Diary of a wandering Navigator.
08-10-2019, 07:47 PM, (This post was last modified: 08-14-2019, 03:20 AM by Kaaron.)
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Diary of a wandering Navigator.
Kia ora
I have already posted about some of the topics below.
I've decided I'm gonna write statuses on FB n use feedback on how it's received, as research for a book.
It's based around the idea of waking up and what that term means, to me.
This is completely subjective to each individual n I mean no offense to any of us out here going through our own ups n downs. This is just MY perspective on what's going on in the universe.
My aim is to share what I've gone through and maybe understand things in a new way....I'm hoping it might help others who are going through similar things, feel like they're not alone...
I been crazy homie.
Lessgo!

Part I

The beginning and the end.
March 19, 2002...my 22nd birthday.
Someone passes me a celebratory joint n I take my first toke in 3 years.
This is some OG Wainui skunky indo funk n I hit it atleast 3 times.
I'm so high, I can't even remember where my hands are...so I kick back n talk s***, well into the evening *eeeeuurrr* wrong. Home was 30 minutes in a direction n I'm finna find it.
I'm busy somewhere in my memory, navigating off ramps n city streets, when I'm snapped back to reality by some a****** honking his horn to my right...in the middle of the round about...where I've stopped at some point in time...for some reason.
Fortunately, I stumble on that small cupboard in my head I've labeled 'reason', find some silverware n sit down at the table of self preservation.
I park up and start drifting off.
It's around 1pm, so the sun is still quite high in the sky but it's autumn, so it isn't as blinding as mid summer.
I don't remember now, how or why but I start staring into the sun.
At first, it's uncomfortable but my eyes quickly adjust.
The sun begins to turn black and it looks like the pupil of the eye of God.
As I begin to contemplate what I'm seeing, a tunnel of light starts descending, as if the arms of the sun are reaching out to me, calling me home. It slowly descends and then returns to itself, time and time again. With each descent, it gets nearer...until eventually, it engulfs me.
I'm in another place and time.
I understand that I am this energy that exists forever in this place.
I understand that this place is where we fragment and forget we are all that is.
Moving pictures flash in my mind. I see spiral staircases being ascended by those who choose to see this truth...and auto walkways, carrying the sleeping masses in a neverending, repeated cycle.
I'm getting answers to questions, almost before I've finished thinking them.
I start seeing how I have been asleep.
Then I begin a process of self analysis, where I feel like I'm going through what's referred to as 'Judgement Day', in the Bible.
I get a feeling and then a thought, which is connected to the origin of the feeling. I realize these thoughts and feelings, are the things preventing me from living in this glorious moment, for all eternity.
I begin asking for help, from who I see as God, or the being who is at the top of the staircase.
I stare into the sun and feel the pain of forever. I cried soul cries, to the point that I feel like my chest is going to implode under the weight.
At the moment I feel like I can't possibly be forgiven for this type of misery, I surrender and ask for forgiveness...only to have the instant feeling that I was always forgiven but it was me who had to forgive myself. I am shown time and time again, that forgiveness is the path to release. I understand that when I choose to love myself and all around me, I find the balanced perspective and level up.
Each level is different to the last and requires a larger 'leap of faith'.
I begin to understand that everyone wants to appreciate the perfection of God but that we have chosen the darkest road, we came to understand it's darkest side...the separation that is us: Unconscious entities, trapped in the system of Babylon.
At some point I decide that I must be dying.
I want to take on the pain of the Christ.
I feel like I'm being crucified and this is what Jesus went through.
So, having the equivalent spiritual maturity and bravado mentality of an 80s kid in a spacey parlor with a big old bag of 20c coins, I figure 'let's go then nigga!'...on some 'sheeit I'm dead anyway, let's ride this maafucca til the wheels fall off!', s***...I throw the whole bag in that b**** n watch the credits clock up.
4 hours or so go by.
I'm exhausted, weak and my eyes were sore from the salty tears streaming from my face...I hadn't looked away or even blinked.
I feel like I'm moving into the next part of this process as I close my eyes.
I can see myself in a volcano, perched on a crumbling pillar, high above a lava lake. It feels like if I open my eyes, or lose focus on the loving forgiveness, I'll plummet to a fiery grave.
At some point, I feel entities jumping on the roof. The car is shaking but I know it's a test. It feels surreal...my conscious mind is questioning how I can hear n feel the jumping in real time, yet my third eye is perceiving what seemed to be something entirely subjective and in my head.
I can see them jumping on the roof of the car, with my 3rd eye. I see that my ego is being tested to see if I needed eyes to see, or if I will revert back to the need to have physical proof for what I see with my highest sight.
I don't budge.
I am now single minded in my resolve to walk the path until I prove myself.
It is a see-saw type of thing, where I start with feeling the most worthless I've ever felt about myself...then understand what is causing the feeling...then surrender to the balanced perspective...before being allowed to bask in an even deeper love until eventually, I reach a plateau.
I'm at the end of time.
My daughter is here, with the rest of my spiritual family.
I'm crying because it feels like heaven or some place where nothing bad ever happens. I want to open my eyes and see my baby girl grown up but she tells me it isn't time yet and I have to stay in my time. I'm allowed to stay for a while...I don't remember anything about what I was shown. I can remember the sadness that filled my heart everytime it dawned on me that I would have to come back to this world.
At some point, i open my eyes.
By this time, it's nearly 6 and the sun is pretty low in the sky. It's beautiful...even moreso, now that it's not giving me a feeling equivalent to slicing my eyeballs with razor blades.
I see dark storm clouds approach from both sides. They cover the sun completely. I feel a twinge of pain, as I remember the still fresh ordeal I've just endured, with the darkness.
Now that I think about it. I think it was the same darkness of my vision...What I went through was on a spiritual level. This was my higher self, or God aspect, showing me I still had to go through the physical experience which the vision was only half of.
At the time, I understand that although this love is me and I feel like I'd never turn my back on it, there was a darker time coming. One I that would be darker than anything I'd ever experienced.
I feel like something is different inside me this time though. As the forces of ignorance finally extinguish the final glimpses of Gods fiery pupil, I hear a distinct phrase in my head: 'You might not always be able to see my light, physically but if you concentrate and remember this state of forgiveness and humility, I will always appear.'
As I remember the feeling and felt love course through my veins, light pierces the dark clouds and shines directly on me. Then it burns away all the clouds and is bathing me in love.
I go from epiphany to epiphany, as I receive what feel like downloads of information and feelings. I can understand entire concepts and maintain a 'macroview', whilst breaking down individual aspects or ideas at a 'microview'.

I didn't stop searching.
My relentless need to know answers and make sense of what my path was, became an obsession.
I lost sight of what mattered most in life.
I lost my family and that was more than I could deal with at 24.
It set me on a downward spiral where my darkest intentions were depleting my will to live. So, in an effort to find the end of life as fast as possible, I listened to both sides of my heart.
See the other side, or my best intentions, were living in a reality where I wanted to help those I saw as most deserving. Those who put their money where their mouths were n lived outside the system I hated with a passion.
I lived the darkness to the point where I surrendered to it. I embraced death and wished it upon myself n others.
At the lowest point in my depression, I made a conscious decision to stop breathing for 10 minutes, before resurrecting myself.
This was the darkest point of my journey through the lower heavens.
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08-10-2019, 07:49 PM,
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RE: Diary of a wandering Navigator.
I'm uncomfortable but there is no panic.
My surging disgust for the creator of this experiment is divided between self loathing and contempt for the tortoise paced, waste of attention I once called 'Source Energy' or 'God'.
I begin a dialogue...
Love is a foreign concept to you aye G? Wanna sit behind time tryna act like I needa reach out to you. Why would I wanna be like you? You start some s*** as an experiment n then let it ride out, even when we don't want this anymore. Where's the free will now bruh? There's so much talk of I free will but does it even exist? Do you really give a s*** about me? Well I ain't breathed in damn near 5 minutes...so I guess you really don't give a s***. Guess what? Neither do I hahahaha. Let's go you little b****. Think I'm scared to die? Boy I've lost my kids. That's pain you know. We are your children. Do you want your children to feel this way. Why do you hate me? Why do I hate me? That won't change so I should kill myself. Yeah...I'll teach you all. You wanna push me to the point where I have nothing left? I'll remove all love from my perspective of the all so whatever chance you had of balance, can never be achieved. I will etch your essence from the core of my soul, so that I infect everything I encounter with my sadness. I will be the atomic bomb that rips the fabric of space time and wipes all living things from existence. I hate this awareness that not only knew all this would happen but sanctioned it. Who continues to sanction it, through indifference and then has the audacity to say we have free will. Free will seems like a synonym for eternal cycles of voluntary hell. I can't kill myself...I've come too far and if I have to start again...what if I've done this a million times before and I'm never getting out of it?
I see my partner come into my field of vision.
Her lack of empathy and compassion, are a big part of the reason I'm lying here, motionless.
She shakes me but I can't feel it.
I don't care anyway.
She leaves the room after 30 seconds and I feel more justified in my decision.
She doesn't even care that I'm limp n motionless.
I can't blame her...
Up to this point, I had been going through, what I would call, alot of ritualistic experiences.
My first initiation encounter with a selfish voice in my head, was around age 8.
'You know, you have 2 choices...', the voice began. 'You can either do what they want and deny yourself your desires...or you can keep them happy by pretending to do things their way, while you do whatever you want.'
I made the choice that day to do the latter.
I feel like my response to the circumstances fractured my mind n spirit.
I feel like it was the same entity who visited me again around 17 years of age.
I was staying at my bros. I was on one couch n he was across the coffee table, on the other.
I was drifting off to sleep and reached the state where you're not quite asleep but not awake either. Sometimes everything magnifies, so that the faintest noise, becomes a deafening thud. My senses heighten and time slows down.
I start getting the feeling that my consciousness is spinning. I'm feeling like I'm being pulled up out of my body, skyward.
Geometric images flash in my head.
I feel like I'm being reprimanded...like I'm unworthy.
I start crying...it's a feeling I can't understand because it's not connected to any real thoughts.
All of a sudden, I fall back into my body and sit straight up.
I look over at my homie n I see a dark shadow moving back n forth over him, like water when you do the same in the bath.
I ask if he's all good...he says 'yeah but I feel cold'. I tell him what I see but this only makes him angry. He tells me to stop talking s*** n go to sleep.
I tell him he better say a prayer cos its not leaving.
As soon as those words leave my mouth, the shadow rises up off him and forms a hooded looking figure. It rushes at me. I feel like it goes through me...but it could've gone into me.
I just lie back down n go to sleep.
The next day, we're skating in town near the sound shell, along Marine Parade in Napier.
I see a car driving past and without hesitation say 'that car is gonna park (motioning to carpark 100 meters away) there, 2 girls are gonna get out and sit (motioning to 1 of 6, 3 seater park benches surrounding us) there.
It happens exactly as I said.
Fast forward to the afternoon of the day which began this chapter.
I've been to see Christopher at Christopher's Crystals, in Wellington.
We've had an interesting conversation about energy and how he can see me bathed in beautiful purple light, so I'm feeling kinda in the zone.
I start walking back to Karori, taking the terrace steps route.
As I begin my ascent, I start perceiving things differently.
I feel like I'm in South America and these are steps of a pyramid. There is a man approaching me but he seems to be a priest of some kind, descending after carrying out whatever ritual was to be carried out at the top.
Of course, this means I don't need any worldly possessions and decide to drop my bag. Why would I need ID, my credit cards n other random s***? Matter of fact, clothes are overrated n cold is a state of mind.
I throw my hoodie, hat, tshirt and bag aside n carry on my pilgrimage to this place I know exists ahead, if I can follow the signs.
There is a door up ahead to my right.
I'm supposed to knock on it...I don't know these people but they will know what I'm there for n give me the next piece of the puzzle.
Nobody is home.
I'm puzzled. It all makes so much sense yet the universe seems to have tricked me...what did I do wrong? I go back through my thoughts whilst assuming multiple meditative positions on various, obviously placed there for me, perches.
After chastising myself for my obvious misstep in this dance of destiny, I lie down next to a bush on the pavement.
It's a lot more comfortable than the power box I was draped over only moments prior.
I remember my mother's voice.
'If you go too far down that road, you might not be able to come back' was the sentiment.
I can't move.
I'm trying to get up but it's like I'm paralyzed.
I start hitting my head on the ground and licking the pavement. I feel like a snake.
It continues for a while until somehow, I manage to navigate the labyrinth of my mind and exit through a side door.
I emerge from the shadowy realms chanting.
Elated that I have escaped certain doom, I recommence my walk with a bounce in my step.
Unbeknownst to me, at the other end of a 40 minute, half naked, chanting in a prayer stance, walk...was a book on the shelf at home, entitled 'Into the World of Light', which is an anthology of Maori writing.
With no thought as to why, I walk into the living room, head straight to the shelf and pick out the book. I turn to a random page and start reading about midway down the page in a random place...'smashing his head, licking the ground like a snake' were the words.
I'm convinced this is the proof I need to finally leave this world.
I finish stripping and walk back into the kitchen, where my partner and her sister had been.
Fortunately her sister has stepped out of the room momentarily, so after I'm greeted with the same look you give your bro holding the tinnies around cops, I'm rushed back to the bedroom to sort my head out.
I realize I don't belong here.
Nobody will ever understand why I did what I just did. Yet it all made sense and seemed to end with a confirmation that it was for a reason outside of my control.
I stop breathing.
I'm uncomfortable but there is no panic.
The pain of existing in a world that seems to reject me, is more crippling than the suffocation my lungs feel, in this moment.
Release is the only recompense I'll accept for the anguish I've endured.
Nothing here is worth suffering through this pain for.
Then my kids come into my mind.
I csn't leave them wondering what happened. I can't let them think leaving this place cos things get too hard, is an option. I can't sit on the other side of the veil, knowing my choice was the reason they can't see me anymore.

It would've been atleast 10 minutes since my last breath but my love for my children enabled me to pull myself back from an otherwise welcome, death.

This is why I understood a friend of mine, when he said I have both stones. He said he could see Te Kooti standing next to me and he was telling him this.
I have been ascended the heavens and returned.
I know the light and the dark.
I see the patterns.
I see the lies.
I see the truth.
It set me free and I feel like it's my duty to share some of the ideas that have come to me, as a result of my dedication to understanding our existence.
It is a journey that ends with understanding why we're here and where we went off course.
It navigates the origins of the system, takes a few winding turns but eventually comes to a rest at its destination...free will.
Free will to understand more of the choices available, as far as truths go.
I haven't heard the concepts I understand as truth anywhere else, so at the very least, if it's already a common train of thought, I'll get put onto like minds.

This has been an introduction into what I call my initiative experiences. There are many more, of which I will share a few, in future writings.
I don't know where this is going.
To be honest, I feel like the key is to train until you can get your conscious mind out of the way, long enough for the real you to come through.
So this isn't all Kaaron but it is...it is the totality of my ability to channel after addressing as much of my ego as I can, as it arises...so I can keep the message as humble and pure of intent, as subjectively possible.
I'm not specifically channeling any being...but am aware of my connection to inspired thought. This is an experiment in manifesting or bringing through my highest truths in a relatable way.
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08-10-2019, 07:50 PM, (This post was last modified: 08-10-2019, 07:54 PM by Kaaron.)
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RE: Diary of a wandering Navigator.
2015
In the center of the pyramid structure stretching skyward, is a column of sky blue liquid.
There is a metal, grated platform that corkscrews it's way up the inner walls of this earthy colored, rock chamber of the god's...well it feels like this is the place where we move upward, into the everlasting embrace of forever.

I begin my ascent.

Part way up, I find a group of other's like me.
There is a distinct understanding that we have separate agendas but it doesn't matter. We know that's not what we're here for.

There are zip lines draped around the space between the column and staircase, following a corkscrew descent into what seems like a bottomless pit from this angle, even with the partially lit centerpiece.

Standing with our backs to the railing of the staircase, are those who have pure intention.
To our left, entering through a side door, are the others. That's all I feel for them. No contempt, just an understanding that we both have our jobs to do n it is, as it will be.

There is another consciousness present.

In my minds eye, a ballistic mask appears amongst flashing columns of light, as if I've just cracked a rare item in a video game. It's the type of face protection the S.W.A.T. team uses.
This is starting to feel like a war.

The yet unidentified consciousness, tosses the masks at the ziplines.
Like some kinda Jordan/Kobe/Lebron, 3 headed G.O.A.T....he hits nothing but net on all masks and they head off into the darkness, like dog tags falling down a beaded chain.

We all instinctively jump and latch on to one of the coiled metal ribbons, wrapped around the may pole.
It's not long before 'the other's cut their ziplines, to fall faster.
We feel a sense of urgency n figure, if they can cut theirs and survive the fall, so can we.
Without any further thought, I cut the line n started free falling.
The walls become a blur, as my son's great grandmother appears, holding a phone to her ear, in the center of what looks like a mirage...like a window into another time.
I can't hear what she's saying but I know she's talking to GOD. I can tell she isn't right about whatever she's saying n start trying to yell and get her attention.
"Stop delaying the process' I yell, 'I'm in a war I'm not ready for yet...' the hard ground interrupts my state of free fall.

Others of both groups are already down and more are falling around those of us who have landed.
Masks rain from the apex of the pyramid.
Two fall on top of each other and activate a mini blue column, which one of 'the others' falls into.
The odds seem kinda stacked against me as the monster emerges, transformed into a giant half tech, half organic, Akuma with the blue light fire balls out the arm cannon, type nigga.

I snap out of the dream like the air released from a popped balloon.
After relating the pretty typical dream, for me, to my then partner, I carry on with life.

About a week passes.

My son's mother comes home.
'This is for you...' she begins.
'My Grandmother has been arguing with GOD for 2 weeks about giving it to you...so much so, that when she tried to get the book she had decided was more your level of spiritual understanding, this one fell off the shelf'.
She presses the aforementioned, argued with GOD himself about, book against my chest.

The book is by a cat who had various visions, which started in 1988 and ended 2002.

Read cover to cover, 'The Final Quest' by Rick Joyner is a journey through a vision which is, in every aspect, analogous to what happened to me on my 22nd birthday.
I will make this disclaimer though:
Rick's interpretations of his subjective vision, are his and his alone. Mine are not the same...when it comes to mine, aswell as his.

It comes after Rick finds himself climbing a mountain in a holy battle. There are different characters, which represent different aspects of separation and unity.
There are so many serendipitous moments in the book but there was one that slapped me harder than mums orange spoon:

The arrows of Truth would rarely penetrate the vultures, but they hurt them enough to drive them back. Every time they were driven back some of us would climb to the next level. When we reached the level called "Galatians Two Twenty," we were above the altitude that the vultures could fly. At this level the sky above almost blinded us with its brightness and beauty. I felt peace like I had never felt it before.
Previously much of my fighting spirit had really been motivated out of as much hatred and disgust for the enemy as it had been for the sake of the kingdom, truth, and love for the prisoners. But it was on this level that I caught up to Faith, Hope, and Love, which before I had only been following at a distance. On this level I was almost overpowered by their glory.
When I caught up to them they turned to me, and began repairing and shining my armor. Soon it was completely transformed and exuded the glory that was in them. When they touched my sword, great bolts of brilliant lightning began flashing from it. Love then said, "Those who reach this level are entrusted with the powers of the age to come, but I must teach you how to use them."
The "Galatians Two Twenty" level was so wide that there was no longer any danger of falling. There were also unlimited arrows with the name Hope written on them. We shot some of them down at the vultures, and these arrows killed them easily. About half who had reached this level kept shooting while the others began carrying these arrows down to those still on the lower levels.
The vultures kept coming in waves upon the levels below, but with each one there would be fewer than before. From "Galatians Two Twenty" we could hit any enemy in the army except the leaders themselves, who were still out of range. We decided not to use the arrows of Truth until we had destroyed all of the vultures, because the cloud of depression they created made the truth less effective. This took a very long time, but we never got tired.
Faith, Hope and Love, who had grown like our weapons with each level, were now so large that I knew people far beyond the battle area could see them. Their glory even radiated into the camp of prisoners who were still under a great cloud of vultures. The exhilaration continued to grow in all of us. I felt that being in this army, in this battle, had to be one of the greatest adventures of all time.
After destroying most of the vultures that had been attacking our mountain, we began picking off the vultures that had covered the prisoners. As the cloud of darkness began dissipating and the sun began to shine down on them, they began to wake up as if they had been in a deep sleep. They were immediately repulsed by their condition, especially by the vomit that still covered them, and began cleaning themselves up. As they beheld Faith, Hope and Love, they saw the mountain we were on and began running for it. The evil horde rained arrows of Accusation and Slander at them, but they did not stop. By the time they got to the mountain many had a dozen or more arrows stuck in them, but seemed not to even notice. As soon as they began to scale the mountain their wounds began to heal. With the cloud of depression being dispelled it seemed as if everything was getting much easier.'

Galatians Two Twenty - KJV - I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.

I finish the book and feel a sense of wonder and divine destiny I haven't felt since the day I had seen 'two twenty', 22.
With these thoughts calmly humbling me with a sense of overwhelming gratitude, I drift off.

...and get jolted from my sleep by an earthquake...

GOD is a comedian, straight up G.
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08-10-2019, 07:51 PM,
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RE: Diary of a wandering Navigator.
8.8.19
I have seen 1:01, 2:22 and 5:55 today.
I didn't realize it was the lions gateway but as I realize this, it is Its 10:01pm
Today has been intense.
I went to bed last night, after messaging a person who shares my thoughts on quite specific subjects. He too had a vision in which he saw, what he described as, the eye of horus, when meditating in the great pyramid, in 2002.
It got me thinking...so I decided to search planetary events on 19 March 2002 (19+3=22 2002-00=22 my 22nd birthday).
The only event is "Ceres in Aphelion'...or when the largest asteroid is at its furthest point from earth.
I realize this is part of Phaeton or Maldek and it perks my interest.
I read of how Hades kidnapped Persephone...Hades is Pluto...I type 'ceres Pluto' into google.
I get a bunch of theories based around the idea that Pluto is part of the same planet Ceres is a remnant of.
Ceres is the goddess of the harvest...
The only planetary alignment on the day I have an experience which has a big 'harvest' component.
Pluto has a moon called 'Charon' or 'Kharon', who is the Ferryman.
I have been using 'the ferryman' as my username and alias for 7 years now, in various projects, based on my name being pronounced the same and that I feel an affinity for our roles in humanity.
Am I part of the group who was entangled in darkness for millennia?
I have been told that I was part of an ascension event in South America aswell.
I feel like I am descended from various bloodlines. The Ra collective, the pleiades...I feel like the Orion constellation has a vested interest in me aswell.
It would be a smart move though. Have a combination of all in one...to cause optimal harvest possibility.
This feels like reactivation.
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08-14-2019, 01:57 AM,
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RE: Diary of a wandering Navigator.
August 14 2019

I'm marching in formation, in a setting which reminds me of Auckland's Eastern bays.
There is a waist high brick wall to our right, that separates the beach from the cobblestone road beneath us and the steep cliffs, towering above us, to our left.
We navigate the winding coastline, until we reach a tunnel...at which point, somebody yells 'Hitler is coming!'
I feel a sense of caution.
It's not fear or hate, just this sense of heightened awareness...like I need to make sure I stay on point.
As we enter the tunnel, I can see the dark silhouette of a horse drawn carriage, against a backdrop of white light and green ranges.
We make room by moving to the left of the tunnel, hugging the wall as we continue our synchronized movement towards the light at the end of the tunnel.
I feel that Hitler is important, in this place.
I recognize him as a formidable force...but he doesn't feel like my enemy.
The carriage is close enough that I can see his face.
The almost iconic moustache is what I notice first, before my eyes are drawn to the wayward hairs draped across his face, partially obstructing his vision.
After a 'Heil Hitler' is exchanged between him and our group, he continues heading in the direction we had just come from.
We emerge from the opposite end of the tunnel.
The scene is similar to something you'd see in an old western flick. The moment after the bar fight, when the bar tender tells the dude on the piano to play a song, to distract everyone from the drama that's just unfolded. You know...people start repositioning furniture n picking up overturned chairs?
1940's cars begin repositioning to their parking spaces on the side of the road, after being moved to allow clear passage for - who seemed to be - the King of this small, old school European looking town.
There is a bridge ahead, which is actually a crossroad.
Children dressed like Oliver Twist appear and start replacing parts of the bridge that had been removed, before Hitler crossed...

The next thing I see, is the oceans of our planet.
I'm in a spacecraft and seem to be navigating it.
I hear a voice...'the engines are overheating...' it begins '...you need to fly straight into the water or we're going to explode.'
I focus 3 red targeting lasers at the surface and begin the descent.
Everything goes to plan and we are safely hidden, beneath the waves above.
I notice a chain behind me...then in the distance, a large shadow being.
It looks like 'The Kraken' from the movie 'Clash of the Titans'.
It begins hurling energy blasts at us...

I wake up and these 2 seemingly unrelated events, are fresh in my mind.
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08-14-2019, 02:07 AM,
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RE: Diary of a wandering Navigator.
This is a reply to my FB status. I was deciphering my dream, the best way I know how aswell as trying to use terminology that the whole world understands.
I'm open to others' views on all subjects...both those discussed and those not mentioned.

Quote:I'm marching in formation, in a setting which reminds me of Auckland's Eastern bays.
There is a waist high brick wall to our right, that separates the beach from the cobblestone road beneath us and the steep cliffs, towering above us, to our left.

/First off...I'm obviously in some kind of war setting and the feeling I get, is that the low brick wall is on the right. So half vaulting a wall and having water at our backs, would be easy and advantageous.
The left is far more difficult and would require more time to 'scale'.
This feels like an analogy for the paths of service to others and self./

Quote:We navigate the winding coastline, until we reach a tunnel...at which point, somebody yells 'Hitler is coming!'
I feel a sense of caution.
It's not fear or hate, just this sense of heightened awareness...like I need to make sure I stay on point.

/I get the sense that this is informing me of my perspective of what most people consider 'dark' or 'bad'/

Quote:As we enter the tunnel, I can see the dark silhouette of a horse drawn carriage, against a backdrop of white light and green ranges.

/This might take abit more explaining...bare with me.
I have a pre-existing belief, that the 4 horsemen of the apocalypse are metaphors for those who arrived from the stars and influenced our trajectory, as far as evolutionary speed goes.

The White Horse: The elite of Maldek aka Phaeton - prior to planetary destruction - left their home, that is now the asteroid belt.
As they left, their home planet which was 8 times the size of ours, disintegrated in a nuclear war and the white satellite moon they were using as transport, was scorched on one side.
They found a suitable planet, 'Terra' aka 'Earth' and took up refugee status.

The Red Horse: After destroying their own atmosphere, beings from the planet Mars, were helped by a being known as Yahweh. They were put in a sterile environment, where they could aspire to be like their creator 'god' and less warlike.
When they were told about the plan by a reptilian race, the experiment was a failure n Yahweh left.
Later...another group came and pretended to be Yahweh...I'll get to that.

The Black Horse: 'And I beheld, and lo a black horse; and he that sat on him had a pair of balances in his hand.
6 And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts say, A measure of wheat for a penny, and threemeasures of barley for a penny; and see thou hurt not the oil and the wine.'

This is the system or Babylon, bringing money and taking the riches of the earth.

The Pale Horse: This is the group who came and pretended to be Yahweh.
They went to Abraham and Nimrod.
It is the origin of the 'Holy War' that still holds the world hostage.
'My God is the only true one and that gives me the right to kill you...in the name of God'.

I feel like the horse and carriage in my dream, are those who represent Babylon...as well as the carriage of the holy war.
The green would indicate 4D.
In 4D, there is a positive service to others path and a negative road to understanding love. Either for the all, or the self.
I would surmise, that Hitler is heading into the dark, from where we were emerging. He was fully harvested as a 4D negative being, at the end of his incarnation and took his place, in the service to self hierarchy. So he was travelling between worlds...from the 4th...to 3rd density, possibly./

Quote:We make room by moving to the left of the tunnel, hugging the wall as we continue our synchronized movement towards the light at the end of the tunnel.
I feel that Hitler is important, in this place.
I recognize him as a formidable force...but he doesn't feel like my enemy.
The carriage is close enough that I can see his face.
The almost iconic moustache is what I notice first, before my eyes are drawn to the wayward hairs draped across his face, partially obstructing his vision.

/We hug the left, as a sign of submission...like we will move for you because that's what's expected. It also feels like a diversion to allow safe passage.
The significance of the left, seems to feel like its percieved as 'Hitlers side'. Usually it's seen as the negative or dark.
I think we had no beef with him...but we damn sure weren't homies. So we let him think what he wanted.
The hairs obstructing his vision, represent the veil those of separation experience.
So much so, that he can't recognize the opposition marching into his homeland./

Quote:After a 'Heil Hitler' is exchanged between him and our group, he continues heading in the direction we had just come from.

/We will pretend, to survive. We will be you and corrupt you from the inside...like you did us. Like Neo did the agents./

Quote:We emerge from the opposite end of the tunnel.
The scene is similar to something you'd see in an old western flick. The moment after the bar fight, when the bar tender tells the dude on the piano to play a song, to distract everyone from the drama that's just unfolded. You know...people start repositioning furniture n picking up overturned chairs?
1940's cars begin repositioning to their parking spaces on the side of the road, after being moved to allow clear passage for - who seemed to be - the King of this small, old school European looking town.
There is a bridge ahead, which is actually a crossroad.
Children dressed like Oliver Twist appear and start replacing parts of the bridge that had been removed, before Hitler crossed...

/This is the restoration of the old n new. After the destruction of the system...it will be the children who help rebuild the destruction left in Babylons wake. They will build new structures on old crossroads. New choices will be available to all who reach their crossroad./

Quote:The next thing I see, is the oceans of our planet.
I'm in a spacecraft and seem to be navigating it.
I hear a voice...'the engines are overheating...' it begins '...you need to fly straight into the water or we're going to explode.'
I focus 3 red targeting lasers at the surface and begin the descent.
Everything goes to plan and we are safely hidden, beneath the waves above.
I notice a chain behind me...then in the distance, a large shadow being.
It looks like 'The Kraken' from the movie 'Clash of the Titans'.
It begins hurling energy blasts at us...

/The first part of this feels like a real life situation.
I think this is a past life.
Underwater feels symbolic.
Like the chain behind me, is a force field of some kind.
I think this Kraken followed us.
It can't get to us...but it's not good for everyone else.
I also need to add...the energy blasts were yellow or 3rd Density energy./
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