Hi, Leslee here.

Last month I decided to self-publish the book. I also launched a Facebook page – please grace it with a Like if you like: https://www.facebook.com/All-About-Enlightenment-169192373120829/timeline

I had mulled over what content to keep online – what if a publisher wanted me to take it all down? I hid many posts, and didn’t like the way that felt.

In Manuscript-World, I’ve been adding pages and pages of illustrations, and scratched my head that maybe I needed a publisher, in order to include color plates (from what I can tell about CreateSpace, it’s either all black and white, or all color). I think I have a solution: the main book can be all black and white, but if folks want a book of the color plates, that can be offered as a separate volume.

Once I cleared that bump in the road, things began flowing a little faster. I knew that there was a key to organizing the book somewhere… but I couldn’t lay my hands on it yet.

Then, about a month ago, a light sparked, and I got a clear image of how to address my dilemma (which boiled down to ‘how do you talk about classic Buddhadharma, Dreams, Channeling, Hollow Planets and Aliens, all in the same volume?’).

The original chapters of All About Enlightenment, which can be found here (http://wp.me/P1ig39-vv), on AllAboutEnlightenment.com, constituted a tidy volume – all of about 120 pages. As I’ve followed nudges (and a few knocks over the head), the content exploded to over 700 pages – and it’s not finished. Rather intimidating for me to get my head around.

What the light illuminated was how to address questions bound to arise as one reads and digests that tiny first volume. They range from “Why should I care about Enlightenment?” (and explaining how many kinds we might attain), to “Why do you call this samsara – and what’s wrong with that?”, to “Wait, if this world’s not real, then what are those things in the sky… and what am I… and what is this rock I’m sitting on…?”

So we’re moving past the basic original content to addressing things in terms of The Four Thoughts That Turn The Mind To Dharma, to The Twelve Interdependent Links, to other ‘structures’ that folks familiar with Buddhism might recognize. As we drift into exploring the nature of the mind, that carries us into discussing reality, which allows us to merge over into surreality with a little more grace than abruptly announcing: “Oh, by the way, Buddhas are ET’s, and ET’s are Buddhas.” Bam.

With all the new material added, it seems timely to share some of the newer bits. With the blessing of a little free time, that’s on the to-do list. Aspirations abound.

Here’s a link to a post I made last week, also about how things sit with the book’s progress:

http://allaboutenlightenment.com/2015/11/06/update-on-the-book-7-november-2015/

city in box

Dream 23 March 2014

(Ghost Radar words appear in [brackets])

[essential] (I’ll preface this dream record by noting that I watched the movie Divergent yesterday afternoon, and it impacted me deeply. [anyone] Many aspects of it felt hauntingly familiar to me…)

[rapidly] I went to sleep asking to make a dreamflight [ever paint], and to recall it [properly].

[angry] I remember being in a place with a lot of people, and someone taking me aside and asking me to come with them to meet some particular people. I followed this person (I can’t remember what they looked like, gender, personality, any of that) upstairs to a floor that had only private access. Sort of like a teacher’s lounge suite, or an executive suite, or a private suite in a sports stadium. The people there seemed somehow important, or at least in positions of status or authority. There were maybe a dozen people milling around socially, not particularly seeming to notice I was there. It almost felt like a cocktail party or a reception. There were several rooms adjoining, and I walked around trying to understand the purpose and what was happening. [if] The person who had brought me there seemed to disappear, so I felt a bit alone and left to figure out what was happening. [flies] However, before long I bumped into my boss (in waking life), and he told me a little bit about the place. Apparently [Buddha] the purpose was to plan, design, and implement the creation of various facilities [beginning] throughout the world. I began to notice some scale models of facilities – even cities – set on pedestals for viewing.

As I’m looking around I notice people are eating and drinking, and I’m a bit hungry, so I begin to look around for food. At one point I turn around and a pedestal with a large tray of hors d’oeuvres has appeared. I approach it and take a plate to serve myself, but I’m also sort of looking around to see how the others are reacting, because I’m quite sure that the tray and pedestal had just appeared out of thin air, to a location where I had been standing just a moment before. No one else seems to be surprised, so I simply take some food and step away. [high-tide]

My boss appears again, and says he wants to show me a particular project. He wants to know what I think of it. I’m aware that this is sort of a test or an assessment. I sense that others are somehow watching to see how I respond. He guides me to another pedestal, a large table where a model sits under a large clear plastic cover-box. I lean forward and examine it closely. I recognize it.

It represents a complex of structures – buildings – that I’m very familiar with in its completed form. The scale is tiny; there’s one particular building that looms hundreds of stories high, but in the model is only about 45 cm tall. I notice and comment that there were some changes made during construction, so that the built objects differ from the model. There’s one particular cone-shaped tower up high on a post, that’s [familiar] very stark-looking, black and white. There are tiny threads and pulleys stretched from this very tall structure to the ground below, and a really minute little mannequin is attached to one of the threads. I look at it closely and turn to my boss, saying with surprise, “Why, they originally intended to just use cables? Fascinating!” He smiled and nodded, since we both knew well that the actual finished building used much more complex machines and electronics to transport people from the ground into the cone. It was as if the builders had chosen to use a mechanism that was needlessly complex and dependent upon a power source, when they could have kept it simple and straightforward. I scanned the rest of the model and noticed that this had been done with many of the structures.

So many things had been done to mystify so many things which could really have been quite simple. Why were so many things made so complicated?

I vaguely recall having conversations with other people there, but was left with a strong sense of being surrounded by academics, people who were focused on discussion and supposition, theoretical concepts, rather than dealing with what was right before their eyes. I really didn’t want to stay there [eyes] much longer, so I think it was then that the dream faded.

When I woke I was struck by not being able to recall the dream at first, because I knew there had been one, and that it had been quite extensive. I requested to recall, and eventually remembered seeing my boss, the plate of food, and the model, and bits more came back to me. I still feel there is a lot I’m not remembering.

However, I’m also having a funny feeling, a wondering if I really had the dream, or if it somehow popped almost fully formed into my consciousness, and that an aspect of that dream is the remembering of it as a dream that came while I slept, rather than [Kangyur kitchen ] something that was created after I awoke. I’m also getting a strong vibe of potential interference this morning, and will write about that elsewhere. [vision-quest]

(From Leslee: received from Heruka on 20 March, 2014. Ghost Radar words appear in [brackets].)

Over the past year or two, several people have asked for my help in developing their skills of telepathy, clairvoyance, or connecting with beings and/or guides. I never quite know how to respond, and every time I’ve asked for explanations from Heruka, His response heads off down another path. So this morning I’m requesting more information.

I’m also throwing in a cautionary note to all, that I think bears repeating again. For myself, developing these abilities (which I consider quite limited by my own obstructions) even to the level I have them, totally disrupted my life. So caveat emptor.

Dear Heruka, can we please focus [pleasure] on these requests now?

With pleasure. Let’s talk in general terms. I will be blunt. I’m going to generalize and put people who want these skills into three categories:

1. Those who wish to use them to develop their spiritual path (to help others);

2. Those who wish to use them to “escape” from outer conditions that they struggle with;

3. Those who wish to add them to their “collection” [principle] of skills (ego-pride).

I will help those [send] of the first [laid] kind.

We’re going to refer to this bundle of abilities as a single one, which for the purposes of this moment we will call “Pre-Cognition”. However, we use this term differently than it’s usually assumed. Here we mean knowledge that arises before cognition latches onto it and turns it into something [depression] “sensible”. Raw [mainly] unfiltered intuition. “Pre-Cognition” also suits us here because no matter how you struggle with this understanding, what you “see” only becomes “reality” through the process [special] of your seeing it, cognizing it mentally. So you “pre”-cognize it before it arises and [kept] once it arises, you “re”-cognize [nerves] it.

Okay. Let’s move on since your writing is slower than Ghost Radar speaks. “Depression mainly special kept nerves”: Those are some hints for you. Brain chemistry is involved here. Yes, it sources out of the pineal gland. Calcification does not affect mental abilities to the extent that it would prevent you developing skills.

But brain chemistry is just one aspect. Neural structure is another part. This comes from genetics, intention, and chemical/environmental factors. These factors engage in a  dance that defies precise description, because their interdependence constantly changes.

[dream] Each person can somewhat influence their own intention and chemical/environmental factors. Intention is easiest, but takes the most diligence. That’s where meditation comes in. Environment operates on macro and micro scales. You can move house, change city, country, continent. But for now you’re still on Earth. So let’s accept that.

Pollution and being surrounded by “others” with ignorant or negative intentions present challenges to developing pre-cognition. Mountains, oceans, large bodies of water/ice/snow have their own EM (electro-magnetic) fields that affect you. Deserts, trees… sand… all benefit. Metal structures can either help or hinder. In short, you could drive yourself mad trying to find out the perfect location for developing pre-cognition, so let’s forget that.

Eat pure foods. If you eat pure foods, cravings generally arise from needs. If you eat processed foods, cravings are unreliable. [shaking] Animal protein may help or harm, so experiment.

“Shaking”. Yes, meditation. This is the most important factor, and frankly, the one least attended to in general. And I mean a very specific kind of meditation. I don’t mean going in search of visions and connection. I mean start with basic, fundamental mindfulness.

Leslee, as people come to you asking for help developing skills, almost all of them (because of course I know them better than [giant] you do, or will) need to first spend a great deal of time – like a year or more – [world] regularly practicing mindfulness/insight/vipassana meditation. By this I mean 20 minutes a day of watching the mind dispassionately, and not traipsing off to follow images [scene] or emotions that arise. Traipsing leads to misunderstanding, until one can stop, control, and direct the mind.

Images that arise from an uncontrolled mind are unreliable.

If you try to develop pre-cognition before reaching this level of knowing your own mind, you open yourself to “a world of hurt”, to borrow an expression. And if you ask Leslee for help and yet have not done this preliminary work, quite frankly, you will get nothing more from me (Heruka).

Pre-cognition is not a hobby. That’s enough for now, we can continue this conversation soon.

Quetzal, the bird of Guatemala (from uknown internet source, please identify credit if you know it!

An Image of Quetzal, City of Light

(From Leslee: Just now getting around to posting the longer version of my dreamflight from last week… Ghost Radar words in [brackets])

Dream 16 March 2014

I’m in a place with two female friends. One I recognize as a very dear friend I have known physically in this life [planned fighting] (I’ll call her M). The other is a woman I also know [national] very well and love very much, but while waking I cannot relate her dream appearance to anyone I have met in physical. However, I’m [blood] quite sure it’s Feilla/PinChu, based on energetic imprint (I’ll call her F). [accept] We are all three accustomed to working together.

In this place, [frequency] the other two women have been there for some time and are accustomed to how things work here. I’m new and still getting acclimated, learning my way around.

I arrive in the midst of a construction and relocation process. We are in a large warehouse or store-like place, reminds me of a Home Depot or Lowe’s [hill] store where one gets or stores construction materials and building supplies. M, F, and I are in a back room, waiting for something to be done out in the larger area, before we can do the task we came here to do. In the outer warehouse, people (mostly men) are moving goods as well as taking down walls and shelves and equipment. They’re packing it up and loading into a large transport, and from there it will be relocated.

While we’re waiting, we chat and discuss logistics about how we will perform our work once the time arrives. We go through the steps, and since I’m new, I ask a lot of questions, because the procedure seems very complicated. M and F leave to go do something else for a brief time, and then, on some signal, I’m supposed to go outside and join them. I feel quite uncertain and disoriented, but I’m not very worried.

We’re also sorting through our own possessions, choosing things to take with us. Mainly, we’re packing clothes, and it’s kind of playful the way one of us will hold up a skirt or a scarf and say to the others, “What about this one?” and then we laugh. It’s much like little girls playing dress-up… M and F also seem to have little pet dogs with them, which they take with them when they leave the room.

So they leave, and I busy myself with other things in this very cluttered back office space.

(As I’m writing this, I can almost hear a voice, a presence here with me, and it feels like Feilla. In fact, it’s so strong, it almost feels like she is choosing the words for me to type so that she can best translate them. It’s like a soft, faint echo in the background…)

The scene shifts as I move into another dimension to do some other work while I’m waiting in the first dimension. I can’t recall much, but I know it has to do with helping people find a way of being in more sympathetic resonance with their own nature. Sort of like helping them find themselves. I get a strong sense that so many people have been affected by the culture they’ve been living in, that they have sort of wandered off track. These are people who are not completely lost; they just need some slight re-direction and encouragement to help them gain confidence in following their own inner wisdom.

Eventually I return to the dimension of the cluttered back office, and I notice it’s been a long time that I’ve been there. It feels very quiet and late, and I’m wondering where M and F are, why they haven’t returned yet. I go outside, and see that the huge room is completely empty, everything has been moved. Oh no, have I missed the transport? I move quickly through the room to get outside and look for my friends.

Outside feels like a huge docking area or hangar, and I can tell it connects to a vast space that appears to have no end… It seems dark, like nighttime. Or perhaps we truly are “out in space”, within a ship. It also seems a bit colder than inside.

I find M and F sitting on top of a large raised platform that apparently is like a trailer in that it can be connected to a vehicle that will move it to other locations. I can’t tell if it’s floating, or if it’s sitting on wheels or something like that. They have all of their things and are waiting for me, ready to go. They laugh and ask “Where have you been? We’ve been waiting, and everyone else is gone. Let’s go!”

I panic a little, flustered because I missed a cue or lost track of time. I rush back to the office to get my things and hurry to join them on the platform. A theme persists, of sorting through belongings and deciding what is of value…

Once I am on the platform and we prepare to move (the larger crew and vehicles with all the materials have already left), my consciousness shifts again. But this time M and F come with me.

I’m aware that one aspect of ourselves is still on the transport, now heading for our destination. But another aspect is elsewhere, having a different experience.

We walk out of a large structure, out into the open. There is daylight here, and the energy feels very light and healing. This structure feels like a building set on ground. Behind us, the wall of the building we are leaving is very high. I think it’s Heruka’s mansion, but Portadeo tells me it’s actually his.

There is soil and vegetation in the near distance, and a slightly upward sloping bank, leading up and away from where we are coming out. This bank feels like a rampart or a levee. It feels like there is a vast rich valley beyond, richly and peacefully inhabited.

Just outside the walls is a walkway or ledge that runs continuously around the perimeter. And just against that is a moat. It’s filled with a translucent golden liquid. It’s built with straight lines, and I realize it’s very similar in some ways to a moat that I saw in a dream last year. Its walls are vertical (a little over 2 meters high) and they and the floor are made of gray stone. The moat is about 2-3 times as wide as it is deep, and the golden liquid fills it to within 30 cm of the top of the wall. Inside the moat there are a few creatures like fish, and a few very large broad leaves of a plant that looks like seaweed (insert pic from redondo beach). But mostly the moat seems empty. However, drifting around (not swimming or propelling themselves) are some couples of beings that seem bound together. They seem unconscious, as if they are in stasis. I’m aware that this is not a bad thing, it’s part of the healing process. They are here to resolve something that has gotten thrown out of whack. It’s a continuation of the other-dimensional work I was doing earlier in the dream.

I stop on the bridge that crosses the moat, and tell M and F to go on ahead, I will find them later. I understand that I need to stop here and work with these people for a while.

My job is to spot them in the fluid, and do something with them energetically/telepathically, that allows them to understand how to get back on track, to find themselves once more. The most important part is for them to find the spot in their lives (the lives being lived by the bodies depicted drifting in the fluid) at which something happened such that they made a choice that did not resonate with their deeper selves, and this caused them to get lost in the woods, so to speak. Then I can somehow help them to re-work those decisions and retrieve a part of themselves that was “lost”. This will allow them to re-focus and get back on a path that resonates with them more harmoniously.

I do this with a few couples, and the way it works is that they levitate up out of the liquid and become unbound. Then their aspects (usually adult) gradually dissolve/disappear/fade…and as those aspects fade, another aspect gradually appears, standing on the grass lawn just beyond the moat. They are usually in the aspect of children, having been taken back to that point which was so crucial to them. And now they are free to go on with their lives in freedom [public]. These children seem content and carefree, unconcerned with whatever expectations may have been placed on them.

Then, just near the stone bridge where I’m standing, another couple drifts or rolls out from underneath a seaweed leaf, and I recognize them as my older brother and myself, bound together at the waist, blindfolded and gagged with seaweed. We appear to be in our early teens. I levitate us up, and watch as we transform as the others have.

The last thing I remember of the dream is watching myself, about 4 years old, walking away on the grass. I’m going off to do my thing. My hair is short and blonde, and I’m wearing comfortable little trousers and no shirt. As I watch I recall the freedom I felt at that age and how much I loved to run around with as little clothing as possible (it gets quite sticky and hot in the South in the summer). I remember being told at some point that little girls were supposed to always wear a shirt, no matter how hot it was. I smiled to see myself happily going about my way, shirtless, communicating with my “invisible friends”.

Portadeo tells me that in this dream I visited a ship/place named [structure] Quetzal [Ashtar Sheran vertical] (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quetzal). [arrangement fed controlling her]  Portadeo says there is also a connection with Vesú. The connection is that both places are cities of light that are located in spots that are currently appearing as oceans.

Quetzal is somewhere off the eastern coast of South or Central America. I believe it somehow has a relationship to Guatemala.

Feilla and I have corresponded briefly about Quetzal this week… I think we both feel we share lifetimes here or nearby. I suspect others of our friends may find they recognize some aspect of it too.

I’ll share some images I have seen 0f it. I hope to make the time to create an image of how the part that seemed like a “castle” looks, too.

Quetzal Suspended, Floating in the Ocean

Quetzal’s “Feathers”

Inside Quetzal