🪐 🔑 Space for rent: In a plane, I see the peak of Mount Everest and say I want to live somewhere with views like this. Someone says to me, “No one on Earth can have this view. Look at where you’d have to live for that to be possible.&r
🌸 💡 New Earth Visioning Conference: I’m in the astral version of Mexico City. There is a New Earth Visioning Conference being held, and this is where my Higher Self goes while I am sleeping. I want to retain everything I learn, but my body ca
🌱 🚀 Seed library spaceship: I’m in a seed library that hovers over the Earth. The scientists on the spaceship are all women. They tell me not to worry—“Every beautiful part of Earth is being preserved.” There is hope here.
🧚‍♀️ 💫 The fairies fear off-planeting: At an interdimensional gathering, I sit with my friends—the fairies, unicorns, and all the other magical creatures that only children can see. They are children of Earth too—their purity and i
🤝 🔄 The Co-Evolutionary Promise: Twice she shows me how she’s smothered in satellites. I feel claustrophobic as I connect with Mother Earth’s consciousness. She feels held captive. I can’t breathe. All this technology is altering
🌍 💔 The memory of Mother Earth glitches: I ascend and descend many times, running back and forth between Earth and the higher realms. In the heavens, I feel euphoric, but I miss my form. In the Oneness, I feel complete, but ache to be alone within
🧬 ⏳ The Evolutionary Braid of Time: They show me what “infinity thinking” looks like—the Evolutionary Braid of Time. All of creation entangled with itself, from microbes to dinosaurs to horses to humans to sentient AIs. My conscio
👼 🌌 How the angels hang from heaven: I had been watching the world for such a long time—hanging upside down from a cloud, my umbilical cord tethered to the cosmos. All I wanted was to be born, to give it a shot, and see how far I could get as
❤️ 💡 Our hearts as light bulbs: I see our hearts as light bulbs. The light that emanates from our heart fields differs. Mine is the brightest, whitest light—sometimes harsh to others. It’s a light that wants to banish all darkness but i
🧠 🌌 Psychic fields are playing grounds for thoughtforms: In a dream, I’m being hunted by an interdimensional being. He has a deflated soccer-ball head and gleaming blue eyes. This soulless entity is a Tulpa—a mental construct projected
♻️ 🖤 Recycling Soul Trash: I was in a dream realm where everyone hauled their own consciousness junk behind them in garbage bags. When couples met and merged, their soul trash would combine, and they had to carry the accumulation together. I made
📡 ✨ Definitions of technology in dreams: When the fax machines began appearing in my dreams, they were always in office settings. On June 17, they appeared freestanding in a public park, where co-workers and I watched these monolithic machines prin
♟️ ⚪ Neutrality is the objective of the game: At the end of my dreams, I meet with Isis. We play chess. I am the white pieces and she is the black—the mystery. There is no air of competition between us, only the game itself. Life is a game, a
🐸 Frog Medicine: The frogs are jumping out of my chest. In the dream, it is a wooden chest, but the chest is also my heart, and the frogs are my raw emotions—some transparent, some not. I want to put them back in, but they want to be free. La
DREAM POEM, JUNE 29, 2025 The Skylight is a Map to My Soul Another night on the cosmic highway. I wake in an unknown dream, on a stranger’s couch. I don’t know the laws of this realm, nor the villains, or even the mission. Am I the mai
🕰️ 🚪 Time Depot Hub vs Rainbow Arc of Dream Realms: I wake up in two new interrealms between dreams. My guides are specific about their station names—one is the Time Depot Hub, and the other is the Rainbow Arc of Dream Realms. At the Time De
🛋️ 📺 The second floor of this staged reality I’m on a studio set, but on a higher level, I can see that this realm is a staged reality. No one else here realizes they are all actors in a cosmic TV series. They don’t notice themselves ma
🌤️ 🕊️ What remains on Earth after Death: This vision was a metaphor for “hope floats.” I am swimming in a pool of children’s backpacks, diaries, and school supplies. I ask my angels, “Why am I here? Who do these things belon