02-04-2002, 12:00 AM
Saturday, January 26, 2002
I've talked a lot about the various "visitors" I've had here over the years, most of them nonphysical, some of them capable of having physical effects. There are a wide range of beings who have come here, with an equally diverse range of purposes. Some came to attack me or turn me away from certain beliefs and studies. Some came to encourage me or heal me and to lead in those same directions. I've tried to simply observe and make my own decisions on the right and wrong of things. Now that sort of visit isn't so unusual to me, I just had an event of that type last week. I don't recall any dreams that were associated with it and there seems to be no information or interference related to it. I don't know what it was about, all I know is that I woke up in the middle of the night because I felt a pressure against my body on the left side, like a wind blowing against me. Then I realized that wasn't right, because I shouldn't have a wind blowing through a closed room, and I shouldn't feel it through the blankets. It passed, and my attention was drawn to the East window of the room, where I saw a light outside like moonlight but just a little too bright for that, and I noticed that it was coming from an odd angle. When you see that light it always seems like the objects it illuminates reflect a little more than is there, as though it makes things flouresce. I saw that light for a few seconds and then it was gone. I never saw what the light came from, but I can guess. My friends were back for a visit, the star people I've dealt with. Could have been health related, I've had a mild illness lately, now I'm treating it. Used to be that kind of visit would have me terrified, awake in a cold sweat for hours. Now I just roll over and go back to sleep.
After vision quest I started getting visitors pretty quickly, and it was a huge adjustment to make in my life. I recall waking up one night and screaming on the inhale because there was no time to take a breath, it was something I needed to express instantly so I did. Kind of wish I could do that again, it was a unique sound I've only done once. Even the good guys scared me, back then. I was waking up every few nights, in the beginning of this, knowing that people were not just outside the walls about to come in, as my fears had been telling me for years--they were here, in the room with me, standing beside my bed. It happened in degrees because they were not out to drive me crazy, and I adjusted to their visits as well as I could. At first all I could do was lie there shaking with my eyes closed, I still had that paralysis thing going for me. But they never did me any harm, they just came into the room and watched and waited and then after awhile they went away. Eventually I did the thing the cats with nine lives, do, I got curious and deciding to risk one of mine and see what this was about.
So, the next time they came back, and I woke up knowing someone was there watching me, I greeted them aloud. I believe my exact words were, "Hi, guys. Welcome back." My voice was not just a little shaky, it was a lot shaky, but saying those words was one of the tougher and braver things I've been able to do. I still do that, some form of that greeting, when a spirit comes to visit and I know it is powerful and here for important reasons. I say Hello, and I welcome them to my home.
Three visitors were here that night, and I was not yet brave enough to open my eyes to look at them. Actually I didn't need to do that because they were energy beings, globes of yellow gold light about a yard in diameter, two on my right and one on my left, or maybe the other way round. I could see them rather clearly through my closed eyelids. It was about like having three big light bulbs come to visit. Instead of leaving they came closer to me and I could feel their energy reaching out to me. I began to have a vision. The high spirits don't speak in words, only in pictures and emotions.
I saw North America, as a kind of three dimensional map. Not a world map so I can't say much about the rest of the world and how it fares in this, I was just given the local forecast. An ancient Indian warrior, naked except for a loincloth, was standing with a foot on either coast of Canada and instead of saying anything to me, he silently pointed down at various places on the map that I was to remember. I remember quite a bit, but of course there was more detail than I can recall. I've seen other maps of prophesied changes since then and generally they fit what I saw. I doubt any of us are totally accurate.
The West Coast fares badly. Most of the lowland coastal areas are gone, permanently submerged, and the Rocky Mountains, the Western parts, have become a chain of islands. The more Eastern areas of the Rockies have fared better, but still it is almost as though the land mass has retreated into Canada, there is that much missing out that way.
The Great Plains have become an inland sea, as the waters of the Gulf of Mexico expand northward towards the Dakotas. The southeast has also fared badly, the Gulf has expanded northward towards the foothills of Appalachia. The upper Mississippi still exists but seems to lie in a more westward channel than before, I suppose that would be the Ohio I'm talking about. And come to think of it, I don't recall seeing the Great Lakes at all. Maybe I just didn't pay attention. But northward into the high plains and Canada, the land has survived, and the eastern half of the U.S. is largely intact. There is good and bad to that. Nearly all the high yield farming country is gone, but the major population centers of the East are intact, and that means some very tough living conditions, famine on a huge scale.
The climate seems to have changed also, even though the seas have taken over much of the land mass we know, the climate has become dry and hot. Some of that remaining land has become desert.
As I was being shown this, I began to wonder if people had survived at all, and in answer to my question I was given a dream. I flew over the inland country that concerned me, and saw a brown desert landscape full of blowing dust. Here and there were walled communities and I entered one in the persona of a man who lived there. It was a place that some well financed people had prepared on their own, not a government installation at all. Some people had seen the changes coming and tried to prepare for them. They had a store of food, generators, air conditioners that still worked, and fortifications around the edge of their village which were constantly patrolled by armed residents. They had put a lot of money into weaponry although I didn't see anything larger than an assault rifle. In the daytime they mostly went indoors and tried to rest, the heat was too intense to do any useful work and they had to be awake at night quite a lot to defend the town. They were not a self sustaining community, their farming was noticeably absent, and they survived by occasionally going out in armed convoys to raid the ruins of nearby cities and scavenge for food and anything of use to them. Pickings were getting kind of slim. It didn't seem to me that they had long to live, in those circumstances.
Later on I did some viewing of the East Coast area and although the climate there was better, conditions were much worse. Cities in ruins, ruled by scattered gangs of survivors, some of them living by eating people.
That night as I was shown these things and as I began to absorb the horror of what I was seeing, I did what could be expected and tried to back away in disbelief and set it all aside as hallucination. Then the visions ended and the energy beings came closer yet, close enough that the emotion coming from them was tangible, almost like static electricity in a way. They were desperately concerned about what was going to happen to the world. Their thoughts were laced with tears, and their hope was that I could do something to change this. Then they vanished, and at least in that remarkable way these particular beings have not been back again. They gave me a message and trusted me to do my best, I think. Over the years I have looked for flaws in what they told me, and I have found none. I've learned that the visions of other people have been much the same as mine, and have found quite a lot of scientific evidence for the possibility of such a change. Enough is happening now that we are likely seeing the beginning of this change, a tremor that precedes the avalanche. I don't want this to be true. This is the reason I take the Legend of the Rainbow seriously and try to do my part in it. Aside from passing along a warning no one will heed, that is the only action I have found possible.
More to come.
I've talked a lot about the various "visitors" I've had here over the years, most of them nonphysical, some of them capable of having physical effects. There are a wide range of beings who have come here, with an equally diverse range of purposes. Some came to attack me or turn me away from certain beliefs and studies. Some came to encourage me or heal me and to lead in those same directions. I've tried to simply observe and make my own decisions on the right and wrong of things. Now that sort of visit isn't so unusual to me, I just had an event of that type last week. I don't recall any dreams that were associated with it and there seems to be no information or interference related to it. I don't know what it was about, all I know is that I woke up in the middle of the night because I felt a pressure against my body on the left side, like a wind blowing against me. Then I realized that wasn't right, because I shouldn't have a wind blowing through a closed room, and I shouldn't feel it through the blankets. It passed, and my attention was drawn to the East window of the room, where I saw a light outside like moonlight but just a little too bright for that, and I noticed that it was coming from an odd angle. When you see that light it always seems like the objects it illuminates reflect a little more than is there, as though it makes things flouresce. I saw that light for a few seconds and then it was gone. I never saw what the light came from, but I can guess. My friends were back for a visit, the star people I've dealt with. Could have been health related, I've had a mild illness lately, now I'm treating it. Used to be that kind of visit would have me terrified, awake in a cold sweat for hours. Now I just roll over and go back to sleep.
After vision quest I started getting visitors pretty quickly, and it was a huge adjustment to make in my life. I recall waking up one night and screaming on the inhale because there was no time to take a breath, it was something I needed to express instantly so I did. Kind of wish I could do that again, it was a unique sound I've only done once. Even the good guys scared me, back then. I was waking up every few nights, in the beginning of this, knowing that people were not just outside the walls about to come in, as my fears had been telling me for years--they were here, in the room with me, standing beside my bed. It happened in degrees because they were not out to drive me crazy, and I adjusted to their visits as well as I could. At first all I could do was lie there shaking with my eyes closed, I still had that paralysis thing going for me. But they never did me any harm, they just came into the room and watched and waited and then after awhile they went away. Eventually I did the thing the cats with nine lives, do, I got curious and deciding to risk one of mine and see what this was about.
So, the next time they came back, and I woke up knowing someone was there watching me, I greeted them aloud. I believe my exact words were, "Hi, guys. Welcome back." My voice was not just a little shaky, it was a lot shaky, but saying those words was one of the tougher and braver things I've been able to do. I still do that, some form of that greeting, when a spirit comes to visit and I know it is powerful and here for important reasons. I say Hello, and I welcome them to my home.
Three visitors were here that night, and I was not yet brave enough to open my eyes to look at them. Actually I didn't need to do that because they were energy beings, globes of yellow gold light about a yard in diameter, two on my right and one on my left, or maybe the other way round. I could see them rather clearly through my closed eyelids. It was about like having three big light bulbs come to visit. Instead of leaving they came closer to me and I could feel their energy reaching out to me. I began to have a vision. The high spirits don't speak in words, only in pictures and emotions.
I saw North America, as a kind of three dimensional map. Not a world map so I can't say much about the rest of the world and how it fares in this, I was just given the local forecast. An ancient Indian warrior, naked except for a loincloth, was standing with a foot on either coast of Canada and instead of saying anything to me, he silently pointed down at various places on the map that I was to remember. I remember quite a bit, but of course there was more detail than I can recall. I've seen other maps of prophesied changes since then and generally they fit what I saw. I doubt any of us are totally accurate.
The West Coast fares badly. Most of the lowland coastal areas are gone, permanently submerged, and the Rocky Mountains, the Western parts, have become a chain of islands. The more Eastern areas of the Rockies have fared better, but still it is almost as though the land mass has retreated into Canada, there is that much missing out that way.
The Great Plains have become an inland sea, as the waters of the Gulf of Mexico expand northward towards the Dakotas. The southeast has also fared badly, the Gulf has expanded northward towards the foothills of Appalachia. The upper Mississippi still exists but seems to lie in a more westward channel than before, I suppose that would be the Ohio I'm talking about. And come to think of it, I don't recall seeing the Great Lakes at all. Maybe I just didn't pay attention. But northward into the high plains and Canada, the land has survived, and the eastern half of the U.S. is largely intact. There is good and bad to that. Nearly all the high yield farming country is gone, but the major population centers of the East are intact, and that means some very tough living conditions, famine on a huge scale.
The climate seems to have changed also, even though the seas have taken over much of the land mass we know, the climate has become dry and hot. Some of that remaining land has become desert.
As I was being shown this, I began to wonder if people had survived at all, and in answer to my question I was given a dream. I flew over the inland country that concerned me, and saw a brown desert landscape full of blowing dust. Here and there were walled communities and I entered one in the persona of a man who lived there. It was a place that some well financed people had prepared on their own, not a government installation at all. Some people had seen the changes coming and tried to prepare for them. They had a store of food, generators, air conditioners that still worked, and fortifications around the edge of their village which were constantly patrolled by armed residents. They had put a lot of money into weaponry although I didn't see anything larger than an assault rifle. In the daytime they mostly went indoors and tried to rest, the heat was too intense to do any useful work and they had to be awake at night quite a lot to defend the town. They were not a self sustaining community, their farming was noticeably absent, and they survived by occasionally going out in armed convoys to raid the ruins of nearby cities and scavenge for food and anything of use to them. Pickings were getting kind of slim. It didn't seem to me that they had long to live, in those circumstances.
Later on I did some viewing of the East Coast area and although the climate there was better, conditions were much worse. Cities in ruins, ruled by scattered gangs of survivors, some of them living by eating people.
That night as I was shown these things and as I began to absorb the horror of what I was seeing, I did what could be expected and tried to back away in disbelief and set it all aside as hallucination. Then the visions ended and the energy beings came closer yet, close enough that the emotion coming from them was tangible, almost like static electricity in a way. They were desperately concerned about what was going to happen to the world. Their thoughts were laced with tears, and their hope was that I could do something to change this. Then they vanished, and at least in that remarkable way these particular beings have not been back again. They gave me a message and trusted me to do my best, I think. Over the years I have looked for flaws in what they told me, and I have found none. I've learned that the visions of other people have been much the same as mine, and have found quite a lot of scientific evidence for the possibility of such a change. Enough is happening now that we are likely seeing the beginning of this change, a tremor that precedes the avalanche. I don't want this to be true. This is the reason I take the Legend of the Rainbow seriously and try to do my part in it. Aside from passing along a warning no one will heed, that is the only action I have found possible.
More to come.