, Grandmother and Mother Mary kept me from going through with their love and protection.

After Grandmother finished telling us all of this, she herself made me a Grandmother. She did not give me a name at that time. However, several months later she gave me the name Walks with Light. This all happened long before the gathering in New Mexico. Long before I became Grandmother Golden Whale, which I wear proudly and with honor and respect. This was even before you started calling me Grandma Rosie.

That is my story that I believe I have been told to share with you. I believe Grandfather, Grandmother, Mother Mary and the Star Ambassador have all asked me to tell you. I do not know why. I am not Native. OK. I may have a little Choctaw down the family tree. I feel I have some Cherokee. But I have no big remarkable gifts. I don't see things. I have knowings. But so do many. I am just me and I just try to bring love, light, peace and hope to those I meet. But isn't that what we're all supposed to do?

So, I hope that helps you to understand my guidance and my knowings. I probably first became really aware of both of them when I was quite young. I remember once when I was maybe 6 or 7, a tornado was headed for our farm. I was absolutely terrified of tornadoes. We only had an old root cellar at that time. Of course it was the middle of the night and my folks had to wake us. Since I already had my braces and my back brace off, my dad was just going to carry me. I was terrified beyond my max. I had a statue of St. Teresa next to my bed. Someone had given it to me when I had polio and was in the hospital. Somehow either my dad gave it to me to shut me up or I grabbed it on my own. Somehow I ended as in the cellar with this statue so tight in my hand they had to pry my fingers loose from it. Now this would not be such a Skippy story except that the statue was in my left hand. My left hand was one of the first area of my body that the polio hit. I had and still have no use of my left hand. The only thing that moves on it is my pinky and that is A very Small amount. Fear? Sure. Adrenalin? Obviously. However, one has to remember I was carrying the statue in a completely paralyzed hand while my dad had me over his shoulder running to the cellar. We were being pelted by rain and hail. The wind was so strong it blew the blanket he had over me away leaving me to look up just when a huge crack of lightening hit. The sky was so bright I saw the funnel. No it did not hit us. It did very little damage to our farm and did not touch our house. And yes, I still have that statue. It sits on my altar.

ok So that is pretty much it for today. I am going to attach my write up of my latest dream (Dream: New Living Quarters... Former Home with Amazing New Layout, Furnishings, Neighborhood, People...) that I woke exhausted from. Until next time, Rosie

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Rosie Umstattd, September 11, 2011; Reference: Dream: New Living Quarters... Former Home with Amazing New Layout, Furnishings, Neighborhood, People... and Way to Heaven: "I've told my life story So many times I could scream!"

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William Bishop 28 September 2011:

Rosie, In "Way to Heaven" you talk about your trip to Chaco Canyon and your experiences there [My trip to Chaco Canyon was just last July 2010. - Rosie 29 Sept 2011]... you also state something about your feelings as to how life was lived there and you feel certain that you too lived there in a past life long ago... I think that your connection and relationship to Chaco Canyon (reference "The Anasazi - Chaco Canyon" video) and your suspected past life there come across very well in the details of your "Dream"... you also talk about the shape of the neighborhood in the backyard of the houses that are all connected together via the "wagon wheel" layout which has a commons area for all the community to enjoy including a huge swimming pool... I'm sure you are very aware of the importance of the hoop or wheel to the American Indian culture (reference "Medicine Wheel Teachings" video) and this shows up in your dream (Part 1 and Part 2) very strongly as well...

The Anasazi - Chaco Canyon

Medicine Wheel Teachings

In Part 3 of your dream you meet the very powerful Native American man who is apparently tribal or shaman leader named Rae Rie for this "Tribe of the Sun" [Anasazi/Chaco Canyon desert sun] group... he as well as others communicate with you telepathically... indicating that now you can now come to know the truth about what is happening to you and it is no longer a secret being withheld from you... which brings much serenity and feelings of peace to you as well as others... there is also a hospital/healing feeling associated with this new living quarters... and in that hospital/healing setting I suspect those individuals that need support and care get all the support and care they need to repair and correct the issues they have no matter how traumatic these have been... this hospital setting upset you and left you confused and uncertain what to do... as well it should given your history with polio and hospitalizations over the years especially in your youth...

William Bishop 02 October 2011: "...she [my mother] was living in a living quarters with a number of other people much like in a communal family..."

Rosie, this morning I want to share with you some information that correlates with what you have had to share (reference your 27 September 2011 excerpt below)... then share a dream with you that I had this morning (02 October 2011)... Bill

27 August 2011 Dream: New Living Quarters... Former Home with Amazing New Layout, Furnishings, Neighborhood, People... [Part 2]

Rosie Umstattd 27 September 2011:

"... My own interpretation of the dream is more on the ascension lines. I first felt the house and the attached community was more like a space ship. But then I began to remember last summer. July 2010 my girlfriend and I went to the 4 corners to a Star Knowledge gathering. We were actually in Farmington, New Mexico. The day before the conference began, a bunch of us went to Chaco Canyon. I of course got out and buzzed all over in my chair. I don't know how much you know about Chaco. However, it is where the Native Americans believe (know) the ships landed when they brought our star ancestors to Earth. There are ruins that were unearthed by National Geographic. Not all of the canyon ruins are accessible but I went to all I could get to. I was especially drawn to one of the ruins. It was a big round structure (well it was when it was whole). You could tell it had high walls. Many floors and many rooms as well as an open central area that was encircled by the structure. I went to this place like I was going to a fire. I knew that place. I felt it. I had lived there. When my-star ancestors came, I lived there with my husband and child. I knew it and my knowing was Seen and signed off on by a couple of the people who were there. ..."

In the extract from the following 01 July 2010 write-up, I describe a dream I had a couple years earlier... the reference to The Nibiruan Council is one to Jelaila Starr... in "Observation J" I am recalling a dream I had wherein I met and talked to my mother who had been dead for a number of years by then... in the dream setting where I talk and interact with my mother, it appears that my mother is living (post-death) in a communal type environment situation... the actual dream details and vividness was very intense and not at all conveyed over into the write-up that I did... one of the feelings that I had strongly in the dream was that could this be the actual living arrangement that my mother eventually found herself in at some point after her death when she had settled into her "new" living situation... in the write-up I also speculate that mom's new living situation might be on a ship perhaps since Jelaila Starr talks about that in her book... this correlates well with your comment above when you state "I first felt the house and the attached community was more like a space ship."...

Extract from 2010/07/01 Dream: Most Amazing Dream (sea voyage, Myst physicians)
"... Observation J: in your 'Mission Remembered" page 79, "Mission Assignment: A Walk-in Reminder' its stated:

"The Nibiruan Council, being the ones, I am told, who had trained them prior to deployment, wanted them back on track with their missions. Then, to help validate this Nibiruan connection, Devin channeled images the building and structures, on Nibiru where the walk-ins were housed and trained. As I described them, many in the audience began to cry. By the time I was done, there was hardly a person in the room with dry eyes."

when i read this section especially about "on Nibiru where the walk-ins were housed and trained", i immediately remembered a dream i had a couple of years ago... in which i visited my mother who died in January 1994... in the dream she was living in a living quarters with a number of other people much like in a communal family... it was a very vivid dream in which i talked to her, watched the various people living in the quarters from little children to older adults, wondered why she was living in this kind of situation... she seemed to be a bit nervous around me... at one point she had to get up to leave because somehow i knew she had to soon meet a couple of newly arrived "people" and it was her responsibility to guide them back to there... after i awoke i was a little concerned as to who those two "people" might be... i.e. was this a premonition that there would be death or two in our family in the near future... however that did not come to pass and i grew to have a better understanding of this dream experience... i felt right away that this was a "real" experience and that i had met my mother and indeed she was living in this communal family quarters... but i have always been rather puzzled as to where such a communal family quarters might be located... the book quote suggests that such a place might indeed exist and perhaps there is a connection to Nibiru or a ship as where the living quarters for her is located... btw i have had other dream visits to living quarters where i felt they were real but still was puzzled as to where they were located... i don't recall any details of those dreams now... ..."

Keter Magick [also has a Nibiruan connection] stated the following to me in response to a question I was asking her about her interaction with what she had sometimes referred to as "the god" that was communicating with her in curious odd ways...

06 September 2011 Keter Magick
How my mind dealt with it? Well, he handled me very carefully to be sure I put all of the pieces together myself and I could have backed out at any time. And understand that "god" was my term and he refuted it. That is very definitely NOT the experience most people have when they think they have this sort of contact. And it got weirder, in that all of the early work was apparently done by him while he was asleep/in suspended animation/dreaming....and we both only realized this when he woke up and said "Oh! You're real!" Like any relationship, this one continues to evolve.

There is another (to me) Keter Magick correlation to your dream (26 November 2011 Dream: New Living Quarters... Former Home with Amazing New Layout, Furnishings, Neighborhood, People... [Part 1]) which I want to bring to your attention at this time... and this has to do with the name of your Native American "Tribe of the Sun" leader or shaman which is Rae Rie...

"... I finally got up the nerve to ask non-verbally about his tribe. This I heard loud and clear when he said "I am of the Tribe of the Sun". Oh yes! This I heard! I still did not quite know what it all meant. Nor did I have much more of an understanding of exactly who he was. However, somehow it no longer mattered. Even his braves, warriors , women who were with him took on a different aire. If was as though the cat had been let out of the bag and we could now all get down to business. Everyone, including me, was more comfortable. The townspeople who had been milling about were filled with a joy that they had not shown earlier. It was as though everyone had been part of this secret and now that it was no longer secret, everyone was incredibly happy. They were serene. Content. Like everything was going to be alright now.

Even his braves, warriors , women who were with him took on a different aire. If was as though the cat had been let out of the bag and we could now all get down to business. Everyone, including me, was more comfortable. The townspeople who had been milling about were filled with a joy that they had not shown earlier. It was as though everyone had been part of this secret and now that it was no longer secret, everyone was incredibly happy. They were serene. Content. Like everything was going to be alright now.

In fact some of his people now began to use his name. I heard it and it resonated in me like a clap of thunder that seems to roll forever. I heard the name Rae. It was pronounced like Ray. I also heard a second name. This one was Rie. It was pronounced like Ree. Everything had changed. He and his people were moving through the groups of people in and around the house. They were handing out literature and talking to folks. So was I. It just seemed like he and I were now united in some strange, mythical way. We smiled to one another. We conversed telepathically. I then said to him, "My husband... “ and before I even finished my thought I heard many voices telling me, not to worry-for he will be well taken care of. With that the dream sort of faded and I woke. ..."

In Part 1a - Roots of the ET Mess Keter states that the name of her "the god" with which she has been in contact has a two syllable name En-ri... I find it curiously odd that this name is very much like your contact Rae-Rie... I would go so far as to state that this is not just a coincidence...

"... The second reason I was using the "god-friend" terminology was something of an inside joke between he and I - I had initially mistaken him for a God, and he immediately and gently denied this. This is where my assertion "if it tells you it isn't a god - believe it" came from. That mess is wholly my own, and I'm cleaning it up right now.

Which leaves me to make an introduction, using his current title, which in the tradition of his people is both a rank and a mission descriptor.

World, meet Enri.
En = commander
ri = companion/leader/planner (who) changes by (likeness to wind and tide, natural and inexorable) process

That's a darn good description of his mission, intention, and approach. Also his character is revealed in the "companion" part. Yes, he will plan and lead, but he'll walk with us the whole way as this is his journey, too. He's not a god, but he possesses the gift of God-consciousness, just as we do. ..."

02 October 2011 Dream:

I don't recall much of the dream now... and certainly not the early part of it... but I find myself in the home of a woman that I seem to have once known... I think this must have been a long time ago... I know her but I don't know her... she seems like a stranger to me in that I don't know her name... nor do I remember any particular details about her that I should know if we were acquaintances within the memory of this lifetime of mine... yet the setting and the woman makes me think of and reminds me of my uncle Bill's life and his farm which I use to visit with mom and dad and my two brothers when I was a little boy in the 1950s... "uncle Bill" was actually my dad's great aunt's husband... uncle Bill and aunt Nettie lived on a farm near Laddonia, Audrain county, Missouri... when dad got out of the army in 1945 after World War II and came back to Mexico, Missouri, and started farming with him sharing uncle Bill's farming equipment... I've dreamt of uncle Bill's farm setting before although not too often... in this dream the home of the woman made me think of uncle Bill's farm and their home... not that the home and furnishings were like what uncle Bill and aunt Nettie's actual home furnishings were like... no nothing like them... but the feel of it made me think of her home and home furnishings... the woman was very small, petite actually... she came up to about my chest... it seemed as it she was alone now... that her family was gone and she was left with all these home furnishings which were extensive... I could see them as I moved around in the room with her... I went over to her and gave her a big hug holding her close to me... as I said she only came up to my chest so she was very small... I seemed to know that one of us was way older than the other but I was confused as to which one of us was the older... at first I thought it was me that was way older... then I thought it was her that was way older... I was thinking that she had lost her husband of many, many years and so must have been way older than me... but she didn't look way older than me as she looked young like my age being young... when we hugged I remember thinking that I wanted to be with her... and wondered what she would think about that... when I say I wanted to be with her I'm saying that my feeling was that I wanted to be with her physically... and also what would it be like to live with her again now that she was alone... perhaps we could be together as a couple although I thought this somewhat odd as I don't remember being with her as a couple before though perhaps I was her mate or husband at one time a very long time ago... the feeling of all the home furnishings she was surrounded with now they being hers and she was alone now was strong... and the feeling of being with her and living with her and being physical with her was introduced to my awareness and mind... and then it all faded away and I awoke wondering what that was all about...

at this point I want to introduce a conceptual idea to you for consideration that I haven't mentioned to you before... and that is that our guidance has a curious interesting way to introduce and bring new knowledge/ information into our own inner personal awareness... and that way is to gently bring it to our attention (via dreams, visions, coincidences, knowings, signs, etc.)... in bits and pieces... softly and gently and often obliquely... and repeats this gentle insertion several times over time... until finally we "get it"... its all very curious and odd as I have found... as this is the technique that is used to get us to come to know and understand information which we are ready for and need to know... this is especially true if the knowledge we need to understand seems so fantastic as to be unbelievable... for example the knowledge that you are going through or may have already achieved your own "personal ascension experience"... and thus you get notification of what has happened to you... which of course you find pretty astonishing...

regarding my above 02 October 2011 dream I want to associate/ connect this to another dream (1993) that I had which involves a very small woman as I suspect the two dreams and thus the hidden consciousness information is likely related... either the two are connected or I have a fetish for small women which I am not aware of consciously... ... I suspect that my above dream is reminding me that it is getting closer and closer to going home and that "we (Katherine and I - ???)" are going to be together again soon...

1993 Spring Dream: catherine is a "honey" too
Listen & Follow Along

"I dropped off asleep again. Then I had a dream: the scene was set around some narrow streets with buildings made of brick or stones. I was with some men-friends or brothers maybe. I was wanting to speak to the girl. We were by her house outside the street. I spoke to her up to her house to maybe someone in the family. I heard her say to them that she wanted to go to 'somewhere' it being obvious she did not want or expect to see me here. I called out that I did not want to talk to her and walked dejectedly away around the back of a building on the street feeling very sorry. In a moment or so a friend called me to the building edge as there was someone to see me. And there she was. I urged her to come around back of the building which she did. And I said to her why are you here? I looked into her face. I noticed how small she was, barely up to my mid-chest. She looked as if she was in her teens, or twenties. She didn't answer but gave me a look which said "are you alright, how do you feel, I don't want to talk to you!" She then turned around and stalked her tiny self off. As she moved away she muttered "It's over for you, Catherine!" I was dejected! The wind picked up and I saw the dry, broken leaves whirl and blow against the stone wall nearby.
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...AS I DID THAT, I noticed that someone was sitting in the chair. I leaned back to sit down in my chair which was facing to the left of the other chair. The fronts of the two chairs were just a little forward but side by side whereby our knees were close enough together that I could reach out and touch the other person's knee. As I sat down I reached out and placed my hand on the knee of the other person. As I was settling into my chair I said "Let me sit down here in this chair, honey!" I was startled and looked up when I saw a woman sitting in the chair. She said to me "I like honeys. I use to know a honey a long time ago." The woman was looking directly at me. Her eyes were soft and knowing. She was in her 60s or 70s with grayish hair placed up upon her head (not hanging down about her neck). She seemed to have dark eyebrows. She was slender wearing a long dress that filled the chair in which she was sitting. As I had sit down I was feeling the kind of feeling when one stops to rest and justs lets being in the same room with another loved one relax you. As I looked up at her I really didn't know her but she wasn't a stranger either. In a way my feeling was kind of blank and I was puzzled. When she said she use to know a honey a long time ago I was thinking this must mean me-us when we were younger as she seemed quite old now. After a few seconds of gazing at the woman sitting in the chair the scene ended and I immediately awoke.

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10/05/11 11:50:59

Rosie Umstattd, September 11, 2011; Reference: Dream: New Living Quarters... Former Home with Amazing New Layout, Furnishings, Neighborhood, People... and Way to Heaven: "I've told my life story So many times I could scream!"

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Rosie Umstattd 29 September 2011:

Bill, My trip to Chaco Canyon was just last July 2010. I agree with You that this dream was an ascension one. I've had a couple of other ascension dreams, however, none as detailed as this one. I would like to share one I had only a couple of months ago.

I worked nearly 20 years at University Hospital and so a healthcare setting to my dreams is not unusual to me. In this dream, I started out in the School of Nursing cafeteria. There were people going to and fro. Students. Teachers. Workers. It seemed it was mealtime and we were all trying to get ourselves fed. I was a student and we students were frantically studying for a test.

In the process of eating and studying I remember I saw him. Him was a man with whom I had a very special relationship but I do not recall using his name in the dream. In real Life, I did know this man and we did indeed have a very special relationship. He was my twin flame. We burned brightly together for about 7 months or so. Then he died.

Back to the dream. He and I had apparently made some sort of plan to get together. He was to help me study. In a blink, we were no longer in the cafeteria. We were outside in a commons sort of area. We were in the middle of a concrete/ brick floor with tall buildings surrounding it. (In real life there are a couple of such places in the hospital complex.)

I was out of my wheelchair laying on my back on this concrete/ brick. (Totally had to be a dream! No way would I do this in real life!) He was next to me on his knees coaching one.

"OK. Remember take a deep breath."

"I'm a little afraid. What if I can't do it?"

"Honey you can! Just remember..."

"OK"

I lay there for a bit collecting myself. Then I took a deep breath. When I did so, something within me seemed to 'take over'. Suddenly, it was rather like a silent scream or a huge cascading of muscles contracting. Either way, I began to arch in the lower-middle part of my back. My eyes were wide open. Then I stopped.

"Oh my God! What happened?"

He held my face in his hands, kissed me and said, "You did it! But this time you need to let it go. Don't stop it just go with it."

"OK"

So, I assumed the position again. Took the deep breath. Felt the contractions, almost orgasmic. Back began to arch and I began to rise. I began floating up. Weightless. So light. So beautiful. He was with me. Happiness.

It seemed I woke in the process of all this. While I would love to tell you I was floating above the bed, I was not. However, my back was arched as in the dream. This was a bit scarey since I have rods in my back. I can also tell you that upon waking, I absolutely knew this was an ascension dream.

William Bishop 02 October 2011:

William Bishop, Dream: New Living Quarters... Former Home with Amazing New Layout, Furnishings, Neighborhood, People... [Part 3] Added: William Bishop 02 October 2011: "...she [my mother] was living in a living quarters with a number of other people much like in a communal family..."

Diana McClintic, I dreamed of new living quarters last night. What does that mean? I think I will listen to what yours is about. Mine was all furnished. And it was supposed to be that I had lived there before. I had also dreamed of this place before. It was in color. greens blues and violets in the rooms and furniture.

I dreamed last night of my house. Big and decorated. Its a little spooky to me though. I dream often of this same house. And in other dreams upstairs had so many antiques and stuff but the floor falls through. In other dreams I had seen a grandma on the other side I believe. Not this time. That did not happen this time as the upstairs was walled off. There was no upstairs. And the house was bigger. The colors were green, violet mostly, and some blue in one room. Outside the door was some type of saloon or clinic and I immediately picked up on how it needed to be cleaned so I told everyone they did not have to stay as I would clean up so after the last clients left. So I started working with them and cleaning up their messes. And then I realized I hadn't even taken any time in my new house yet for all the time was in cleaning up this clinic. And I got a glimpse of how nice the rooms looked the walls of each room was same color as furniture and I thought that would take some getting used to having the room just all blend in a color. Nice colors though. I woke up before doing anything in the house or even looking at the kitchen.

William Bishop, Diana, your house you dreamed of last night was big and "decorated"... implies it being readied for you to move into... you dream often of this same house... because its your spiritual home that you are dreaming about... "often" because you are getting closer to moving into it... seeing a "grandma on the other side" implies the spiritual aspect and connection to this place where you will live... the upstairs has been either repaired or corrected in some way... the house was bigger implying there is more to your spiritual home now than ever before... the colors were green (healing), violet mostly (very spiritual) and some blue in one room... the saloon or clinic outside the door needs cleaning which you do a lot of implies you are getting ready to do healing work with people that are going to need it... in fact you neglect cleaning up your own dream home because you are so involved in getting reading for the healing work that you are going to be doing helping others get ready and move into their own new home as well... you start to admire your new rooms but woke up before you even have a chance to admire the rest of your new house in particular the kitchen... implying you are going to be doing more work yet with your rooms and the kitchen in your new home... so look forward to doing some more dreaming about your new home... note then any details about the "clinic" you have been cleaning and readying...

Keter Magick, Lately, I've been dreaming of having to leave the house I'm living in currently due to the upheavals - in one case, I had to sell because I ran out of money (not likely; my expenses are low), in another I was running from the government (likely), and in a third, I was running from nuclear fallout (possible). This house is the one I intend to remain in unless I'm asked to migrate to a new world, and shortly after I bought it, I saw it from a future perspective, and it was still standing and still strongly associated with me, but the lake looked different - like it does now with the terrible drought.

When someone asks me about home, though, I see two scenes which are similar but one is in the past and one in the future: I am lying on a slight slope beneath some towering conifers, and the valley below me is full of ripe grain ready for harvest. A small stream runs down the middle of the valley. In the past version, it is simply a vacation-place, entirely terrestrial and bucolic, and I feel alienated from my fellow vacationers. In the future version, the planet is different, and on the other side of the stream is a small mud-brick city of a few thousand that relies on green technology, and I have removed myself from it, along with my companion...we watch with pride from this distance, as they make the right moves to build a strong and peaceful society. This has the feeling of being in a different dimension.

William Bishop, Keter, your "the valley below me is full of ripe grain ready for harvest" immediately brings an image to my mind of the ending scene of the movie "Knowing"... in which the young girl and boy having been earlier taken via the light beings in the ships and deposited on the new planet... put down their "Easter bunnies" and race across the blowing amber wheat toward the "tree of life' as the ships ascend into the sky... there is a contradiction of sorts here... the bunnies implying the physical ascensions via ships occurs during the April Easter time frame... and the amber waves of waving wheat implying harvest time on the new world... but not who prepared, planted and took care of the grain... the "harvest" of course implies the harvesting of the humans who have been been gotten ready for such on the old earth...

it's getting more and more difficult to not suspect that there is a literal aspect to "moving into the new living quarters" we each are dreaming about... and the Nibiru ship implication does not escape me... Rosie's dream about her "new living quarters" certainly is detailed... and the implication of her "personal ascension experience" comes across very clearly and strongly...

I can't escape the feeling that those of us who are moving into new living quarters by dreaming about this... are perhaps going to be leaving this physical world and literally going to be moving into new living quarters... but I suspect we are going to be still "connected" to the old living quarters in some way... and will be helping those in the old living quarters from the vantage point of the new living quarters... via I suspect newly awakened abilities that have been or will be further activated within ourselves... but this transition will be done in a very natural feeling way for which we each are being shown the way and prepared for the doing of this work...

William Bishop 05 October 2011:

William Bishop, 05 October 2011 Dream: Living Quarters and Task Description: Play/Visual Room... Teaching New Startup Class...

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