Massive Earthquake Somewhere Like Inverell

I am somewhere like Inverell

I am talking to my Aunty Angela

She is her netball clothes

I am living in an old house, like my grandparents old house in Inverell

I think my Aunty is there visiting for some type of Netball Competition

There are parts of this where I think I am a cat. I am laying on counter-tops, and things such as this

I collect all the clothes in my room to clean them. It seems strange to me, because I just cleaned all my clothes in the real world

I am going to offer my Aunty to stay in my room. And I am going to take the couch

I hear her leaving

For some reason when I look for her number in my phone, it has been deleted

I have a second phone for some reason. I am considering checking that

I also have the option of asking my family members for her number, but it is a pain in the arse

As I'm thinking this, standing outside, a Holden Commodore full of people is leaving my house, that are with my Aunty

I stop the car and tell them all to come in

My Aunty tries stopping them at the front door, as there is now like 30 of them

I say it is OK, they can come in. I just ask them to respect the house and put all their rubbish in the bin

She reluctantly lets them all in

I see a house full of young university age people and life

A young kid comes down the stairs wearing a blue and gold beach towel

The same blue and gold beach towel I got for Christmas many years ago from my son Joshes grandmother, because I like the Rugby League team Parramatta Eels. She got me the same coloured towel, as the team colours

The same towel I left at my cousin Michaels house in Sydney when I visited there, and never got back

I tell him he is wearing my towel

For some reason I lie to him and say I went and brought that towel specifically, instead of telling him the truth about where I got it

I don't know why I did this. I knew it was a lie as I was telling him. It just seemed easier to explain it as me having brought it

I don't do this in the real world. I try to always be completely honest

I don't know why I lied. It felt very strange as I did it. Not like me at all

Then as he is asking me if it is sure it is mine, an earthquake hits

A shallow, sharp and very violent earthquake

It cracks the windows to the house

Everyone seems freaked out, except for me

I barely noticed it, until it interrupted what I was saying to him

"See!" I said to him, "They are trying to tell you not to fuck with my clothes"

Book Of Shadows - Movie Dream

A man compiles 7 books of knowledge over a 10 year time span, covering various subjects

In order to get the works read and recognised by academia, he approaches a group of friends studying for their degrees at a University, to read the works and possibly use his works for their thesis/dissertation

They all basically laugh the man off, for thinking he has discovered such important information about how the world works

One of the group, a woman, agrees to read one of the 7 parts of the "Book Of Shadows" the man has written. Though she is only doing it out of the goodness of her heart, taking pity on the man for the others laughing at him

She reads the Book and afterwards strange things start happening

She realises that not only is the information the man has written in the Book correct. It is more powerful than the man claimed

Her insight grants her particular "abilities" over other people and the world around her

Abilities she decides others should not know about. Not because of their potential, but because it would/could take away the potential of her advantage in this world

She excels in everything she is doing. Academia and Sport at an Olympic level

But she does not write about what was in the Book, or share it with the world, like the man wanted her too

She instead picks another topic, and begs with the man to keep the information between themselves. Claiming that others should not be given such knowledge

The man is saddened by this

He tells her that he had, in the past, tried giving the information to a group of old, prominent men. Those who were supposed to be wise, who would help him give it to the world

They did the exact same thing that she was doing. They saw the opportunity to exploit the information and wanted to keep it a secret

This is why he decided to try give it to some younger students. Hoping that they may/might not be as corruptable

Sure assures him that she is not "corrupted" and will do no harm with that he gave her

But she also asks to be allowed to read the order 6 books he has written

When she is insistent on it, to the point of appearing manic, he refuses and decides to cut ties with her

But, he warns her that the information she has given cannot be used for personal gain. In the hands of the many, it would be mostly harmless. It would likely bring everyone together in harmony

But in the hands of the few, it is too powerful. It corrupts easily, because the knowledge of how the world works and what it is, should be known by all, not the few

The only people who can handle the temptation of misusing this information are those pure of heart. Those of good intention

She tries to assure him she is of good heart and intention and would not misuse it

He tells her, the fact she wants to keep it secret, means she is exactly the opposite

And lastly, he warms her, that the corruption will come back to haunt her. Regardless of how careful she thinks she is with it

The balance for everything gained, will come back on her and take things from her

He warns her to be careful

Later she calls him, scared. She asks for his help because the world is "falling to pieces around her"

She asks him to meet her at the museum where students are allowed to study at night

No others are around when he attends

Something is indeed happening to her

Some full horror movie type things

He asks for the printed, physical copy of the Book "The seed and the mirror" he had given her back and she gives it to him

But this doesn't stop what is happening

Shadows are literally coming to life and stalking them around the museum

He tells her that she is manifesting deep-seeded pain. That they are being attacked by her fears

She agrees that she used to be afraid of what was in the dark as a child

Eventually, a version of her climbs onto his back (very physically) like a succubus and demands he gives her the other books

She is manifesting her fears, exactly like he said she was, but she is not really scared. She is acting. They are not being attacked by them, she is controlling them

She has set a trap for him. To try force him to give her the other 6 books

When it doesn't work and he refuses to give her the information, she details her plans to kill him, if he doesn't give her the other books

She would paint him out to be a psycho stalker, who had become obsessed with her. And with all he has been studying, his search history on his computer alone would be enough to convince anyone, that he had tried to kill her

Even the messages she had been sending "Please! I'm scared. You need to stop this". Nobody would have any clue what they were talking about. It sounds like he is stalking her

She uses his teachings of the seed and mirror, to mirror him

She seeks out his fears, to manifest them and use them against him

This manifests a large Doberman, with glowing horrible eyes

He is terrified. She forces him into sharing why he is terrified of the dog, as it circles them in the darkness

He watched someone get mauled to death as a child

She brings the dog right up close to him, face to face

She tells him that she kept the Book, she was meant to have given back to him. She scanned it into a digital copy, before she gave it back. She tells him not to worry, it is password protected on her computer. Nobody can access it. But she is keeping it

Just like, so she tells him, she will be keeping all his other books. Once she has finished with him, she will go get them. She just needs him to show her where they are. She plants the seed of a fear of her finding the books in his head, so she can reflect it, manifest it, and see where he hid the books

Then suddenly she realises, he isn't actually afraid. He is also acting

He laughs at her and the dog turns it's attention to her

He tells her it is a pity that she'll never get to read his other books. Especially, one part in particular called: Death and the loss of fear

"Did you forget who wrote these books?"

The Doberman mauls her.  It rips her throat out and kills her

They see sequels to this with her boyfriend (from the first movie)

As well as another sequel/sequels involving her friends, who were the other people in the group the man originally offered the books too, that laughed at him

In these movies, they are suddenly very interested in knowing what was in the books. Because they bore witness to their effect on the girl

They knew all about the power it gave her, though she refused to share the contents with her

In one of them, they crack the password on the digital copy of the book on her computer

I won't detail more of the plot online. But it would make an awesome horror/thriller series

Called "Book of shadows"

“Crown Prince" In Australia In The Late 18th Century

This dream is a very lucid and clear dream

It it not like normal dreams, I would call this a vision

The physics were close to the real world, they were not like a dream

Everything was as clear as if I were awake, living what was happening

Most importantly, peoples eyes were “real” in the vision

When I looked at someone, it was like looking in the eyes of a real person. Something I believe distinguishes experiences like these as visions, rather than dreams

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It is morning and I am swimming at the beach of a beautiful cove. It feels like the East Coast of Australia

As I am leaving the beach, I see a couple of women that appear to be having tea or coffee, sitting at a table outside some type of cafe by the beach

It appears, by the way they are dressed, to be some time in the late 18^th century

I look at one of them and make eye contact. Her eyes are striking and very, very real. As real as any eyes I've ever looked into

They both smile at me eagerly, as if they are hoping I take notice of them

I smile back at them humbly and quickly continue on my way, not wanting to be improper, or to appear as though I am being anything other than friendly. It feels like this type of thing is common, with women being attracted to me (and making it very obvious and apparent)

So I was polite and said good morning, but was very deliberate in maintaining my decorum

I walk to a nearby school or college, where it feels as thought I am running late

Judging by the stone buildings and perfectly kept green gardens, it appears to be a very upper-class, elite type of school

I rush quickly through the front of the school and enter into a large grass courtyard, which is surrounded by the old stone buildings of the school

I pass by some boys in the grass area of the yard, who are in their early teens

Judging by the fact that it fees as though they are younger than me, and the women in their 20's by the beach felt as though they were older than me, I would guess I am probably somewhere around 17 or 18 years old

Though the younger boys are dressed in martial arts attire, they seem to be more “playing” martial artists, than doing any actual type of actual training

I walk past them as they are joking around and hassling, who I assume to be, grounds staff in the yard

They notice me and one of them, being a bully and showing off to his friends, throws a shuriken (ninja star) hardheartedly at me telling me to catch

I don't think it is sharp, because even though it hits me, it does not do any damage

I am however annoyed, because I am late and I don't have time to deal with them

More-so, I am annoyed at their behaviour to not only me, but to the others in the courtyard who seem to be quietly taking their abuse. Probably because they are in a position where they have to, or at the very least, cannot do much about it

But I on the other hand, honestly do not care and I can do something about it

So I stop, pick up the shuriken off the ground and throw it back at the laughing boy who threw it at me, telling him no thanks, and that he can keep it

Except I throw it much harder and with intention

Hard enough that it hurts him, blunt or not

He starts screaming at me, as I continue to walk through the yard ignoring him

He asks me if I know who he is. Then I hear him screaming for his Father, who apparently works at the school in some capacity

His wailing at being so egregiously wronged, causes a large commotion in the background behind me, which I ignore as I am more concerned about being late

As I reach the opposite side of the (rather large) yard, a horse-drawn carriage comes racing up the gravel road around the courtyard to intercept me before I enter the building. It is being driven by men who I assume are some type of administrators (and security, so it would seem) for the school; Including the boys Father

The boy and his friends have also followed, screaming their identification of me to the boys Father as the carriage pulls up behind me

I consider for a second ignoring the men jumping down from the carriage behind me telling me to stop. But I instead stop and walk back to the carriage to talk to them

As soon as the boys Father sees me, he turns and slaps his son, calling him a fool

“Do you know who this is?”

The boy responds that he does not, so his Father clarifies by saying “He is the Crown Prince”

The boy fades and withdraws instantly, as if he is trying to disappear

In this moment, I understand exactly who I am

I was/am the the legitimate heir to the British throne

But it doesn't feel as though my family is seated on the throne for some reason

It feels as though, as if by choice, we had allowed/were allowing/are allowing another family to sit on the throne as a type of caretaker, so that we do not need to

Or perhaps, because, we do not need to

Whatever the case is, these men understand that I am the rightful heir to the throne by blood. Even though I am somehow swimming at a beach in Australia, and it would seem, attending a school somewhere in Australia; instead of being in England

It seems as though some people, like this man, know exactly who I am (possibly by necessity of me attending the school), but most other people do not know who I am

Or possibly, even, know that there is and exists, a more rightful heir to the throne, than those who currently sit on the throne

The boys Father apologises to me profusely about/for his son

I tell him “Your boy should not be playing with oriental weapons. Please deal with him, so that I do not have to”

He apologises to me again and assures me that he will

I walk up the stairs into a large stone building of the school

I walk down a large open corridor to the left and hurry to my class-room

When I enter the room, the lights are off and everyone is watching the projection of a very crude black and white film on the wall

All the tables and chairs in the class-room appear to have been cleared to one side of the class-room, so that the students can all sit on the floor below the projection of the film

The students have early versions of a movie camera on the ground with them to examine quietly, while they were watching the film

I quietly walk through the room to a table at the back of the class-room, where two men are sitting with the projector

The man I approach at the table does not seem impressed with me being late by the way he looks at me, but he does not say anything. He just quietly hands me a camera

More interestingly here:

I surrender a folded up document to him at the table, which is my ID. Which he takes and exchanges for a different set of ID documents

It seems, that whenever I enter or leave the school, this man (who I assume is one of my teachers) gives me a different set of ID documents. And that he also takes care of the other set of ID documents for more at all other times

I put the ID document he gives me in my pocket, take the brick-sized camera and go to sit down quietly with one of the female students at the front of my class

She laughs and jeers me quietly for being late as I sit down next to her

It feels as though she is my best friend

I examine the camera for a moment on the ground in front of me as she is talking to me, then I look up to watch the film on the screen in front of me

I see the footage vividly. As clearly and consciously as if I were awake, watching it in the waking world

It is a silent film, of crude flickering black and white images

We are watching what appears to be a rescue effort of some sort, during some kind of disaster

There is flooding. Water is pouring out the window of a building made out of what appears to be mud-bricks

The water coming from inside the building is getting desperately high, to the point where it is flowing out the windows like a torrent

There is a man trapped inside the building on the other side of the window, almost drowning in the water that is flowing past him out of the window

He cannot escape because there are bars on the window

Men outside are frantically chipping away at the wall around the window, trying to pull the bars out, so that the man can escape

A man climbs onto the window and pulls with all his might against the bars, while pushing outwards against the wall beneath the window with his feet. Fighting to pull the bars out and free the man trapped inside

The water is now so high, that the man can barely hold onto the bars. His feet are slipping under the weight of the water pushing through the window

But he keeps pulling, till eventually, a bar comes free

As it does, he falls backwards off the window into the torrent of water rushing out

As too does the man who was trapped inside, who is spewed out through the window

I tell my female friend I will be back in a moment

I turn around and quietly approach a woman sitting on a chair behind us, in the back of the class-room. I assume she is also one of my other teachers

I sit on a chair next to her to talk to her and she quietly says something to the effect of it being nice of me to make an appearance

I apologise for being late

She leans over and quietly whispers, to ask me “Are we going to dance feet-on-feet later?”

It appears she is teaching me allot more than just my regular studies

I get the feeling that we have been using the cover of her tutoring me in dance after-hours, to have sex

I tell her maybe

She is somewhere in her 20's and attractive, but it feels as though she is way more into me, than I am into her. I am not sure if she knows who I am or not, but it seems like she likely does. And that this is likely the reason why she is so interested in giving me 'dance lessons'

I ask to be excused to go to the bathroom

She points out that I was late and only just arrived, but then excuses me anyway, telling me to be quick

I walk to the bathroom and very deliberately find a mirror, so I can (consciously, as myself in the real, waking world) look at myself in the mirror and see what I look like. And possibly work out who I am in this vision

I look nothing like myself

I see myself clearly

I look myself directly in the eyes and they, again, are as real as any eyes I've ever looked at

I walk out of the bathroom and notice a sign-in chart by the bathrooms, next to the doors where I entered the building

I had forgotten to sign-in

I am signing in, when I notice an old woman in dark dress descending the large wooden staircase behind me

I think she is the principle of the school

A feel a sense of foreboding or something dark surrounding her

I turn to look at her descending the stairs, but then ignore her to continue signing in

She approaches me from behind and I feel a massive magnetic-electrical energy surging against me from where she is approaching

The disturbance becomes so great it is like I am being electrocuted, except that this is a disruptive type of repelling force. I am not conducting the energy. Nor am I insulating it. Rather, it is pushing against me, and I against it, like magnets pushing against each other

Only, to the point where the force is disruptive and near painful

It feels like two impossible forces being pushed together, to the point where they are becoming violent

It starts to cause a physical pain in my body, resisting the forces pushing against it

So much so, that I wake up

Though when I wake up in my bed, I can still feel the electrical energy pushing against me, while awake

Like some type of invisible entity is trying to push through the electrical fields of my body with its own, and the resistance is causing a massive disturbance

Nearly painful

And nearly impossible to describe, as it is unlike anything else I have ever felt

For some reason, I instantly think of Queen Elizabeth II

I don't know how or why, but this dark woman I saw descending the stair-case has something to do with her

Somehow, this impossible connection, or lack thereof, was something to do with her. Very directly

A connection I am not at all happy about/with

 

Being Famous And Partying With Chris Hemsworth

I'm at a party with my friend David

The party is being hosted by Chris Hemsworth

I ask the bartender for a Jacks and Coke

He suggests I try a Jacks and Dry, and that it will be better than any Dry mix I've ever had

He makes the fancy Jacks and dry, which does end up being amazing. As if is made with some type of expensive ginger ale, and has other things mixed in like a cocktail

There is someone riding on my back, like they are getting a piggy back ride. They don't get off when I ask them

I demand they get off, but they don't

So I throw them over my shoulder and punch them in the face several times, telling them I've had enough of them

Then they are kicked out, I think

I decide I should look for Chris Hemsworth and apologise for hitting someone at his party

I'm talking to the people at the bar, that witnessed everything. They said they understood why I hit him, basically

Then, for a moment, I am Chris Hemsworth

He is considering whether the grass is possibly greener on the other side

I try reminding him/myself, about how special what he has with his wife is. But he seems to already know

It doesn't feel like he is going to cheat on her, more like he is just wondering

A woman in particular has piqued his interest, and he is more or less just wondering what life would be like with her

Then I am at a festival. I am famous

People are wanting to talk to me

One of friends ex partners is with me, an American woman. She is walking around with me, as if she is my minder, taking care of me

I'm not sure if she is still with him at this stage

Someone asks for my contact details. I give them my email, because I can't find any business cards

I also seem to be reasonably drunk. In no fit state to be talking business with anyone

As she is escorting me home, I am leaning against her for support, so we are basically hugging as we walk

She talks about getting me home to bed

We are apparently sleeping in the same bed tonight

It is supposed to be completely platonic, but it feels like I have no doubt I'll be having sex with her

I test the waters with her, telling her I probably shouldn't be seen walking with my arm around her in public, because I'm very recognisable

She assures me that nobody around us realises, or recognises me

She is correct

I wake up here

There is a part in between this, where I take control of a large weapon and start taking out people trying to invade us, but I think this just refers to me cleaning the fish tank, when I woke up this morning

The Lion and mirrored lines of probability - "Charlotte Gop / Charlotte G.O.P"

This is the 5th different version (drafts) of this post that I have written. The others are far, far more detailed, regarding the lines of probability, precipitation of events and correlation of other events and phenomena

I am only posting the very basics of this dream publicly because the woman (Lioness) in the dream asked me to

I may/might post other parts of it (from the other versions of this post) in future, if they turn out to be relevant

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I was having a dream involving Lions

I was trying to go to sleep in a womans loungeroom and a Lioness was trying to open the screen door to her apartment

She had a pet cat inside and I was concerned about the Lioness eating it if she got inside

She wasn't being aggressive. Merely curious. Inquisitive. But I did not want her in the apartment regardless

I shut the wooden door, just as she was able to pull the screen door open with her paw

She pushed against the wooden door trying to open it. I had to lean all my weight against the door to stop her getting in

The locks on the door were broken

All except for one small latch

I latched it shut and it seemed to hold pretty well. Though I wondered for how long, considering the weight pushing against the door

I put my foot against the bottom of the door. For a second, I could sense the Lioness sniffing my foot under the door from the other side

She seemed to have stopped pushing on the door. The cat inside the apartment had come over to the door to see what I was doing

There are other parts of this dream in between this, that seem like cyclical occurrence

This was the first "mirrored" part of the dream

It seems that the part of the dream I am describing here, and the second part I'll describe in a moment, are linked. Like layers of a cycle I was seeing very deliberately and clearly, specifically for writing this post

Not only are they specifically and clearly linked to what I'm writing about in this post, they are directly linked with me actually writing this post

I've found recently, that the probability of this world has been so greatly reduced and focused, that it is/has become impossibly apparent and obvious. Sequenced in such a way that it is undeniable noticeable. To the point where you can correlate it both forwards and backwards in time

I have done experiments with control and influence of the lines of probability, in such a way as to test what I am experiencing, and the results are near undeniable

I will push against the lines of probability in my favour, and then sit there and watch as they push back against me, in opposition to me pushing

To the point where I can predict what is likely to happen, just before it happens to me

I will tell someone I am doing well at something

Then, in reply to this, I will watch the world throw something back at me to ruin whatever it was I said I was doing well at

To the point where I can see it coming just before it happens, and I recognise exactly what I said or did, to make it happen. BEFORE IT HAPPENS

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The second part of the dream I am walking through the bush in what I believe is the Northern Territory of Australia, where I live. It is the wet season. The ground is freshly watered by rain and it is nice and overcast

I am on my way somewhere through a fenced clearing in the bush

I see a Lioness approaching. Again, not aggressive. Just playful, curious and inquisitive

There is a young baby, no more than a year old, sitting on the ground near the fence. Her mother is a good 20-30 feet away

Almost a identical mirrored distance away to the Lioness, who runs quickly and unnervingly towards the baby, to investigate what it is

I quickly run towards the baby, worried the Lioness may/might hurt her

But as I do, the baby turns into a Lion cub

A mirror, within the mirror

This experience with the Lioness, and the other experience in the dream earlier, perfectly mirror each other

"Staying at someones house, Lioness at the door

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To:

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Walking on my way somewhere along a fence. Lioness roaming the clearing"

"The Lioness approaching the baby to make me worried

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To

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A cat approaching me after I latch the door closed, safe"

The mirroring and opposites work on levels, within levels. To the point of being impressive, when I sit there and analyse it. Or, if you are able to even see it

The woman and the Lioness, equal distance away either side from a baby, that turns into a cub when the Lioness approaches (but the woman does not). A woman who disappears, as the Lioness approaches

It is all perfectly mirrored

I believe this mirroring, has something to do with the final part of this dream, where I was given a message to post online. As if, mirroring the dream in such a way, was the only way that the Lioness could appear to me as a human woman, with startlingly real eyes, to give me a direct and literal message

One that wouldn't appear to me backwards, as dreams normally do, or otherwise encoded and/or obscured

I continue on to my destination and some more things happen I won't detail, that also directly mirror this second experience in the dream, to the first one

Not only do they mirror each other, they also correlate directly to me writing this post

Which is why I am not detailing it/them, within the post

Or within any of the other versions of this post I have written

These events, in mirror, also seem important to the message being conveyed

Or more specifically I think, being received

The post I am now writing, is directly integrated into both sides of the/these experience(s)

As well as the other posts I wrote, related to this

In the final part of this dream, just before I woke. I encountered a woman

A woman I believe was the Lioness from the other two mirrored parts of the dream, appearing as a human

A Lion-Woman with beautiful, striking eyes

She looked me in the eyes and gave me a very specific message to remember as I wake up

"Add this to your phone" she said, now directly referring to what would be me writing this post on my phone, after I woke up

"Charlotte Gop. Did you get that? Charlotte G.O.P!"

I woke up for a second here

Something seemed to be making sure that I would retain the information in my conscious, waking memory

Like it woke me up very specifically after passing on this message, so that I would remember it

I assured them that I'll remember. Charlotte Gop / Charlotte G.O.P

Then I went back to sleep for a while

Until I woke to write this

I think Charlotte Gop / Charlotte G.O.P, refers to something very particular that will take place in the near future. Or is relevant to something which has taken place already

The only reason I am posting this publicly, is because the woman seemed very specific in making sure I remembered it, and asking that I "put it in my phone", as in, post it

So I'm posting it. As requested

I googled Charlotte GOP and, of course, all I seemed to find was articles about politics in Virginia

I am unsure why or how this is, or will be, relevant. At least, to me (directly)

So possibly, it is meant to be relevant to whoever I was asked to post this for

I guess I/we'll see soon. If indeed it is, even

Charlotte Gop / Charlotte GOP

I was having a dream involving Lions

I was trying to go to sleep in a womans loungeroom and a Lioness was trying to open the screen door to her apartment

She had a pet cat inside I was concerned about the Lioness eating if she got inside

She wasn't being aggressive. Merely curious. Inquisitive. But I did not want her in the apartment regardless

I shut the wooden door, just as she was able to pull the screen door open with her paw

She pushed against the wooden door trying to open it. I had to lean all my weight against the door to stop her getting in

The locks on the door were broken

All except for one small latch

I latched it shut and it seemed to hold pretty well. Though I wondered for how long, considering the weight pushing against the door

I put my foot against the bottom of the door. For a second, I could sense the Lioness sniffing my foot under the door from the other side

She seemed to have stop pushing on the door. The cat inside the apartment had come over to the door to see what I was doing

There are other parts of this dream in between this, that seem like cyclical occurrence

This was the first "mirrored" part of the dream

It seems that the part of the dream I am describing here, and the second part I'll describe in a moment, are linked. Like layers of a cycle I was seeing very deliberately and clearly, specifically for writing this post

Not only are they specifically and clearly linked to what I'm writing about in this post, they are directly linked with me actually writing this post

I've found recently, that the probability of this world has been so greatly reduced and focused, that it is has become impossibly apparent and obvious. Sequenced in such a way that it is undeniable noticeable. To the point where you can correlate it both forwards and backwards in time

I have done experiments with control and influence of the lines of probability, in such a way as to test what I am experiencing, and the results are near undeniable

I will push against the lines of probability in my favour, and then sit there and watch as they push back against me, in opposition to me pushing

To the point where I can predict what is likely to happen, just before it happens to me

I will tell someone I am doing well at something

Then, in reply to this, I will watch the world throw something back at me to ruin whatever it was I said I was doing well at

To the point where I can see it coming just before it happens, and I recognise exactly what I said or did, to make it happen. BEFORE IT HAPPENS

To this end, I've actually written more than 1 different version of this post, and saved them into my blog. From varying separate aspects. Relevant to (seemingly) different topics

They all link together

I'll only be posting this shortened, concise post

This post is an experiment to see how they piece together. Including, the replies I get to this initial post

I posted my own experiences about "feeling" the overwhelming love/light of something unknown, that someone else believed was undeniably God, in their thread on the topic the other day

I did not realise when I posted the reply, but it was almost perfectly opposite in nature to what the original poster had posted, though it was about the same thing

I didn't realise until after they had replied to tell me they thought I "was full of s#!t", that I had written of my experiences, that were/are exactly mirrored to their own

Something in me pointed out, how their responses after this, polarised around my own. As if orbiting

A post from them, and someone else, either side of my own (before and after), that said basically the same thing, but reversed on each other

Even the start and finish of their sentences were opposite. One saying the same thing as the other in the first half of their sentence, while the other said it in the second half of their sentence. One either side of my post

Rather than be annoyed that this person believed they are the only one who could have, or understand such an experience, I recognised what was happening, and what they represented as mirror, for what it was/is

Something told me to test them, to see if they recognised the mirroring. Telling me that they would be oblivious (to it)

So I pointed out the mirroring (to them)

And they were. Completely oblivious

Not only were the both oblivious, but once again, they replied in such a way, in turn, that they mirrored each other around what I was saying

One said, they had no idea what I was talking about

The other agreed and said they would like me to explain

Two opposing sides of a consensus

This was a trap within precipitation, to do with me showing them the mirror in the first place

If I had, explained a second time, when the first explained it perfectly but they were unable to see it, it would be (have been) a type of redundancy, in what was then posted by them, in response to me showing them the mirror

Trying to "close the door" that I had opened and pointed out, in the mirroring of the veil

And so comes this dream

Relevant in a similar type of orbiting, cyclical precipitation

Two separate incidences within the dream that are going to somehow line-up with not only themselves, but also with the other posts I have written, on other things linked to this

And also linked, somehow, to the words, "Charlotte Gop"

This is not intended to be so much a discussion, as it is documenting to the phenomena. So I can analyse the workings of the veil and mirroring a little more closely with that takes place after I post this publicly

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The second part of the dream I am walking through the bush in what I believe is the Northern Territory of Australia, where I live. It is the wet season. The ground is freshly watered by rain and it is nice and overcast

I am on my way somewhere through a fenced clearing in the bush

I see a Lioness approaching. Again, not aggressive. Just playful, curious and inquisitive

There is a young baby, no more than a year old, sitting on the ground near the fence. Her mother is a good 20-30 feet away

Almost a identical mirrored distance away to the Lioness, who runs quickly and unnervingly towards the baby, to investigate what it is

I quickly run towards the baby, worried the Lioness may/might hurt her

But as I do, the baby turns into a Lion cub

A mirror, within the mirror

This experience with the Lioness, and the other experience in the dream earlier, perfectly mirror each other

"Staying at someones house, Lioness at the door

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To:

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Walking on my way somewhere along a fence. Lioness roaming the clearing"

"The Lioness approaching the baby to make me worried

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To

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A cat approaching me after I latch the door closed"

The mirroring and opposites work on levels, within levels. To the point of being impressive, when you are able to see it

The woman and the Lioness, equal distance away either side from a baby, that turns into a cub when the Lioness approaches (but the woman does not). A woman who disappears, as the Lioness approaches

It is all perfectly mirrored

I continue on to my destination and some more things happen I won't detail, that also directly mirror this second experience in the dream, to the first one

Not only do they mirror each other, they also correlate directly to me writing this post

Which is why I am not detailing it/them, within the post

The post I am now writing, is directly integrated into both sides of the/these experience(s)

As well as the other posts I wrote, related to this

In the final part of this dream, just before I woke. I encountered a woman

She looked me in the eyes and gave me a very specific message to remember as I wake up

"Add this to your phone" she said, now directly referring to what would be me writing this post on my phone, after I woke up. "Charlotte Gop. Did you get that? Charlotte G.O.P!"

I woke up for a second here

Something seemed to be making sure that I would retain the information in my conscious, waking memory

It woke me very specifically after passing on this message, so that I would remember it

I assured them that I'll remember. Charlotte Gop / Charlotte G.O.P

Then I went back to sleep for a while

Until I woke to write this

And it wasn't until I wrote this, that I realised that Charlotte directly correlates to my post in the other thread, from the other day

More precisely, I think Charlotte Gop / Charlotte G.O.P, refers to something very particular that will take place in the near future

The only reason I am posting this publicly, is because the woman seemed very specific in making sure I remembered it, and that I "put it in my phone", as in, post it

I googled Charlotte Gop, and of course found articles related to Virginia and the GOP. But I know nothing about (and care nothing about) American politics

So I am unsure why or how this is, or will be, relevant

I guess I'll see soon. If indeed it is, even

Lines of Euclidean in space-time measurement and fully conscious astral time travel

I had a dream showing measurement of spacetime, using Lines of Euclidean

I pulled a woman (Meika Woollard) back across dimensions of time and space, to talk to herself

To tell herself, why she needs listen to me about what her future will be like, with, or without me

I had just finished returning an alternate version of her through space, who had lived without me

A version of her, that she did not wish to become

The other older version, was exactly the person that she wished to become

She first thing she told her, was how it were possible that she was there, talking to herself across time

She explained the lines of Euclidean, and our ability to transit across them, to essentially travel through time and do things such as talk to past versions of ourselves

She told her to listen to me

Told her that some of the most important answers she will ever have in this world, will be things I tell her, that she forgets

Passing Through Realms Or Realms Of Reality

I woke up in my room

At least it looked like my room

I was in the same house and same bedroom, but it looked like the future

It was clear, full-colour and as real-looking as being awake in this world

My bed is in a different position in the room. Set in the middle of the South end of the room, with my feet facing North

Where as my bed is now, normally (as it has been for 7-8 years) against the South wall with my feet facing East

I pick up a measuring cup next to my bed I use for feeding my tropical and native fish in the morning

I have a large tank with clown loaches, kuhlii loaches, black widow tetra, black neon tetra, runny nose tetra and guppies

But the tank also contains some beautiful and (relatively) rare native fish Mary River rainbowfish, only found in particular creeks off one particular river in the world and a school of threadfin rainbowfish that are only found in one particular swamp in the world

I say relatively rare, but the fish are not endangered, or as risk. It is just rare for them to be seen inside someones fish tank

I am probably one of the only people in the world that has them in a home aquarium

I tell you this, to give you context and understand why I freak out in a moment

For some reason I have left the feed cup by the bed, which I never do

And for some reason it has a dried version of the bloodworms I normally feed them in the bottom of the cup

As if it had been left out in the sun to dry out all the water and harden

I add water from another cup next to my bed to redehydrate the contents of the cup, and the dried contents on the bottom not only form hydrate back into food, it is live food. A small school of tiny fish

Something that confuses me for a moment. But the fish will love it

I walk out to do my morning routine and pour it in the tank, but now the cup of covered in ants as well somehow

The fish won't mind. They probably love eating some live ants off the surface of the water, so I tip the cup into the tank and wash it through the water

Then I notice the neon light is not working on the tank

Not just this, but the water-level is way higher than I set it to

My sister, who lives with me, is there and I ask her about why the water-level is so high and the the light isn't working, while I try fix it, by re-seating the tube

The light comes on and the tank water is milky

So milky, that I can't see anything in the tank

I instantly freak out, realising something very bad has happened

I look on the shelf above where all the food and medications sit, but they are gone

They must be in the tank!

I stick my hand into the tank as quickly as I can go pull out the bottles which must be leaking in the tank. There is formaldehyde and all sorts of different poisons that could be leaking in the water

Of course, in the real world, the bottles wouldn't leak, they would simply float in the water, but it all happened so quickly, I didn't have time to rationalise anything but what must have happened for the water to be so milky

But in the water I found nothing

I couldn't feel anything in the tank at all

"There is nothing in there" I told me sister. "No fish. No ornaments. No plants. Nothing"

As I'm standing there looking at the tank, reasoning how this could be possible, trying to work out what happened ...

Reality starts shifting

My vision flashes between layered realms and realities

I could have even been moving through time

The tank stayed almost exactly the same, but everything about it flashed between different realities

The contents of the tank shifted

I saw a tank with a turtle in it, instead of fish

Then flashes of different tank set ups

Some with different ornaments

Some with logs

Some with different fish. Different lighting

"Hold on", I said to my sister. "I think my vision is returning"

Though it felt a little strange to me that the dimensions of reality were visibly shifting in front of my eyes, it felt more as though I was confused, and a little annoyed, as to 'why' it was happening

I focused on the tank and it felt like I was concentrating on realigning the correct version of reality

Like manually tuning in an old television set

Returning myself back to my native world/realm and reality

The tank eventually returned to normal, like flicking through different channels, overlayed on top of each other

The turtle and all other versions of the tank disappeared and I was back where I should be

I woke up here, for real this time, in my bed

And immediately went out to check on my fish. Who were thankfully, all alive and happy

Missing Girl Found By Devil

A poster of a missing girl is on a billboard

I look at the billboard and as the post

Family and friends are heartbroken. Starting to give up, thinking she is dead

Even I think she is dead to begin with

I decide to help them find out for sure

I summon the effigy of a woman and drape a black cloth over her face

I place my hand on the cloth, covering her face

I start speaking an unknown language. Sounds similar to Latin, but is definitely not Latin. Something tells me it is Aramaic, but I'm not sure

The effigy squirms under my hand, but I hold her still. Holding her down by the face, without hurting her,  or suffocating her

I move in close, while I "connect" with the missing girl through her

"She is alive" I say out loud to her loved ones in the dream

I see an image of the girls face on the effigy, as the black cloth falls away

At first it is the face of a dead woman. Eyes bulging in her head

But then the eyes retract back into their sockets and are breathes in heavily

The effigy changes into me talking to the woman directly, through her dreams

I tell her that she needs to tell those who are looking for her that she is alive

At first she ignores me

Goes about her business

So I warn her again. It feels like this is a second visit on another night. Thought it is only seconds apart for me

This time I am much, much clearer in what I tell her. Telling her that I wasn't asking her to do it, I was telling her. She must do it

She asks who, or what I am

I tell her I'm the Devil

She asks me to repeat, as if she misheard me

So I say it again, this time with very clear emphasis on each syllable

I ... AM ... THE ... DEV ... IL

A second later, I see her knocking on someones front door

They great get excitedly, hugging her, exclaiming "You're alive!"

The girl, whether she cares to admit it or not, is very happy

She is giggling as they hug her and fuss all over her

😊

A meeting of the Archangels / Council of Angels - The return of the Lion

 

A Meeting Of The Archangels – Return Of The Lion

I am amongst a group of people

It is like we are being ripped through dimensions

Half, not by choice

There is a flood and people are evacuating

A group, or council of people are being taken from their place in the real world, into this middle realm

A massive flood, hitting a stone city with a large centre lock/keep of water, with 5 long walkways around the outside supporting it

Most evacuate within a boat. A woman is intentionally left behind. But is given the key to finding lost translations of important texts, hidden within their library

It is hard to explain. But the woman was about to die

But, at the same time, it was necessary. She was left behind in the floods and given time to find the translations. So that the texts would enable her to meet us on the other side of death

Somehow, through her understanding, she would end up where we were going

It was like the souls of people from all over time and space, in what we would call our real world, being ripped through into one particular place for a meeting

I see the inside of car as it passes over layers of different realities into this world where we are meeting

The car attaches itself to a modern city sky-scraper, bending the laws of physics, the car begins to twist and climb straight up the side of the building like an elevator

The person in the car seems to understand they are being taken somewhere. And they don't seem too happy about it, sighing, as they are basically carried by the ferryman to this other realm/world

We are in some type of in-between realm. Where the real world, and some sort of other world combine

People have real eyes. We are conscious. But the physics of the world are thin, like in the dream realm

Colours are washed out, so the world has a grey “black and white” tone to it, but the colour is far smoother and full, somehow, than it is in our world

There is a group of around 30 or 40 men and women in the room

We appear to be communicating about what needs be done in this world

The communication is instant and unspoken

Nobody seems to say a word. But all questions and answers are somehow considered in a shared understanding almost instantly

“We need to return the Lion”

I say this out-loud. The first words spoken in voice amongst the group

Immediately I understand that we are something similar to what people would call Archangels in this world

Though I understand what Archangels really are, this is the best way I can think of to describe what the people in the room are

None of us know each other. But we are all instinctively thinking and feeling as one group

Most of the Archangels in the room have no idea what I am referring to

Though none of them speak, or disrespect what is being said. They simply listen

“There is only 4 of us here who are old enough to remember it”

I look to 3 others in the room. All of which are standing in the same corner of the room, around the table I am seated at, talking to them

I sense a common feeling amongst all the younger Archangels. Like we are being presumptuous to assume we are the 4 oldest. Some find it amusing. Others find it insulting

There is a mood amongst them, as if this is a mock process

They are so adapt at projecting their emotional connections, that while speaking, I start to feel like I am an actor, playing out lines

Like everything I am saying is a joke

It is like a shared emotional consciousness, mocking me, because, in their eyes, I have the audacity to assume that I am amongst one of the 4 oldest in the room

I have the audacity to assume I understand something that they do not

I understand what is happening through our connection. And I carry on, regardless

“What do you think?” I ask one of the other 3 oldest in the room

Two of them are older looking men, who look like they are well into their 60's or 70's

The 3^rd, standing in the corner near the door, has his head down against the wall. Avoiding looking at everyone in the room, or letting them see his eyes

He looks to be in his 20's or 30's. One of the younger looking people in the room. He is also one of the most aesthetically “good looking” of the Archangels in the room. Strangely attactive

He says nothing and it feels as though he wishes to be left alone. Like he is only there out of necessity

The one I am speaking to, is one of the older men

I look into his eyes as I am talking to him, and they are as real as the eyes of any I would look into, in the real waking world

I get the sense that he is also sense the shared feeling amongst the rest of the younger Archangels, mocking. He is as aware of it as I am, but he also ignores it and persists

The general feeling I get, is that we can't blame them for not believing that they are not amongst the 4 oldest in the room

Most of them have no idea how old they are

Most of them also have no idea who any of the others in the room are. For many of them, this is likely the first time any of them, have met any of the rest of us

They cannot be blamed for a trait that is inherent to their nature, so we ignore them, slightly bemused, and he answers me

“I have my wife” he said

He talks about his need to keep her, and follow whatever course is necessary to do so

Something which is a near identical consideration to why I believe the meeting is being called. To address the issue of balance. And what to do about it

Though there are two others in the room that are old enough to know what the Lion is, and what I referring to, it seems that I only need the consensus of the one amongst them I have already spoken to

Not that I don't/didn't want their opinion. But it feels more like, for whatever reason, I could sense they did not want, or need to give one. Or, they would possibly simply go along with whatever I, and the Archangel I spoke to decided

The room morphs into a pulsating centre of force, gravity and all physics. Like reality itself formed down to a pearl-shell coloured vortex of power, that feels like the source of all creation itself

I became semi-conscious at this state. Both still seeing this pulsating energy, and also seeing my room around me at the same time

“We will return to the Lion” it said

My head throbbed and I could feel my consciousness talk along with it

I see powerful flash of the symbol of the pyramid, with an eye inside its top peak

Suddenly all the younger Angels are very silent, and understand their place

The mocking feeling shrank and disappeared very quickly, like children who suddenly realised they were in trouble and needed to shut up and listen

The overall sense and shared feeling, was of something very serious. Like a decision or verdict being handed down in court

Something powerful speaks/spoke through me, addressing them so they could all hear, and the message would be very clear, and clearly received

But it also spoke though me, to me

It is hard to describe

It feels like your conscious mind throbbing inside your own head to speak, so that your words and thoughts are perfectly in sync and are 100% your own. But they are also 100% not your own

Like another part of you somewhere, and the part of you that are here, momentarily talk together, so that what is there, can say something through you here

Something you may not entirely understand. Or sometimes, you even find yourself speaking languages fluently, that you don't quite understand (or understand at all). Sometimes, directly to people who do understand that language

It is me, but only in what it needs to speak. It is with me. Through me. As me. But as more than me

As such, I am paraphrasing what it said below, from what I can remember hearing of it, as I was waking up

The way it spoke these things was far more authoritative and eloquent than I have written them here

I also did not hear all of what was said. But I think this is because I do not need to

The details and nature of what was being said, are supposed become very apparent to this world soon enough

At least, that's the very definitive and final sense I got, from what was being said

Enough so that I decided to write this and post it for perpetuity. So none can say it wasn't ordained

[quote]“The Lion is to be returned”

“Do you know what this symbol means? What it truly means?” (Referring to the symbol of the pyramid with an eye inside its upper peak)

“It is a symbol which means that all are welcome under its banner”

“In places where this symbol is flown. Truth must be given”

“Churches will be allowed to remain, but only under condition”

“They can be open as places of hope. But they must give truth, and must be free to all. As the Lion allows them freely to exist”

“Any who seek the Church, must be told of, offered, and given access to the Lion, and to the original understand, first”

“Any who are already with the Church, must be told of the Lion. Who came before. From which their Church comes”

“Knowing the Lion. It will then be their choice if they wish to consider and accept the additional considerations, offerings, teachings and Gods, of the Church”

“The Churches must acknowledge the Lion and original understanding, and allow its access to all”

“As the Lion will also allow the Church to continue its alternate and additional considerations of possibility, under such condition”

“The Lion must be acknowledged by Churches, as their origin, or they will not be allowed to continue their versions of the original understanding”

“Only then, will they be allowed to freely consider additional offerings and interpretations”

“In turn the original understanding of the Lion, will be offered to all, without exception, or restriction”

“Any who attempt to limit or oppose access to truth, the Lion and light, must be addressed. In the same way that people will be allowed to continue alternate considerations”

It went on to say that under the Lion,

“Voices “speaking” into the minds of children would not be allowed, except in the circumstance that the child was very sick and needed/needs comfort”

“In all lands under the Lion, communion would no longer be allowed”

“And baptism would not be allowed to be carried out. Until such time as the child had been properly taught and versed in the Lion and allowed access to original understanding”

“After this, when they were old enough to make their own choice, the child could decide to become a member under alternate considerations, such as with choosing Churches or Gods. And by/through such, things such as Baptism. But they must understand the Lion first and be allowed access to the original understanding”[/quote]

Though it was very specifically referring to Churches within what it was saying, I get the feeling and understanding, that this also applies to things such as Government and other groups and societies

That they must freely offer the original understanding to all, or not be allowed to continue with their own considerations in this world. Alternate or otherwise

Most interesting to me is that "Any under the banner of the pyramid and eye, must give truth"

This means the American Government will need to come clean about everything, including things like 911

MOVIE - Premonition Of War

I had a clear vision of what seemed to be a movie

A future society based on honor and honesty

A group of young friends are concerned when one of them has a premonition of War

An upcoming event, where a meeting of worlds, is supposed to bring about an alliance and peace

But his premonition is that their culture needs to go against their normal rule of life and be distrustful, and prepared for war

When another of the same group of friends has a clear premonition of the same war, the friends write a document petitioning their Government, as is the way amongst their people

Such is their system of honour and honesty, that when 5 people come together to write such official petitions, they are taken very seriously

So seriously, that the document brought before their Government threatens to bring their world to the brink of War

Ethereal Meeting With American Man Who Spread COVID and his friend who tries infecting me

At first I hear someone talking about COVID

"It wasn't released in Wuhan. It was released in the Province by a dermal patch

The person later traveled to Wuhan"

Then I am sitting at some bar where crazy rich Asian men have intravenous drips attached to a big alcoholic beverage

They say it is like 300% alcohol. The best way to drink

I pass on the experience

Then I am sitting across from an American man in his 50's or 60's. At a table full of other people in a pub

I don't know how, but I know he is responsible for releasing COVID

"How did you release it?" I asked him

"Release what?" he asked me

Suddenly we are not so much asleep

Something takes over inside me and both he and I go semi-lucid within our meeting inside the dream state

I point to a pile of souvenirs on a keyring he is carrying around with him

You have all the markers. You've been to all the locations

I start listing the places he has deployed the virus

America

Australia

Japan

Costa Rica

I am very interested in the fact he released it in Costa Rica. This seems to me, now that I think about it awake, to be the place he visited that will be his downfall and get them all caught

The only one I couldn't get is where exactly he released the virus in Europe

I asked him where in Europe he deployed the virus

He has stopped talking to me. But he has no choice but to listen

"You are originally from Belarus, aren't you?" I said to him. More pointing out I knew where he was originally from, than asking a question

He is uncomfortable, but laughs at me, as if I am the one who is playing a dangerous game

"Istanbul?" I ask him. Suddenly drawn to another place he has been in his past

He looks me directly in the eyes and I sense he is thinking about bringing me to the attention of his handlers

He takes a Polaroid picture of me. Rolls it up and eats it

His eyes are real, as we look at each other

"Go ahead" I tell him. "When they find out who I am, they will kill you"

I clap on a box in my hand

He looks around expecting something to happen. But nothing does

Then, just as he starts laughing at me

A man walks up out of nowhere and grabs him in a loose choker hold from behind. A policeman is walking next to him

They say something to him and leave

He instantly tries to mirror me. Throw whatever I have done back at me

Something tells me, he is trying to see me infected with COVID

I laugh back at him, telling him to go ahead. And that I am naturally immune

The mirroring he is carrying out comes to effect

A person wraps their arm around me in a loose sleeper hold and carefully sticks a ultra-fine pin, like an acupuncture needle, directly into the middle of the bridge of my nose. As to try infect me with whatever the needle was dipped in

I taste it instantly in my sinus. But I am not worried. It won't effect me

Neither will the mirroring

I easily overpower the persons grip

I pull the needle out and quickly jam it as deep as I can push it into the bridge of their own nose

They weren't expecting it

I pushed it so deep that it felt like it penetrated the bone in their body

The big difference between us, is I'll be fine

He, wherever he is, and whoever he is, will be very, very sick

He got whacked with his own stick

Police Chasing 4WD With Backpackers And A Snake Pit

I'm in a building I own. A Massive business building full of machinery for making something

I'm really old in this dream. Probably in my 70's or 80's

I think someone has broken into the building. A young man

I'm fighting with him and he runs. I pick up a weapon that I think I took off him. I think it may/might be part of one of the machines, or something similar. Some type of steel rod/stick

He runs out doors out the back. There is no way out the way he has run. I realise he has to come back through the door inside to where I am, so I wait by the door to hit him with the steel rod/stick, when he comes back in

He doesn't come back in

I open the doors and notice the impenetrable doors to outside, that are supposed to be locked, aren't there. They have been replaced by clear builders tarp, which is flapping around in the breeze from where the young man cut a hole in it to escape

Geographically, we are in Darwin City. Somewhere near Edmund St

Then I'm arriving at a house next to a set of train tracks. I don't feel like ever been where I am geographically. So it could be anywhere. But it feels like Australia

My friend Marcus is sitting in a the front seat of a car in the driveway of the house

It feels like I am picking him up to give him a lift somewhere, the same as I do each morning

I am much younger now

There is a moment where I am trying to decide which car to take

He is being mopey and depressive, and won't invite me inside. He'll barely even talk to me

Eventually I have enough and tell him it's not fair. I tell him I wake up every morning depressed, not wanting to live, and I still force a smile and act happy for the people around me, because that is what you do

I'm about to walk off and leave him

I think this changes his attitude and he starts talking to me

Then someone is in the driveway trying to catch a cat that has ran underneath the car

I catch hold of it near the front tyre, while he is completely under the car, so I hold it until he gets out and can take it from me

Then, Police are chasing a stolen 4WD around the neighbourhood

We get a front-row show of the car crossing the tracks, then stopping and turning around, with the Police chasing. The house is set up on hill, overlooking the tracks, so looking down at see everything

The 4WD drives through the yard of a backpackers

Young men from the backpackers jump on top of the car as it is moving, to try force the driver to stop

A whole heap of them. At least 10

We watch as the 4WD starts driving through fences next to the train track. Some of the backpackers fall of the car. Another has opened the drivers door and is struggling with the driver to stop the car

Then the 4WD plows through the wall of another backpackers a few doors down

The walls and roof of the building collapse as the car drives through

Everyone watching with me starts freaking out because there were peoples bedrooms and dorms behind those walls

The 4WD had literally just plowed into a heap of people in bed

I watch as they start pulling injured people from the wreckage of the house

Then I am on some small stone hill. It looks like it is outback Australia. But it is still in the middle of an Australia city like Sydney. Still not sure which it is exactly

We have a special sonic device attached to the stone ground designed to remove snakes in the ground

It sends pulses of sound frequency into the rock and down into the ground that drives the snakes out. Makes them all emerge from their holes in the ground

This one has hundreds, if not thousands of holes and snakes

They start emerging from everywhere

I refer to the snakes that are emerging as "Smart snakes". I seem to be referring to the ones who emerge quickly to see what is going on

I am brushing snakes away from me from all sides as they emerge from the groun

There is way too many for comfort

I have to physically move the device and reposition myself slightly lower and away from the rock peak/outcrop where hundreds of snakes are emerging from

Someone I am with tells me that these snake pits can be like their cities of tunnels underground

Some of them are to to 25Kms in size and can sustain an entire species of snake

He estimated that this one, even though it is underground in a main city in Australia, is as big as 1Km in size. Containing countless snakes

Playing To A Massive Crowd With Guest Musician

I am on stage playing with my band

A guest musician comes up on stage and plays a cover of one of my songs

He feels to me like a famous musician. Someone who plays a similar style of music to Bruno Mars

I come out and join him. We play the rest of the song together with the whole band

There are allot of people in the crowd. I can't see them through the lights from the stage. But the stage is massive and the noise of the crowd is at least 10s of thousands of people

I have flashes throughout this sequence of other times within my music career, playing on stage

Learner Pilot Flies Straight Over American Military Base

I'm with a learner pilot in a Cessna. I'm telling him how to fly

He goes directly over a U.S Military base on the coast as we are taking off over the ocean, even though I'm screaming at him not to

We fly through the forest

Then we get shot down into the ocean, because he wouldn't answer their radio calls

We wake up from crashing in the ocean. It is some type of simulation, and I am curious at the other man

We are part of some council of men

I tell them I quit

I will not work with that fucking idiot again

I leave

The council realises he is an idiot and fires him, so I can return

They send him out on foot along the coast in the forest, near the U.S Military base

We then go out after him on foot

We are hunting him to kill him

We go through some type of abandoned power plant

He are "smelling" bones, to track him

We get confused by the bones of dogs

Until i find him

He tries to tackle me over a cliff into the water

The same water we crashed into earlier

I sprout wings

I tell him he's a fucking idiot. I have wings

I start to gouge his eyes out, but I feel sorry for him as begs me not to, so I stop

He'll be dead in a minute anyway, I think to myself, as I fly him back over to the council, waiting to kill him

We are all some type of vampires

I wake up

Entire Rick And Morty Episode

I watched an entire episode of Rick And Morty, including the end credits scene, which was actually a CG "Universe" scene that ran under the entire end credits

It had some sort of link to the Casino in Darwin. Because in one scene where Rick is helping Morty find the source of his emotional pain (in the form of an alternate version of himself), the place they are walking past is literally overlayed with the road outside the Casino in Darwin. Or at least that is where it felt, geographically

I woke up wondering why I had just watched a whole Rick and Morty episode

Usually when I see large chucks of movies or TV shows, it is to prevent people in this world from receiving the "inspiration" to make that particular TV show or movie

I basically see it, so that it can/will never be made. At least not without me

(There is also a strong link between these visions and inspirations for stories being given, and the Jewish people. I've literally visited a conscious, non-effigyan realm, where Jewish people with real looking eyes were lucidly awake, receiving "inspiration" for movies

I watched them, watching a movie, that they would/could then go and write down when they woke up

This realm was so real, that they freaked out at the fact someone else, me, was present inside the realm, seeing what they were doing

This is what leads me to believe certain TV/Movie inspirations are given to me, so they can't be made

If I see them, it means they can't)

With the Rick and Morty episode I ask the question as to whether I saw the episode to finish the show, or prevent them from making any more

I was assured, that it was only to stop them from making a particular show in future

So something could not be taken from me

Casuarina Shopping Centre In The Future

I was in Casuarina Shopping Centre

Except it was much bigger than it is today

I was at a shop in what used to be the Army Surplus many years ago

Someone was talking about how old a man was compared to his wife

For some reason the man and his wife were my friend Scotts parents

I mentioned that the old man was Scotts father

I messaged the old man to go meet him

He told me where he was once and I started walking down towards the far end of Casuarina

Casuarina didn't end where Woolworths is today

Instead it extended all the way out past Bradshaw Terrace to near where Hungry Jacks is

I rang him again because I forgot where he said he was

He told me he was outside the Pub/Club/Restaurant called "The Klink", but he called it "Klinkers", much to the amusement of his wife

I met him outside the Pub in the beer garden area

Eiffel Tower Broken And Burning. Statue Of Liberty Replaced

I saw a clear vision of the Eiffel Tower broken in half, burning

The landscape around the Eiffel tower was all burnt yellow in color as if the whole city around it was burning as well

I then saw the Statue of Liberty

It became a dark silhouette and I saw blueprints for a massive lighthouse tower being drawn over the top of it

It felt for a second like the massive lighthouse, which stood around one and half times as tall and twice as wide as the Statue of Liberty, is what was supposed to be there

But for some reason the Statue of Liberty ended up there instead

The massive lighthouse was also slightly offset to the position of the Statue of Liberty

It was set about 3 lengths of the Statue of liberty to its left, as you are facing it front on

Plane, Helicopter And Car Crash

This dream/vision was a compilation of near crashes and crashes

It started in a plane

I was a passenger on a commercial airliner

The pilot announced an emergency landing and started falling towards the ground, seemingly with little control over the aircraft

We were supposed to be landing in Darwin, but I think we were now landing somewhere in the bush outside Darwin

The last large drop was sudden and fairly violent, with the plane dropping to the left

As straightened up from the drop in altitude I realised that the runway was right in front of us

We landed reasonably safely

Everyone got off the aircraft

I could feel the emotion of bending down and touching the dirt, on the ground safely

All the passengers were in a small outback bush terminal, discussing how we were going to get back to Darwin. Whether they'd send us a bus, or another plane

I wondered how they would fix the plane

Would they take the wings off and truck it to Darwin, or would they and mechanics out to fix it?

Someone answered my question by telling me the pilot was flying the plane back to Darwin without passengers

I watched the plane taking off wondering why they didn't just fly us all to Darwin, if it was still capable of flying

I watched the plane take off

Then I noticed another old biplane flying close to the runway

It was in the middle of some type of acrobatic maneuver, spiraling towards the ground

Midway through the maneuver, it lost control and started plummeting to the ground

As it was falling, it morphed into a red 4WD, falling out of the sky

Then just before impact, it turned into a massive helicopter. Or possibly something similar to a osprey

It smashed into the ground near the end of the runway with such force, that the nose of the craft shot out like a bullet, smashing through the small aircraft terminal I was standing next to. Likely killing some of the passengers inside that had survived the emergency landing

Then the billowing smoke from the explosion came rushing towards us, like a pyroclastic flow

I warned everyone to cover their mouth and we all did, just before the cloud hit us

Massive 40 Storey Castle Walls

I had a very clear vision in my dream

One of the visions where I am fully conscious and awake somewhere else, as if I am awake in this world

I saw I as clearly and profoundly as if I had visited it in this world and stood in awe of what I was seeing

Vividly and in full colour. Unmistakably clear

First of all, I was inside a massive indoors auditorium

This was in ancient days. Everyone was wearing old clothing and a dollar was expensive currency

The auditorium had impossibly high roofs and architecture for this world. This building would be a wonder of the world if it existed today, in this world

The roofs was massively high. Maybe 40 storeys. It was similar in size to the inside of the Sydney Opera House. Except this building was made of stone

They were setting up some type of court in the building

Prisoners were being brought in for trial. I was asking one of the guards how many prisoners were coming in, because I needed to set up and arrange seating for them. He said 21

I needed 21 more seats. It was going to cost be $1- per seat. Which I sensed was allot. But to me, money didn't seem to be a problem. I was happy to pay it

In fact, I dropped a 10C coin near the guard by accident and I told him he could keep it

I saw round Australian 50C pieces

I went to arrange the seating for the prisoners on trial

I saw glimpses of me assembling seats. Primitive. Then futuristic design. One amazing but simple design for a portable, fold away chair, that I may revisit in future to design

I saw glimpses of one of the prisoners in court who had been found guilty, being beheaded in their seat, in front of everyone in the auditorium

I also saw glimpses of this building in the future

Hundreds of years later, when they were holding concerts inside

I saw them setting up a stage with speakers and amplifiers. I heard music playing in the background that sounded really familiar, but was no band I've ever heard before on Earth

Possibly one of my future songs I haven't written yet

Then, the part that was truly amazing

So clear and realistic, it was as if I had woken up consciously from my dream somewhere else, specifically to witness what I was seeing

I walked out the exit doors on the side of the auditorium and stage, onto a massive open road out the back that was like some type of loading bay

It was a castle of some sort

But not like any castle on Earth

The road was wide enough that you could you at least 10 lanes of traffic down it

The walls on either side were impossibly high. At least 40 storeys high

The design was perfect stone

Not formed blocks or brick. It was prefect, flawless stone

If it had been built using blocks or bricks, it had been done so precisely and flawlessly that you could not see any joins. The entire castle walls looked like one solid 40 storey high piece of stone

But I don't think these were blocks or bricks. I think the stone was somehow poured like concrete, using sea water

The stone looked like granite, or some similar type of smooth and hard grey rock

The wall itself was dead-straight, without any corners or junctions. It was laid back at about a 18 degree angle

I get the feeling the wall itself was a massive long 36 degree standing isosceles triangle

I was awesome to look at

I wondered for a moment if this castle was relative to any castle on Earth like Windsor Castle. But I immediately thought it to be impossible

Just this one wall alone dwarves Windsor Castle. And the stone work and architecture is so far more advanced and beyond anything used anywhere in this world, let alone Windsor Castle. The wall looks like one, perfectly formed and flat some surface. Like a impossible natural cliff face

The stone work of this building would be still be around hundreds, if not thousands (if not hundreds of thousands), of years after Windsor Castle, or any other brick or block building on Earth has crumbled to ruin

I would put money on it being around long after the pyramids had crumbled to ruin, that's how good the stonework was/is

I think this may be why, in my vision, I saw court being held in the building long-ago in the past, as well as some type of concert being set up inside the castle auditorium long into the future. To give an idea of how long the building would be around for

When I saw it in the future with the modern paved road, it will looked prefect and flawless. Untouched by time

Blood Clot - One Direction - The Vatican

I saw a blood line being severed or cut. Like something pinching a vein, so that blood spews out in all directions

Then I saw a famous persons face. He looked mildly like a modern John Lennon, but something told me it was a member of one direction. I get the feeling that are dead. Something to do with the blood being cut off

Then I saw the high arching roof of a cathedral. I guess that it is somewhere like Vatican City

Cause Of The Caronavirus And How To Fix It - You Cannot Vaccinate A Mutating Gene

I had a dream/vision this morning regarding the Caronavirus that I found rather interesting and I thought I would share

I say dream/vision, instead of dream, because these types of dreams are different from the standard normal dreams I have/would have my entire life. They seem deliberate in some way. It is hard to go into and explain. It's easier just to say dream/vision

I am witnessing a young girl who is talking to a Government Agency about a intelligence she is in contact with. This intelligence wants to take her into the future (beyond the year 3,000) in order to fix a problem within the timeline today. Apparently, you can fix issues within the past, by correcting them in the future

She is telling them that they are allowed to send people with her and monitor what happens, when this intelligence arrives, if they wish

They do not believe her. Because she is young, they treat what she is saying as if it were an overactive imagination

Until a strange black craft appears in space right next to them, exactly where she said they would arrive, when she said they would arrive. You can easily make out the dimensions and shape of the craft, but it seems impossibly black to look at, and therefore impossible to clearly make out

They try to make contact with this craft, but it will not speak with them. It will only speak with the young girl

So they get her to make contact instead and this time the intelligence speaks with them (in perfect English). They are inside some type of Government control centre

She asks the intelligence if it will speak with the representative from the Government who is in the room with her, so they can ask some questions

It agrees

Q: How many living, are onboard your craft?
A: None

Q: Are you some type of artificial intelligence?
NO ANWER

Q: You have the capability of travelling to the future?
A: One of the possible futures

Q: How many possible futures are there?
A: For this time, with those relevant people involved and present, around fourteen million possible times. I say around fourteen million, because it would be pointless to give a exact figure, as such a figure would be changed before such a figure could be given. It is around fourteen million times

Q: Relevant people involved and present? How many futures without us?
A: None

Q: Why have we never encountered you before today?
A: You have, you just weren't aware of it. You refer to our prior meeting as “Unknown. Class C” Alpha 2” Though technically this is incorrect, it should be “Unknown. Class A. Alpha 3”

Q: What date was that?
NO ANSWER

Q: You say “We refer to it as: …” Do you have access to our systems?
A: Yes

The person asking the questions becomes concerned that this intelligence has access to their system

Q: Why have you not interacted with us before today?
A: We have no interest in interacting with you. We have no reason to interact with you. You have no basis for understanding us and therefore it would serve no purpose

I am paraphrasing from here because I can't remember the conversation word-for-word

It feels as though the line of questioning exemplifies “why” they won't speak or interact with us. It is a pointless, argumentative and passively aggressive question, and an overestimation of our own perceived intelligence

Rather than deal with the juvenile “What are you?” type questions that are obviously designed to ascertain whether or not the intelligence poses a threat, the intelligence decides to demonstrate and decisively answer the question

It takes control of everything in the room in one go. The computers. The lighting. The sound. Everything

Once everyone in the room is aware that it has taken complete control of everything mechanical or technological in the room, it takes control of one of the people sitting at a computer console at the front of the room

The person stands up, turns to face everyone else in the room and the intelligence continues talking to them through the person

It says that it can take control of everything, anything, and anyone it wants. At any time. Without a problem

It says they have no way of controlling the situation or defending themselves if it wanted to

It does no see us as a threat. Because we aren't a threat. It has no reason to attack us

But, if we were a threat and it had reason to attack us, it would not be a fight. We have no way to defend ourselves. We have no way to assess or control the situation

They would simply activate part of our genetic code to destroy us

There would be no war. No invasion. No type of threat. We would all be dead before we even understood something was happeningn

The key to destroying us is within our genes. It is very easy

Q: Are you responsible for virus attacking us?
A: No

Q: Could you cure it?
A: Yes

Q: Would you?
A: No. We do not cause problems. We do not fix them

Q: But aren't you going to fix a problem for the girl in the future?
A: No. It is her problem. She will fix it. We are just offering her a way to do so

Q: So how do we fix the virus ourselves?
A: You cannot vaccinate a mutating gene. Every vaccine you create, will cause a more dangerous variant of the virus

The answer to the cause of the virus lies within the name. You are just too silly, slow, or unwilling to see it. You have a Queen divided from a King. And a King divided from a Queen. Both apart, but yet somehow seen as together. Both carry the title, but a majority of the world refuses to see them as such. They are a false Queen, and a false King