NIBIRU CROSSING THE SKY DREAM WITH CHILD I LOVE MOTHER’S DAY DREAM 10MAY2020

I woke up this morning remembering the dream I had during the night without trying to think about it: it came to me from a place in my consciousness of its own accord. It’s short and very clear. I begin where it begins, without preface.

I raised my eyes to look at the sky while walking through a very large expanse of rolling field encircled by forest all around. The horizon in each direction was clear, with no buildings, only nature. It was daytime. I saw a river of what looked like fairly consistently-sized, seemingly shredded cloud puffs making this long line in the sky from the east to the west, which was at a diagonal to my travel as if west was clockface 10PM. I stopped walking and panned my eyes south then north, and saw that this trail was the only one, and that the clouds defining it didn’t appear anywhere else in the sky, which had a dark greyish, oppressive haze beginning at a distance on each side of the trail as if repelled. There were portals like holepunches at each end of this cloud swath so remarkable and I felt a sense of assured finality with resolve, and the sense of fear that felt like a habit disappeared.

Turning to my right, I looked down at the small face with eyes of love I love looking from the sky then toward me, with an instinctive startle as if being woken from sleep to wakefulness. This all happened in simultaneously and bending my knees to be eye level with the child whose small, smooth hand was in mine, I put the relaxed, not gripping trusting hand I was so guarding of, because this was my identity, to protect this child, (although none of those were thoughts, this is the reality of what I felt in the dream) into my left hand as I put my right arm over the small shoulders.

At the same eye level, the eyes that are a part of my soul searching mine, no words yet said, I thought to myself, glancing up at the path of Nibiru and back to the dear face, I felt strong in the gnowledge that because I had no fear, that was already answering the unworded question in the eyes which looked at me asking “What is happening?”

My heart and chest expanded with love and I (without decision, it was natural and part of our close relationship) softly pulled the familiar, extension-of-myself precious child into the contour of my body, now down on one knee, so I could hold [the child] close and they could lean into me and be supported, thinking/feeling this: “how much should I say to explain this without making fear; [the child] doesn’t need to be afraid; [the child] won’t understand, that’s what will scare [the child], confusion from ideas, not comprehending what [the child] already is, words will be confusing”. That thought stream was not even mentally articulated in my mind as thoughts, and this was really just the love I felt for [the child] and [the child] for me, it was one with who we were, and then I was remembering the dream.

Was I Gramma or Mom, and was this my children and my grandchildren as one in heart?

Re: “[the child]” In the dream there was no definition of girl or boy, just child of my body and lineage who I loved as life itself

May 10, 2020
(Typing the date, I just realized it’s Mother’s Day.)

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Written by The Ascension Diet - Eating To Ascend

Ridiculed by family and friends lifelong for being a "conspiracy theorist", survivalist and prepper, the author was born to ancestry on each side steeped in Freemasonry (Masonic Order Scottish Rite, Eastern Star, Job's Daughters), the Oddfellows and the Elks, John Birch and other secret societies, while being German, Celtic Irish / Welsh and Cherokee in both direct parental lineages. Those who are awake know the significance of this lineage. Her early childhood and youth were shaped by devout Lutheranism, scouting, serving as Chaplain in Job's Daughters, and almost becoming Amish! After reading 1984 in 1974, she stopped watching television at age 14, and at 17, refused multiple recruitment attempts by the CIA. By age 25, she was an antique dealer who helped coin the term kitsch, and an accomplished, self-sufficient non-GMO organic gardener and master food preserver, with two young children, a degree in Chemistry, and a scholarship to Johns Hopkins Medical School. The tragic death of her closest brother derailed her medical studies, and having become a divorced single parent by age 27 with no child support, instead pursued advanced degrees in fine arts and hospice nursing. However, monetary reward was not to come. As years went by, a pattern of MK Ultra interference emerged, interrupting completion of her goals. The strong educational background in math, sciences and computers, fine arts, literature and history imbued her ability to decipher the intentionally confusing reality of the toxic world we live in. Previous employers include NASA Goddard, the Discovery Channel and Aerotek. As the "truther movement" gained momentum world-over, the undeniably visible dangers of GMOs, chemtrails, and the surveillance state grew evident. Interviewed on NPR's National Public Radio in 2011 as a pioneer GMO-free food producer, her life took another fateful turn three years later, after her primary care physician refused to diagnose and treat her for Lyme Disease, she realized she had developed what is commonly called Morgellons, and immediately discovered that the systemic coverup and refusal to diagnose or treat meant she had to heal herself. Drawing on every aspect of her lifetime of experience and learning enabled her to not only recover, but to achieve a greater health - in middle age - than is believed possible. In the process of detoxification and physical regeneration - especially the pineal gland - she found a working diet almost anyone can follow that raises frequency and sovereign intention, readying the mind, body and spirit for humanity's greatest challenge: Ascension.

3 comments

  1. Thank you for the post.

    I feel that your higher soul has taken some actions towards your children / grand children. I hope to see that the actions bears great fruits.

    Thank you for all.

    Namasté and Hari Om.

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