Dream: Shadows in the Market

I was with a friend in a market where the lighting was kind of dark, it was an area with a canvas roof, and stalls in it… we were talking about people changing names, but it was kind of like when a kid puts their hands over their eyes and says they’re hiding…

We picked up some vegetables at one of the farmer stalls. It was kind of tense because we weren’t sure if there were bad guys around the market.

What are “bad guys” and why do they matter?

Maybe they’re just something I made up as a part of my own introverted anxiety… a Paleolithic fear of being feasted on by Jaguars…

RE: Changes

Hi Ark, I know you well regardless of the name you go by! I wanted to respond to your post but couldn’t think of the words, and time flew by (as it does these days) and the post was then locked down. This timeout was set awhile ago to prevent spam. We can adjust it to allow for new timelines as needed.

What you said is pretty much where I’m at – and maybe we all are. I see what preceded as a fact-finding process, and I am still kind of amazed that all that happened. It was a series of confirmations for me – things I thought I understood, but could easily be led astray from those understandings by one blog post or another. I can say that I have clarity that I didn’t before, and I can certainly see the holes in the world’s religions, and the cons and empty promises of this “dark” world that we chose to briefly inhabit. And will likely inhabit again, at some point.

It’s fine to not be excited or interested about these things, just as appreciating a mountain view might be pretty cool at the time, but after that, it’s a mountain.

The so what / what now factor is there because we peeled away a part of our idea of what the universe was, and got boring old dirt as an answer. This to me is pretty exciting in its own way because that is probably the right answer. The exciting answer can be the one that’s been fabricated to line someone’s pockets with “money”, or some weird darkened path as darkness for the sake of darkness. Or perhaps a distraction from something else going on. The exciting is now boring, and the boring is now exciting… or something like that…

There are some things that are now coming to pass that we were waiting for, for quite some time. Movements of the world’s mafias is not part of that, but I see the US Navy admission as one example – others might disagree. “Soon” has become “now” in many ways, though perhaps not always in the way we might have expected. We are used to the idea of being more than we thought, and okay with the idea that people assume they have more limitations that they really do. It’s the human experience we came for, anyways. As paying customers, we should be able to experience the movie the way we want to experience it. I don’t think it ruins the experience to know how that movie was made.

The other side of the question is – what does excite you these days? How’s it going? Do you think these last couple of years were the “apocalypse” needed to get things moving in a different direction? Or is it back to same old, same old, and that’s it?

I for one am embracing boring as a change of pace!

The Clattering Train

Who is in charge of the clattering train?
The axles creak, and the couplings strain.
Ten minutes behind at the Junction. Yes!
And we’re twenty now to the bad—no less!
At every mile we a minute must gain!
Who is in charge of the clattering train?

Why, flesh and blood, as a matter of course!
You may talk of iron, and prate of force;
But, after all, and do what you can….
Man is in charge of the thundering train!

Man, in the shape of a modest chap
In fustian trousers and greasy cap;
A trifle stolid, and something gruff,
Yet, though unpolished, of sturdy stuff….

Only a Man, but away at his back,
In a dozen cars, on the steely track,
A hundred passengers place their trust
In this fellow of fustian, grease, and dust….

The hiss of steam-spurts athwart the dark.
Lull them to confident drowsiness. Hark!
What is that sound? ‘Tis the stertorous breath
Of a slumbering man—and it smacks of death!
Full sixteen hours of continuous toil
Midst the fume of sulphur, the reek of oil,
Have told their tale on the man’s tired brain,
And Death is in charge of the clattering train!

Those poppy-fingers his head incline
Lower, lower, in slumber’s trance;
The shadows fleet, and the gas-gleams dance
Faster, faster in mazy flight,
As the engine flashes across the night.
Mortal muscle and human nerve
Cheap to purchase, and stout to serve.
Strained too fiercely will faint and swerve.
Over-weighted, and underpaid,
This human tool of exploiting Trade,
Though tougher than leather, tenser than steel.
Fails at last, for his senses reel,
His nerves collapse, and, with sleep-sealed eyes,
Prone and helpless a log he lies!
A hundred hearts beat placidly on,
Unwitting they that their warder’s gone;
A hundred lips are babbling blithe,
Some seconds hence they in pain may writhe.
For the pace is hot, and the points are near,
And Sleep hath deadened the driver’s ear;
And signals flash through the night in vain.
Death is in charge of the clattering train!

Punch, 4 October 1890

ridiculous inspiration

Sharing some catch-up and thoughts about how the election and pandemic get along with being non-neurotypical.

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Need a break? Life got you down? How about a few words to help you feel better about confusion?

It’s okay when nothing makes sense. Because “All Reasoning Is Futile.”

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My story’s a bit extreme, but ‘typical’ seems a thing of the past now, so I’ll go out on a limb and share it.

I’ve seen myself as an architect for most of my life. But in 2010, out of work and deeply stressed, I began to experience psychic phenomena. With no frame of reference or mentorship, it was scary, and I was unprepared.

When I began ‘channeling’ — if that’s even what it was — I grasped desperately for explanations. Why was I spending my time this way? How could I ensure that these creations — the words I committed to paper, the images that flowed from my head and heart — weren’t merely random products of messed-up brain…

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chasing fear

Send fear packing.

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Fear and I have a dog-and-bone relationship.

Power outages. Achey chills. TV news. Unemployment. Downed trees. The Election. Plague-doctor nose cones. Lost mail-in tax returns. Panic attacks. Masks with too-tight elastic. A sinking bank balance. That large creature in the attic that will scrape through the walls any day now. A low car tire. Poison Ivy. Loud trucks. Sweaty-palmed phone calls. The cat’s swollen, bald ear. Ruined soup in the fridge. Bathroom scale readouts. An empty asthma inhaler. Search results for “How much is too much whisky?”

I’ve got a bottomless basket of worry-bones for Fear to toss, and I obediently chase them down rabbit holes. I bet I’m not the only human with a stash of stinky buried bones to supplement the common ones. It’s become a family tradition, and I get it. I used to believe in it.

Maybe it’s my Deep-South upbringing or my Autistic characteristics, but…

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Writing — Because I Can

Coming out of my 2020 cocoon to share what’s been going on with me. Wishing everyone peace and happiness!

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July 2020 will ring in my memory for a while. Not because of COVID-19, protests, elections, or wildfires. On July 7, a video chat announced that I’d lost my job.

For the third time in four years, unemployed. My inner liberty bell rang — time to quit trying.

The job-loss showed me how deeply Autism* and my concussions** had eaten into my ability to ‘play architecture’ in a traditional setting. The anxiety and PTSD, accumulated across four decades of laboring in a field I not-so-secretly despised, overwhelmed me. Exhaustion had eaten my free time; depression stalled my creativity. And I needed to learn why my body experienced crippling pain.

With decisions to make and resilience shredded, I froze. Gaming, Mexican food, ice cream, and whisky kept me distracted until I admitted it: I didn’t care whether I lived or died.

Since my early twenties (that’s 30-plus years), I’ve dealt with…

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How’s everyone?

I noticed this site has been inactive for a while, so how is everyone?

I know the pandemic is turning many people’s lives upside down and it’s important to take care of yourselves. The current political scene is also very draining, regardless of your beliefs, I’d think.

I was considering arranging a group astral travel or something of the sort, if any of you would like that.

The great solar flash idea that’s been cropping up a lot lately is interesting, though personally I don’t think it’ll be as climatic as many people hope and will be more of a smooth change, just like 2012 and 2000.

It’s definitely a powerful year with lots of chaotic energy for manifestation.

IMEC: International Mandela effect Conference starts 12pm Eastern time – June 22nd 2020

I am Arachanaï

“REVELATIONS of the Mandela Effect”
Starts 12PM EASTERN time on Monday, June 22nd

If you are interested in this kind of conference, it is about sharing positive ,transformative information about the Mandela effect. There are artists, authors and visionaries dedicated to validating peoples’ experiences with the Mandela Effect.

You can go to there website to find out the schedule of that day: https://imec.world/

You can follow the conference on Youtube: IMEC

We love to see you there.

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New Crop Circle Wiltshire 29 May 2020 : Key for Transformation

There are relatively few Crop Circles this year. How precious this one is. Staring at it, I cannot hold back my tears. It’s quite obvious what it look like or what it would necessarily remind of. If I can, this is what I can make sense of it…..It’s WE who are to TRANSFORM the toxic into HEALING, even COMFORTING, UPLIFTING……………via staring at it, labeling this FORM or TYPE as the very ELIXIR from the ON HIGH to help raise the collective empathy and the sense of responsibility. While we see this kind of form, there is not only no resent, neither fear, but appreciation and gratitude. It’s just like the how the MAGIC or ALCHEMY works, as turning the BULLETS into FLOWERS.

https://www.pinterest.fr/pin/477944579184774993/

A powerful dream on the last full supermoon of 2020, a ‘flower moon,’ on May 7.

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Since last year I have been changing my habits, almost no sugar, no medication against my chronic pains, and since two weeks ago I am not eating meat. It seems to heighten my spiritual journey and I feel now much more into my core (heart).

I woke up at 5am determined to write down my dream as I felt supercharged. Here is a dream I had during this night of the supermoon. Even though I jump a lot in the dream, it is still the same story but different locations and with different people. The dream fell continuous.

I was in Belgium with my family and we were making ourselves ready to go on a vacation to New York. (Everytime I dream of New York, I feel this special connection to it, a special feeling that makes me happy) The dream changes and we are driving in the van but…

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A scene which mirrors so well our precious Athabantian

“Vitraux de la Sainte Chapelle Paris”

source : https://www.pinterest.fr/pin/640777853217381235/

In May 2013, thanks to Troy and the Precious Sisters here, I finally found my WAY. Then some months later, Troy, being the very Key Role for me and my life, led me to that INITIATION somewhere which looks almost identical to the chapel in VIOLET AURA in this picture. That somewhere is Athabanthian. What I’m describing occurred in my meditation and in which I looked like a girl in the mid teenage.

 

The photos of this Sainte Chappelle has in fact been coming up to me for weeks. However, I have not been awakened to be able to make sense of it til a couple of hours ago. The other synchronicity here with Troy is a French film, La Famille Bélier (=Aries)…….

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Famille_B%C3%A9lier

We all know how many precious ones in THIS FAMILY are the very ARIES, including Troy !!!!! I first heard about this film about one or two months ago and was rather amazed by the songs sung by the young protagonist. Then I almost forgot anything about it, but heard a song this evening and could not stop listening to it. As the video started from the interview of the young singer, and then the song RESOUNDS so, I could not help googling her. It turns out she is the very protagonist of that film.

 

SO many synchronicity and codes here in this thread at this very precious timing?!!!!! May this COINCIDENCE & SYNCHRONICITY trigger the WHEEL of the NEW GOOD =ALTRUISTIC timeline(s) for us.

Thank you, dear Ben & the precious ELDERS for your tireless sharing, inspiring, soothing, lightening, etc…..

How are you, dear Alan (Saucernut)? It’s such a long time that we don’t have any message from you, pls let us know how are you………….

PLS all take care of yourselves well, my beloved ones !!!!!

 

PLS join sending LIGHT to help our Len in Australia from the death threat caused by virus sprayed via a drone

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My dear ones, I cannot be desperate more for having to ask for OUR COLLECTIVE BLESSING to bring this STRENGTH and MIRACLES to our precious brother, LEN in Australia, who is infected by the virus for at least a whole week, SPRAYED ON PURPOSED via DRONE. This is no kidding and I cannot take at all this CABAL of darkness this way. He has gone to three ER for the medical treatment, however, this LIFE CRISIS could not be eased off at all. He is now in the brink……….

PLS HELP……….PLEASE……………..

PLS you all take care, and my best blessings to you ALL !!!!!!!

 

 

Apology for having to drop the highly possibly FAKE news that I just posted

A necessary clarification  and apology here for the highly possibly FAKE news that I just posted without sufficient investigation. I in fact read it first in the mainstream media in non-alphabetic language. It should even be posted as the 2nd one in the list of the stickiest. As there are too many things which don’t make sense, I tried investigating more about it in various linguistic media, including that spoken in the land in question. There are in fact FEW photos, and they are all the same ; besides, the video cannot be more short and the reporters doN’t look SERIOUS, nor authentic AT ALL.

 

I refuse to give any assistance to those malevolent ones who just want to see more chaos, fear and anxiety. That’s enough.

No matter what, my BEST BLESSINGS ARE STILL on YOU and GAÏA……….Pls take care, my beloved ones !!!!!

 

Let’s hold hands of each others, my beloved ones…….

My beloved Tribe : How are you, my precious ones? I’ve been thinking to say something here for days, weeks, months. Obviously, it’s such a hard winter for all of us, and here at last comes the SPRING in the North Semi-sphere. Today, it’s also Dave’s birthday, a day so hard to forget. I want to take advantage of this GREAT DAY, not only to Celebrate the Birthday of our precious DAVE, but also our Connection with the SUN in this Equinox and with all our precious ones all over the world. Pls be safe & take care and know that how much you have been LOVED, Connected…….

Here is a scene which just impacted me as charging me with the very high voltage electricity. Pls note …..The very Term, The Cycle, The Ship, The Thunder, The Storm, The Panic, The DRAGON. May it not only INSPIRE you………………..

It seems echoing the message carried in the last video that I posted at the end of last year…….