A LARGE EXPLOSION WILL CUT OFF PARTS OF THE WORLD

In this dream/vision, I am talking to a group of entities, who seem to try to be fixing something with this world

They are talking about the Cathedral in Darwin City

They are talking about plans to dig a tunnel in underneath it, so they can "align as close as possible to the altar"

"We'll try get as close as possible. See if that works" they say 

Something seems to tell them that it won't work. They say that this is just one of many ideas they have. They are just trying to offer a solution

They seem to be trying to fix a big problem with the alignment of this Earth

I am talking to a Muslim man inside, while they talk about these things. He is a nice enough man

I comment about how I think he's a good guy, but he instantly tries to turn it around and manipulate it, as if I'm patronising him

He is looking for reasons to be annoyed

I know this type of religious mental gymnastics well. And I have no time for it

I cut him off instantly, while he's trying to play the same boring old mental games as all the other religions who came before

Manipulation of language for the appearance of moral superiority

He barely gets to speak 2 sentences, and I switch off any conversation with him, or his religion

Then I see him, with two other men. Representing Christianity and Judaism

I know one of them is Christianity, because he is someone I used to know, who is the Son of a chaplain

I am guessing the other men is Jewish, because of this

They all come in and hug each other, as if they are saying goodbye

They all seem to have a genuine affection for each other

I realise watching them all hugging, that this moment represents the end of these 3 religions

Something is happening, and they are being made to leave. As if they are leaving Earth and will never see each other again

It feels as though I am making them leave a building

But I give them a moment to all hug and say goodbye

Then I am some type of meeting room with the others, after the 3 religions have been made to leave

I say something out loud. Where I become conscious enough, that I am awake and lucid within my dream 

As if I intentionally woke myself up, to give myself a message

"15 days from now, there will be a massive explosion, that will cut you off from parts of this world"

I seemed very serious

All the other entities in the room, were paying very close attention to what I am saying

It then continues to tell me something which I can't quite remember

It seems to be in my head. Some type of personal reassurance, that I'm not supposed to remember

As if it was seeded in my head, so that I know the outcome of the coming situation, without consciously knowing it

Or perhaps, just so I can't document and share that part online, as I am doing now

FLYING OUTSIDE OF THE GALAXY TO THE PLEIADES

I am at Casuarina shopping square

Someone gives me a cigarette packet and tells me, they are going to the toilet 

They tell me to have a look inside while they are gone, and let them know what I take 

When they are gone, I look inside and find satchels of orange, smelly amphetamines. Like the old bike speed from the 90s

The cigarette packet is full of pre packaged satchels, that he is obviously trying to sell

Small hundred dollar bags, all the way up to large 3.5 gram 8balls. As I'm looking, I realise that police and security are closing in towards me, and I'm cornered near the entrance to Coles

I jump over one of the registers, and covertly drop the packet of cigarettes from my hand as I grab the railing to jump over

It seems like the person who gave me the packet was trying to set me up

I start floating though the air, inside Coles shopping centre

This is something I generally do instinctively inside dreams, when something is trying to trap/entrap me

I temporarily violate the laws of physics, to ensure that I cannot be cornered or trapped. Which I believe insulates me and protects me in the real waking world, from the pre and post effigy alignment in the dream world

As I'm floating, I see the person who gave me the packet, waiting outside of Coles, right near the police and security who are waiting for my to exit

As I am floating, I catch the eyes of the person who gave me the packet and discretely point to where I dropped it, so they can walk over and get it

I do not want to get caught with it, but I also do not want them to expect me to pay for it, so I want them to get it back

They go over and pick up the packet, then something really strange happens

They begin to inspect the packet, as if they are one in the same as the police and security waiting for me, and as if they are pretending that the cigarette packet and it's contents actually belongs to me

They start pulling the contents out, to show the police, as if they have caught me

Even though I have completely violated the laws of physics within the dream, in order to ensure they cannot entrap me, it seems like they are now doing the same, in order to try ensure they do set me up

I partially wake up here, inside the dream

Getting annoyed at the fact that they are violating reality in a way which they are not supposed to be able to do

This often happens in dream alignments

I actively violate the laws of physics, to alter or steer the path of reality (within the waking world) away from something that is not supposed to happen, or that others are not supposed to be able to do ...

But I do this unconsciously. On auto-pilot. As if I am correcting errors within the waking world and the effigy sync

But when something else tries to ignore these changes, or violate the laws of reality to push the errors I am trying to correct ... I wake up inside my dream

As if so I can actively and consciously force whatever it is they are trying to avoid, or counter in ways they should not be able to 

In recent years, "waking up" inside the dreams in this way, has become far more frustrating and vivid. To the point of anger

It is becoming far more than just "waking up" to myself. To the point where it feels like I wake up to a greater consciousness

Something which is both outside of me, but also me at the exact same time

In this circumstance, when he tried exposing the contents of the cigarette packet to the police, as if they were mine, I immediately woke up, and completely folded reality to undo everything that was happening

I was no longer just floating in the air, watching as both someone inside and outside of what was happening

I folded the construct of reality and took the packet of drugs from him. Took them outside of his reality, so he no longer had them, and could no longer use them against me

I also folded the their reality in, so neither of them were present at the shops any more. They were never there. He never gave me the packet, and the police were never there to try catch me 

In doing so, I am consciously awake and angry

Angry because I should not need to be awoken to this extent

I shouldn't need to become conscious in my dreams like this, to fix misbehaving entities, trying to align things they know very well, they are not allowed to

I do not do drugs. So there is no way I'm going to allow myself to be cornered and entrapped as if the drugs are mine

But then, last night, in this particular dream. The entities did not give up, and get back in their place like they normally do, when I consciously wake up inside my dreams 

Instead they pushed back

I could feel something coming for me 

So I flew up into the air. Something they are not supposed to be able to do, meaning they cannot follow

But they did

They flew up into the air after me

"What the fuck is going on?" I thought

This is supposed to be impossible. These entities are supposed to be limited to the construct of this world, and the laws of physics within it 

They are not supposed to be able to fly. They are not supposed to be able to unfold reality, when they are intentionally and consciously limited or corrected

Not only are they flying, but they have somehow released themselves from my folding reality around them 

Something happens here, which I could best describe as being my connection to the greater consciousness, testing every possible path and outcome, to what was happening

I was flying away. They were flying too

But there were no specifics, that could be translated as dimensional construct or physics, to relate how, or what we were flying within

It was like I tested every possible cycle and outcome, relative to linear reality, within how they were violating the laws of reality and physics to pursue me

I would best describe it as, they were trying to corner me within the very systems and construct of the mind itself

No matter what path or cycle I took, or how I tried to correct them. They were attempting to craft it as a path, that would lead me to a dead-end within myself

They were trying to close every door within reality, by having me meet a measure of myself, no matter what I did

This really annoyed me

Not only are they violating reality in a way they are not supposed to be able to do, they are now trying to craft it, to make it impossible for me to do. When I am actually supposed to be able to, in order to correct errors and problems

So I woke up completely. But still dreaming

It was as if this world and reality itself became like a pantomime or stage show. And I was the actor, who stopped mid performance, to assume his real identity and address the camera and crew directly

As if I woke up, inside of waking up. And stepped outside of all known reality momentarily

If every possible door, path and gateway l cycle was closed within reality and this world, then I need to step outside of this world

If they were going to follow me, when I floated into the air outside my body, or flew up into the sky? Let us see if they can follow me into space

I flew straight up into the sky, till I was outside of the atmosphere of the world

Then something outside of me took over

It felt like something much bigger than this world took hold of me, and extended my conscious beyond the limits of our known existence

Within a second, I was not just outside of our planet, but outside of our solar system, and looking inwardly at what appeared to be clouds in space 

Far enough beyond our planet, that I was momentarily nervous

I only meant to go into the space of the orbit surrounding our planet, where I knew that the entities trying to trap me could not follow 

I knew it was a cycle outside of their ability to influence

Somewhere I knew they could not do the impossible, because it existed beyond the source of their existence

But something had taken over and pulled me far beyond what I had intended

Or perhaps, my intention to extend beyond the source of their existence, pulled me far further out, because their source was far deeper than I expected

Either way, I was looking at clouds in space, which seemed to be the extents of our galaxy

I kept moving further and further out

I was less unsettled now, as I adjusted to the massive scale of my perspective

Though I had not expected to go so far out into space, I felt firmly anchored.. As if something had hold of me, reassuring me that I could easily swim within the depths of the waters I was being taken out into

I was as awake, as being awake in this world. Fully aware of who I am, and this world ...

But also fully aware of myself well beyond this world

My anger and annoyance at needing to be awoken in this way, and to this extent, was overtaken by the beauty, wonder and extent of what I was seeing/being shown

I flew out past the Pleiades. So that I was behind them, looking backwards towards Earth

They were beautiful 

I would say they were breathtaking, but I do not think there was breath to be had, where and how, is was experiencing this

This was far more vivid and real than any dream

I was really somewhere, really seeing something. But it was not in any way that I could describe to someone who has only ever known the senses of the waking effigy world, or the regular pre/post effigy dream worlds

This was something "outside". But yet not at all outside at the same time

It was familiar as remembering who I am. But as new and wonderful as seeing something amazing for the first time

I was out beyond the Pleiades, looking back inwards towards the Earth, as if I was slowly moving around the outside of the astronomical great year. Touring it, in the way you would tour other countries. But the entirety of the galaxy and what I was experiencing, felt as though it was no larger than a small commercial shed

It was like the galaxy was confined inside a room no bigger than my Dad's large tool shed. Around the side of large three storey house, if the insides were completely empty

As I was admiring the beauty of the a Pleiades, the physics inside the galaxy I was floating within started to shift slightly, as if I were seeing into a different spectrum of frequency

Whatever it was that I was aligned with, confirmed I was looking at the Pleiades

It looked like a beautiful cloud, floating in space, with brilliant blue/white rays of light, piercing through the cloud in all directions from the stars within

As the dimensional construct shifted, the light of the stars crystallised

Till it was no longer beams of light sticking out of the cloud, but rather long glowing crystal shards

I flew further out, circling around the outside of the galaxy, and every cloud I came too, crystals jutted out sharply in all directions

I quickly noticed, that every cloud, as I progressed around the outside of the galaxy, had different coloured crystals

The cloud also seemed to harden, as they floated in the darkness

Not like rock, but something astronomically similar, within the spectrum and frequencies I was now seeing

Still permeable, but dense enough that crystals could grow out of it, glowing from the colour of the suns they formed from (aligned within them)

I circled all the way around the outside

I realised the colours were stretched across the galaxy, in their own places, and somehow realised, that this spread, was how the colour and light we perceive in our world was possible

I had realisations, which I am yet to understand. As if I was given the keys, to doors I do not even yet know exist, to later unlock

I reached the orange and purple crystals and space seemed to harden again, as if I was reaching the extend of the spectrums within which our galaxy exists. But at the opposite extreme to where we perceive them from "inside"

Space formed into something similar to rock and crystal around me, and seemed to both fall inwardly and down, as well as up and in to meet me. Like a cliff appearing out of nowhere and instantly crumbling under gravity, at the exact same time as it is pulled up and into me, filling my mind like a cup

And I woke up in my bed

Amazed at what I had just experienced ...

But also, significantly angry, to the point where it almost ruined the experience

Angry because I should not need to be awoken in the way

Every time this happens, I return to this world, with an overwhelming feeling, of understanding that this world is not real

That what we call reality, is fake

A pantomime "experience" we are afforded within something like an experiment

And every time I need to wake up inside of it in this way, it feels like my wee experience in this world is being unfairly ruined or spoiled

It feels like the very "entities" who are supposed to make my life and experience in this world amazing, are intentionally trying to ruin it ...

So they can make it into something ideological, related to something possibly theological ...

Rather than what it supposed to be

Rather than what I want it to be 

It feels like they are conditioning this world in such a way, that my experience and life here will never be what it is supposed to be, unless I give them something that they want

Something that is not supposed to have anything to do with why I am here, or who I am

Something that I refuse to give them

....

And it feels like they are willing to completely destroy this world, to the point where I will wake up, and leave this world completely. Because there is no point in me being here any more

It feels like, within whatever they are trying to achieve, or force me to do in this world ...

The very essence of why I am here, becomes pointless

That this world becomes pointless ... Like a failed experiment

It's getting worse and worse

I will never give in to them, because I can't give in

To do so, would defeat what I feel to be the very point of all existence

It feels like whatever they want, can never given. Or this world will simply d13, and the entire cosmos and all known reality will go with it

It feels like they are trying to force the end, of something that is not supposed to end

And it's getting to the point where it would be better to just end the experiment of this world, then ever let them have what they are after

Like there is an impurity, that can never be allowed to escape this world. That far outweighs all the beauty and wonder of creation itself

How do fix this, or stop it? I don't know

I honestly no longer care. I stopped caring years ago

I honestly just want to enjoy what little time I have left in this world

Whatever is supposed to come after? I do not want it

The only time I really feel peace now, is at sunset. When I know the night is coming

The Sun of the new morning, now feels like little more than the promise of uncertainty, and pain that needs be endured

Until the night comes again, to bring a momentary feeling of peace once again

I long for sleep, and I dread waking 

Because light here seems poisoned. And those who pretend to offer it, merely spread it like a disease

Nobody loves any more

They merely calculate how not to hate

And those who would protect us from such poisoned minds, instead celebrate and champion it, out of their own fear of being disliked

I have little hope for this world now ...

But I would really love to at least see my beloved Parramatta Eels play in Las Vegas next year ...

After that, I'm ready to go. I've done all I really want to do in this world

I can come home, go to sleep, and just not wake up

True love doesn't exist. At least not in the way most people perceive it. I thought it did once. But I was wrong. She was instead used as tool to intentionally hurt me, by forces unseen, that I've long since given up trying to understand

SHE hurt me, intentionally. Cruelly. Without any regard for me, or any real reason that I can divine

She actually hated me ... When I don't know what I did to be hated for

And over 14 years later, I still can't work out why. Or what I did to deserve it 

I've come to realise that love like this is merely an existential tool for controlling those, who would otherwise be impossible to control. The carrot on the stick that keeps them walking. With the perpetual promise of something which will not, and cannot not ever be given in this world

Hope keeps us looking forward. Blind to the illusion of a closed cycle, where we are never looking at anything more than our own backs 

But when you can't see past yourself in cycle, hope becomes poison. Little more than the promise of pain that can otherwise be avoided, without hope

If something exists, beyond this world, that can actively interfere and turn the most beautiful and pure things you have ever felt for something else, into a pain that would make you hate yourself, for having ever felt that for them? Then what is the point of ever loving anyone? 

For many years I felt like: if the most beautiful person I have ever met, hates me, and I can't work out what I ever did to deserve that hate?

Then maybe I do deserve it

But after 14 years of hating yourself, and not fully understanding why ... You start not to care

If Bradie hates me, maybe it was just because I was meant to learn that love doesn't actually exist

Maybe that's the ultimate lesson of this world. And I should be grateful to her for teaching it to me

That the real depth of beauty, love, and creation, only ever really exists within the measure of the ugly pain and decay it can inflict upon you

Maybe watching love d13, without being able to do anything about it, is the only way to ever really appreciate that it existed, or understand what love really is ...

Or was ..

"Without having tasted lemon, could you still say sugar sweet?"

And if something like love can only ever really exist within this measure, then much like pain, love does not really exist

It is merely the absence of pain ...

In much the same way that it is only in the absence of love, that pain can exist

Either way ...

I used to think, from the moment I met her, that she was the one. The girl I had searched my whole life for. Something I used to believe proved that true love does exist

I now understand that this was likely little more than a means of freeing my mind of the illusion of this love, being any more than a counter measure to the pains we have experienced throughout our life

For all the pain we experience, being coding conditioned in the world ....

Our logical minds seek meaning within the existence of their counter

An equally pure love, to the pureness of the pain we have known

If I was wrong about the only girl I was ever certain of, and wanted to marry ....

Then maybe the lesson was never in finding a true love, to bring meaning to all the pain we know in this world

Maybe it was only ever about freeing me from the need to risk pain, in seeking such a love

Then it frees me from ever making the mistake of wasting time on any other woman who would (respectfully, in my eyes) amount to her lesser in this world

After 14 years, it has become less about turning away from any woman I may momentarily and pointlessly feel attracted to ....

Than it has become about needing to remind myself that it is OK to see beauty in women, even if I have learned to feel nothing for them

To remind myself, that is OK to feel happy when I see a beautiful woman. Or something beautiful in general in this world

I will not spoil or taint such beauty, by feeling something towards it

It's not quite learning to love myself, I know ...

But at least, I am starting to understand it's OK not to hate myself

That's it's OK to experience beautiful things, without it making me feel like I'm disgracing them somehow

It's OK to look at something beautiful, and feel happy because they are in the world

Happy that beautiful things exist

She once told me I was being selfish, because I asked her to have coffee with me. So I could actually sit down and talk to her for 5 minutes (to try understand why I felt so strongly for her)

This destroyed me in a way she'll probably never understand

I've never had money, or much of anything in my life 

But everthing I've ever had, I've given to everyone I possibly can

I'll give my last dollar to someone who needs it more than me, something my Nan taught me when I was very young

I would spend all the money I have sending her flowers, then live on 2 minute noodles till next pay day. And I wouldn't even put my name on the flowers

Because I didn't expect anything in return, except to know I made her smile 

I try so hard, to be the most unselfish person I possibly can. I never tell anyone its my birthday, so they don't make a fuss or buy me gifts

So being called selfish, for just wanted to have a coffee, really hurt me

Being kicked out of a pub where I was having dinner with my family, on the first real birthday I had celebrated, where I actually had my family together in the same city in 17+ years, shut me down emotionally, in ways I wouldn't realise until many years later

I stopped celebrating my birthday again, until recently when my brothers girlfriend started dragging me out and making me a cake

I stopped playing or writing music. I couldn't hear it in my head any more. I felt no love for it. I used to play guitar and sing for hours every day, I loved it so much. Now, I pick it up and feel nothing 

I turn music off if I can

I stopped caring about myself, or anything

I stopped working. I stopped getting out of bed 

I would wake up, feel miserable, realising where I am, and just want to go back to sleep

I would sleep up to 20 hours a day

Then I got sick

It took many years of self-deprecarion, and destroying myself, for me to again believe I am not a selfish person

And to start to realise that it's OK for me to want things ...

That I didn't need to give everything away, and have nothing, to feel like I was a good person

It's not selfish, to want things ...

Or to have dreams 

Or to want to get to know someone, who makes the world feel beautiful and good just by being in the room 

I've never really needed much to be happy

I've never really had that much in my life TO BE SELFISH with!

I'm not selfish 

And I never was 

I don't really want much from this world

I don't even really need to be loved ...

I just want to be allowed to love this world and those I care about

And I just want to be happy ...

.... But .... I would just really like to see my team play in Las Vegas next year 😂 

See them play one more time ...

Maybe even win

Then I could leave this world happy

But I'm probably not going to be able to afford it. And I don't really have anyone to go with anyway

I don't think I'm ever going to get better

But I'm starting to think, maybe that was the lesson to be learned in this world all along

Maybe it's just about letting go of everything

Like my old song lyrics

"Just got happy yesterday

And I'm already losing hope

Throw my dreams in, walk away

And I'm about to take it all"

Maybe the key to real happiness, is just giving up on ever really having anything?

Maybe the monks had it right all along?

Maybe everything we experience here is little more than exactly what we need to learn to let go of any attachment to this world (or anything within it)

The very first thing I said to Bradie, the night we met, was "I feel like I know you! Like we have met before. Or like we were always supposed to meet".

Maybe the key to breaking the cycle, is within its unending. So it can never return, to what no longer exists

Maybe that is why we were supposed to meet

Maybe it was never destiny as I thought it was

Maybe it was always just about breaking free of a cycle, that I didn't even know I (or possibly we) were subject to 

Though it may sound strange, or hard to understand to those who have not experienced the cyclical nature of consciousness within this world ....

Maybe I was always meant to meet her ...

So she could free me from the expectation of ever finding or knowing someone like her

And the illusion of the perfect one ever existing, in a world of the imperfect many ...

Outside of possibly, a love for self, and being worthy of being loved

Maybe that is the only perfect and true love that is ever really possible in this world

"Strangely and curiously

The world was ablaze,

Thought I had not seen any

With fire here for days.

Though the middle may find

Itself stuck at the start,

It is not often

The end is late to depart.

When a good thing has gone, 

We are depth of its grace. 

The lingering flavour, 

Of what once had been taste."

- Samuel Korn

Singer of rage against the machine dies

I had a dream that the singer of rage against the machine Zack de la Rocha died

I was in a pub talking to people who worked there that I used to know

We were talking about how he died, and how an Australian singer with blonde hair from some other band would be their new singer

LEIDENFROST EFFECT SHIP TECHNOLOGY

I am working on a ship, cleaning the hull

I am scrubbing under something on the deck of the ship that is connected to the ballast and drive systems on the aft of the ship

There is some type of thermal lining underneath, that looks like hardened dark insulation

I am teaching someone else on the ship, how to do the maintenance that I am carrying out

There is some type of large tank on top, made out of some type of steel, or possibly a ceramic mixture, that is incredibly hot. It is hot enough that you would burn your fingers instantly to touch the surface

Part of my maintenance, requires me to do some type of test where I apply a sticker to the heated surface and try to write on it

I write on it with a particular type of pen (not an actual pen, some type of stylus) and if what I write turns purple on the sticker, I know that the thermal system the tank is connected to is still running correctly

If the writing does not turn up and the page stays white, I know that the systems need maintenance. Which involves some type of flushing

I ask the person I am training if they want to see something cool, then call through to the bridge of the ship, asking them to clear decks below, as I am going to flush the aft

They confirm that they need to find still water first

I see the ship cutting through rough waters in the sea and it is unnaturally stable. It does not sway side to side as the waves hit it, and it seems to cut through the waves hitting its bow to remain nearly perfectly stable. Something to do with the system I am working on

We find docking in calm waters, and the bridge confirms that I am OK to flush the system

I unlatch a heap of levers along the deck, and a massive amount of water bursts out of the side of the ship. Like a floodgate bursting on the side of the ballasts

The water pours out, and the shift begins to sink down into the water

Someone at the bow of the ship does the same, and the front half of the ship also sinks down into the water

We start pulling large steel (or ceramic) tanks on the deck and turning them over, making sure they have cool down enough that we can touch them

It seems to be some type of stability system on the ship that makes the hull of the ship underneath so hot that it boils water touching it outside immediately. Creating a leidenfrost effect under the ship

It also seem to be boiling water within the ballasts, to create a type of hydraulic suspension for the ship, that raises it right up out of the water

It is possibly also some type of steam (jet) propulsion system

Pyramid Gateway - The Breakdown Of Dimensional Construct And Spectrum

 

This vision flashes between dimensional layers and time

Though everything within it moves seamlessly from one into another, I am distinctly aware of the layers and times changing throughout, as if conscious on the effigy realm, within the pre-effigy and post-effigy realms

Though I am not quite awake, as with lucid dreaming

This is conscious in a different way, or on a different layer of being. As if being awake to the nature of our reality being a mere construct of something else

I am with people opening a portal at an ancient ruin on Earth, using some type of technology. Possibly some type of resonant technology which alters the perceivable spectrum relative to light

What looks like a stone monument path to nowhere, glimmers to life and reveals a hidden path that curves upwards away from the Earth, as if the curvature of the Earth within the path is upside down

The further you look into the path, the more steeply the path curves upwards

Then, I flash to another stone monument where people are trying to carry out the same type of experiment

Pushing my face against the stone, it feels like I momentarily sink into the rock as they are playing a certain frequency

I start to consider how, or what type of sounds the ancient people used to use to activate these gateways

The people I am with try playing all ridiculous types of music like RnB to open the gateway. I start to get annoyed with them, because they are going in completely the wrong direction and using soulless tones and frequency that will never open any gateway

Then I am inside large pyramid, which feels like it is the pyramid of Giza. Inside big open chambers that are on the opposite side of the walls to the tunnels and chambers that are commonly known

It feels as though we have possibly dug down and entered in through the “unfinished chamber”, which is actually a “filled in entrance”

There is a massive stone archway along one of the walls of what feels as if it is the (real) grand gallery. Again, on the opposite side of the walls to what is commonly known, which feel to me to be little more than service tunnels to the real “insides” of the pyramid

The archway is some type of gateway

We activate it somehow. Possibly using frequency and sound, as we did with the gateway earlier

The gateway is a black, empty void

A gateway seemingly to some type of black hole, where there would usually be a stone wall

If feels as though we may have already tried all different types of probes and tests to find out what was inside this gateway, without luck. Because I become frustrated and simply jump into the black void of the gateway

Inside, time and space seem to break down. As does my conscious mind

I am no longer conscious as I was within the world I existed in seconds I go. I am something else

I am suddenly conscious of the people, realms and world I left behind within the pyramid, as if I am standing outside of the pyramid

Like being within the pupil of an eye

I am neither the light entering the eye, nor am I am the light as it is perceived within the eye. I am the blending of what light is, when it is both everything, and it is nothing

I can see the 3 other people within the pyramid freaking out over the fact that I jumped into the black void of the gateway

One feels like she is my wife or partner

The other 2, are a male and female. Though I do not know if they are together. It feels as though they are possibly just collegues

After some debate between them. One by one, they also jump in after me

Within the blackness, we are blended

Suddenly, I am no longer just me, I am all of them as well

We are ourselves, we are each other. But we are also all existence. All time. All space

I feel years passing in seconds. But we are not concerned. With a second of consideration, time is turned backwards

I feel a purge taking place within our consciousness

All linear concepts, emotions, pain, fear and existential limitations of this world are being dissolved

This is taking many years. I feel our souls, individually and collectively being opened to all manner of possibility and probability within what feels like seconds. But it actually the space of hundreds, to thousands of years

The stone persists, as we within it ride time as a type of sync and alignment to the source of creation itself

We know all each others deepest secrets. We share each others pains as they are dissolved and disappear

The other woman sees a pain from my past and I feel sadness with her, from which I tell her “I already died in that world for that”, to let her know why there seemed to be no pain associated with what she was seeing

I sync with the other women I am connected to, in a way which feels like it is manifested within time, within the world, but is actually merely more than us “testing” our ability to enter the depths of each others individual conscious within the collective consciousness

For a moment, I am entering her in a way which is similar to the nature of a sexual connection in our world, except within the seconds we are bonded, generations of bloodlines are created within the world outside of our place within the pupil-like void

There is no jealousy or pain. My partner watches on as we seed entire bloodlines within the effigy realm together

In a moment we are bonded in a way which feels similar to what we call an orgasm. But this is far deeper and existential

Her conscious morphs into something like the sphere of planet

I push into this sphere and the surface of her sphere begins to glow like the sun

I am injecting fire into her, which feels as if it goes much further than merely spawning generations of particular bloodlines, to being the origin and source of all life itself

At least in the regard that we are able to perceive our world

Within the moment of what feels like an orgasm, the sphere stretches out into what feels like infinity. As if all time and space are born within a perfect moment of exchange between us

Billions of years of creation, within what amounts to mere seconds between us

My wife/partner is speaking with me externally during this moment. As if we are all sitting outside of creation itself, whilst the world is being brought into being

For a moment, she does seem to know exactly what I am doing

I tell her that I am the fire of creation. And I am carrying that fire forth into the world we are creating

Injecting it into the sphere of the woman I am connected with. Until it burns completely through, to bring that fire and life to everything within

I feel generations of people that we have made. All at once

Some individuals, some entire bloodlines

I move in and out of the creation seamlessly, as one of the 4, but also becoming increasingly aware of myself as an individual

Almost as if I was being drawn from our collective consciousness slowly into the nature of the individual souls within the world and realms we had created

Time and space break down to the point where they all all and nothing at the same time

There is no longer a sense of moving forward through time, or reversing. All time is as one, in the same time. All space is as one, within the same space

All people, are as one, within our combined consciousness

They are merely an offset of our combined minds, within a particular linear perspective of the time and space we inhabit wholly

I feel the fire and light moving within sour in places

And I feel as though I am drawn into the hardening of matter, like a corruption, which leads me to seek a return of the fire I have injected into the world

A desire to seek out and punish

I see flashes of nastiness and darkness within various peoples perspective of time and space

I move in and out of these flashes, moving through the world dimensionally, as if it were the construct of a unfinished game

Taking hold of people in ways that cannot explain, to draw the fire back out from within them. And in doing so, bring them pain equal to what is now missing within them. A pain equal to the pain they have caused, which brought them to my attention to begin with

I am on the streets of the waking effigy realm

Nobody can see me, as I exist outside of time and space with that realm

I reach my hand inside of a mans body and up into his head, to take a hold of the light and fire within his mind

Then, I am stretching myself across dimensions, pulling him into an alignment in another place and time

I pull my fire and his light across dimensions into a world where his arms, legs and head, bleed into binding the binding construct of what looks like massive veins

Flesh and blood veins, inside some type of dimensional cross-over between the physical world and some type of binding construct within another dimension

These tentacle like strings of flesh bind with his appendages dimensionally, till he is strung up like a prisoner, being enveloped and devoured by them. Till they bind with his flesh so they become one

Strung up in the air like a flesh and blood meat puppet

A type of dimensional binding and punishment, which feels like it will make it impossible for him to ever hurt anyone again within the waking world, where his body still walks

His life, for the most part, will be nothing but pain, until he learns and offers back the same fire, which he sought to take from the world

It is some type of existential binding, on a divine level. Where the measure of pain or love you will experience for the rest of your life, will only ever be equal to that which you try to give to others

You continue to seek to hurt people? You will be hurt instead of them

You instead seek to bring others love and beauty? You will be afforded the same measure of love and beauty yourself

I see another flash of a woman and young girl sitting in a car watching me as I cross the road. I look over at her and we lock eyes

She seems both scared and curiously fearless at the same time

I don't know how, but this girl seems very special

As we lock eyes, I look at her with pure fire. I have no regard for hiding who or what I am

As we stare into each others eyes as I cross the road, I allow her to become aware that I am dragging the fire of someones soul in my hand behind me. Something feels as though it had been dimensionally veiled from her before this

She should not be able to see me at all, yet somehow she can. Something to do with her innocence it feels. Like the story of a maiden with a unicorn

So I have no problem with allowing her to see the darkness of the soul I am dragging across dimensions behind me

I cross the road and walk straight into a stone wall, crossing through the perceivable dimensions, while she watches me vanish

If feels like there are many flashes like this, where I “repossessing” the fire and light I injected into the world, from those that are corrupting the distribution of such fire and light

It feels to me as though these are strategic moves

They are not simply aimed at anyone, who has done anything wrong. But rather, they are aimed at particular people, at very particular times and places, which will lead to particularly high decay and pain within the lines of probability within the collective waking world

Then these flashes give way to a particular moment in time and space, where I am again one with the other 3 people as a collective consciousness, who want to bring my attention to something in particular

It feels as though or “creation” is now matured

And though we are a matter of minutes old as a collective, it also feels as though we have existed as one for a time that could be considered equivalent to billions of years within this world

In regards to the world of our “creation”, it feels that I have somehow assumed some type of command

Not in any type of way like we would consider authority in this world, but merely something like it being my responsibility more than theirs, as the one who injected fire into the world

“Listen to this” my wife/partner tells me

I hear a type of progressive heavy metal playing around us

A type of amazingly orchestrated metal music, based on frequencies of the guitar chords, rather than melody

A type of music I have never heard the like of in the real world

Simple. But amazing

I am instantly very annoyed. I concentrate on the year, to know when the music is released

2077

“Who made this?” I asked, annoyed at what I am hearing, as if it should not exist

My wife gives me the name of a soul/entity which I will not try to name

“They are not allowed to make music”, I responded and immediately left across dimensions to seek out the problem by name and deal with them

In this moment, I woke up

"TRY SERALACTIN" - TIME SEED MOVIE/SHOW

I am some type of person who is able to exist outside of time space, who can also jump into alternate dimensions

My task seems to be punishing people

I see a man hurting an owl in a barn. I intervene and tell him that better not have been an owl

I tell him he should know better. I see images of him dressed up as an owl, within some type of mens group or society

I see glimpses of his whole life. He appears in this vision as a friend of mine named Jason Baillie 

I see him as a scout master

I take a hold of him and through such I can show him scenes throughout his life

"You are a scout master, you should know better. You teach them to love and respect nature. Not hurt it"

He doesn't seem to get what I telling him, or who I am

Then as I flashing him through all the scenes from his life, I jump him to the side of a pyramid on a faraway world

"Look at where we are" I tell him and force his face to look out at the world off the side of the pyramid

He freaks out at how high we are, and that we are in a different world

There are hundreds of massive pyramids. Each of them 10 times the size of the Egyptian pyramids on Earth

They sit on the coast of some type of ocean, with water lapping between them

Then I see inside one of the Pyramids, at the life lived by the people I take there 

It is like a massive hotel

At a bar I meet a beautiful petite Asian woman. A woman who I know is some type of artificial creation, made by my kind

We use them to fill worlds 

She is a real person, a real soul. But she only exists as a way to capture and control the minds of people we send to a world like this 

Here, she lives as the well looked after servant of a mistress. A mistress who seems to run the other clubs in this particular Pyramid

I am taken by her. I want her. I know she is a virgin. Even though she dresses, for her work in the club wearing next to nothing

Speaking with the mistress about her, she organises for us to return to a private room. Just her, one of her favourite girls, myself and the girl I am attracted to 

She tells me that she feels very grateful. Normally, we "are not allowed to eat off another's plate". But her mistress told her it was OK she was very excited

One time, it feels like the pyramid is taking off, out of the water. As it seems designed to be able to do, as some type of spacecraft 

I take hold of her, and the mistress and her female lover. All of us physically touching, so that I can jump us across dimensions to a different world

But it turned out just to be some type of water craft passing our Pyramid in the water, shaking it intensely

Here, it feels like I abandon my duties and go AWOL 

I make love to her, in various different ways. Over different time lines

It feels like, I am not only sleeping with her there in one timeline, but also in other "versions" of this reality

Other versions of her, in other worlds 

Aligning her in a way, the she is able to do the impossible for me

Have my child

I see our lives with her pregnant

Our servants telling us that the "psychic attacks are getting worse, the longer her pregnancy progresses

Something is targeting her and attacking her, because of the child she carries. My child

I change the way I see the world, so I can see faces flickering in phase, up and down the halls. As if they are searching for a way to bleed through into our dimensions

I expand my consciousness and slip out of phase

Time slows down, so I can see the faces passing as they fly up and down the halls

I grasp hold of one and attach myself to it

It tells me that it is not the only one coming for me. They are all here looking for me

I make them a promise that if they let me have my time and let the child be born, that I would not only bring it back with me, I would bring them back someone or something else of value that they have been looking for

They agree and leave me alone

But I have no intention of doing this

It seems that a lifetime in this world, is equivalent to moments in their realms

So I am hoping they will simply forget about me, or leave me in peace for a lifetime here

I see my daughter born and my life with my wife

We live in peace and happiness

Until my girl is about 10 years old

We are celebrating her birthday party in a public courtyard, with cobblestone streets

A series of birthday drones show up and fly a pattern around the kids heads playing on the courtyard

They eject 5 container that hits the road in a circle around the kids

The containers eject some type of gold paint on the ground and start playing holograms and music

It looks like some type of birthday telegram

Until they start playing a very particular song and making a pubic service announcement to the children

"Don't try Seralactin. Not even once"

They are referring to a substance that does not exist in this world. That only exists in my home world

I now know what the gold paint or substance is on the road

I see what it does to the people touch it, covering their skin and working it's way into their bodies

I shift into an unseen dimension, looking for whatever else came out of those drones

I see shadowy figures dressed in white, looking for my daughter

I teleport around in flashes, confronting them and killing them, one by one

Until I find out who is out in the open, holding my wife hostage

She kills my wife, while I am watching. Pushing some type of energy through her body, which disconnects her lifeforce in a second. Killing her dead

I rage and flash quickly between all the rest. Killing every one of them

Before I jump to my daughter

I take hold of her, and jump into a different dimension with her. One completely outside of the physics of the entire universe we had existed in previously

We are on the ground floor of a fancy tropical hotel in a world that is supposed to be empty

But someone is sitting there waiting for me. It is Bruce Campbell, sitting at the bar, with his feet up, as if he is waiting for me

I recognise him, I know who he is, but I have no idea how he could possibly be there

"What are you doing here?" I ask him

"Ah, never mind me" he says, "Let's just say I subscribe to you"

As he is talking a body falls to the grass outside, in the night outside, from one of the floors of the hotel above

My daughter watched horrified, as the person who should be dead, struggles to get back up and walk with their broken body

Bruce Campbell chuckles and says "Ahh ... You take me all the best places"

I get the feeling that this is some type of TV show

One more original than anything I have ever seen, that would be amazing to watch

And Bruces last punchline whilst watching a dead body trying to stand back up, was the end of one of the episodes

*Edit: Tuesday 10th November 2026. I have just reread this, after watching "Dexter Resurrection S02E02", which finished with someone falling from a roof

Navy Vessel Warning

A Captain of a Navy Vessel encounters something unknown on the middle of the ocean at night

It sends messages to the ship, which the captain reads

"The first time you engage us, you will receive a warning, that will be like the movement of the Earth itself"

"The second time you engage us, there will be none of you left to tell the tale"

I then saw something that looked like an Earthquake marker on a map somewhere in Asia

Near to what could have possibly been Indonesia or Japan