Pyramid Gateway - The Breakdown Of Dimensional Construct And Spectrum

 

This vision/dream 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