There were a number of us that expressed we would like to pray for Chris and his dad during his surgery.

From Chris:
Family typically wants their parents to live live live. I am sensing the opposite for my father. He's been suffering for decades. I'd personally rather him leave to another place more blissful. He wasn't suffering health issues, but rather existential purposelessness, which can be one of the biggest formidable killers in our world. I love my dad and I have nothing to gain from him passing, other than knowing that he is no longer suffering. Not sure how to word that in a positive light for prayer.

If you would like to pray for his dad, please pray for his dad's highest good and best outcome during this difficult time, placing him in God's hands. And pray for Chris and his family during this time of suffering for them too, that they be surrounded by God's love, strength, and angelic presence.

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So, someone is arrested and then later released? I noticed that Thomas is indicated down the list. I searched for connections between Thomas and New York. I found this: http://www.nytimes.com/2016/03/01/us/pol....html?_r=0

I can’t imagine this article having anything to do with arrests, but you never know. It’s not even a recent article (Feb 29, 2016). On another note, I’m curious as to why 2016 keeps rising and falling periodically. It’s the most variable linguistic word I’ve seen.


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I have a a few questions I would love any of our members, both active and lurkers, to answer.

1. Over the past several months, have you noticed a familiar feeling or mood in your dreams and if so what is it? (for example: hopeful, desperate, joyful, mindful, fearful, watchful...)
2. Have your dreams included a similar theme or message?
3. Are your dreams similar to how they normally flow?

I am simply curious.

I almost forgot this one, for it to be 'important' (keep seeing the little calf in my mind...built in reminder, I guess)

The following dream came not last night, but night before. I was shown (yet another) Native Peoples dream, and told it was of 'great significance' that many of them may not see for what it is, even.  As it is perceived in different ways by different tribes, I will preface this to say that I am merely shown these things and they sometimes are better-explained to me, so that I understand how it actually is to be interpreted or how it fits.

The legend of 'the White Buffalo' is one from the Lakota-Sioux Tribe, about the end-times prophecy of a 'White Buffalo' signaling the 'new transitional period'.  I won't go into it further, other than to recommend you (the reader) research the legend so that you better understand in their words what has been said.

The other night, in my dream, I saw a lone white buffalo calf, laying in a field. I newborn, as if he had just arrived to this world. He was not standing yet, but merely laying their still 'looking wet and miserable'.

As he struggled to get to his feet, I heard this, 'this calf is symbolism to you and those who understand, that they will make this come true, and it shall be allowed, for they know not what they do. It will happen in the week, even this day.'

The American Bison (buffalo) was made 'National Mammal of America' (as the Bald Eagle is the National Bird) by the President's signature on May 9, 2016.

I am told that this fulfills the 'white buffalo' vision, for it was not the Native Peoples who made this happen, but that it does fulfill what all have watched for. I also, however, perceive this to not be as good of thing as it is taken to be.

Last night was a nightmare smorgasbord, and seemed to last all night in what I can only describe as a 'you're targeted' form. As a result, I slept very poorly. Sadly, most were of a personal nature that have no real bearing on anything 'newsworthy' here. As a result, This post is NOT about those. However, since I didn't sleep well at all last night, I laid down today at midday (lot to be said for siesta!), and as a result, this is what I saw while sleeping:

Almost as soon as I went to sleep, I feel like I started dreaming. There was a large man, 200-ft tall it seemed. He was rotund with what appeared to be an old 'JP Morgan - banker's pinstripe suit' on, with strange top-hat. He jiggled and almost rolled as he chuckled so mechanically. It was unnerving. He had a large flexible hose in his left hand, and he walks out over a lake with a very large dam on it (looked a lot like Hoover Dam on the downstream, river-level, water-side). He thrust the hose into the lake above the dam, and now I am back hovering above the scene, as I watch the water level drop and drop and drop, until there is barely a stream bed in the bottom of what was once a lake.

Suddenly, the whole scene begins to shake, rocks begin to fall off the sides of the dam abutments (where it is anchored to the natural walls), and the dam starts to crack in the center, the edges, everywhere. Then, unrealistically, people start to scream and run from the dam in the river channel below - it looked a lot like images of street-level of 9-11, the sheer fear and chaos of the human perception of what was coming. The dam breaks and crumbles to the ground in chunks, but there is only a small trickle of water that comes out. The people stop, look back, and are stymied as to why nothing else bad happened. The giant raises up from his 'siphoning job', smiles as his head turns into a skull, then turns back to a rotund old happy man again, and he starts to walk off - he's headed to another lake, but surprisingly collapses into bones and dust before he can get there. As soon as he is gone, the river bed cracks open and a giant wall of water rises up, creating an almost ocean in the old riverbed. All who had stopped to marvel were drowned where they were.

I simply hear, 'they cannot drain the lakes to prevent city destruction, only change the way in which they are destroyed, if deemed so'.

The second dream I had was rather fast, and simple. It was a classical 'reaper' image standing on the front porch of a nice, quaint mid-country rural type 'board-and-batten' house. The house was blue with white porch railing, and had a two-digit number on the front door, but I couldn't make it out. So 'middle-class Kansas' in my viewpoint. The 'reaper' walked up to the cute little blue with white-trim house, apparently rang the doorbell, and had turned to face the road behind him, almost 'patiently waiting' while someone came to answer the door. It was almost funny, were it not for the ominous feel I get from what I saw.

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I take it from that long first dream, that it implies that someone is either controlling weather or draining water from reservoir(s) not only for profiteering, but to quietly prevent a cataclysm that they know of from destroying cities/regions. The warning from it was clear, 'to do this is futile, we'll just do it another way'.

I am, however, at odds with that second dream - while it could mean most anything (the house didn't look like my house, or any that I know of close to me), it could have been individually focused, or symbolic of 'average America' being caught off-guard and surprised at death coming??? Not sure.

Something interesting happened to me this morning at work. I was in a meeting and decided that it didn’t need my full attention so I logged on to the NDC website to look at the Botrun.  My coworker sitting next to me, who I did not think could see my screen, wrote “you see visions too?” on her notepad.  I smiled and wrote back “yes and they come from the Holy Spirit”. She said, “yes, I know and I knew you were different also”.  After the meeting we agreed to get together and chat.  When I first met her at work I knew there was something different that I liked about her and now know what it is. Just last week I said to my manager, if you ever want an extra person to do my job, I want ______ to work with me. It's nice knowing I am not the only Giraffe on this herd of Zebra's.  

There are many parts to this dream so I will just note parts that stood out the most. I am working in a Post Office type of place. I am opening for the day and turning on a small fan, putting it under a table. Everything, the walls, floors and furniture is unpainted wood. Then I am sitting at a table and a man walks into the room. He is a preacher, someone I am friends with. I ask him if he has found a church yet and he says, no I think I will just be a traveling preacher. I ask him if he thinks it wise to have a girlfriend if he will be a preacher and he says, yes I am human and he laughs. I get the feeling like he has not had a career of preaching and this is something new he is trying.

In the next scene I am in the same local but a different building. I am near the top of the room and watching a scene in what looks like a women's boarding house. The room has a couple of beds in it and one of the beds is a 4 poster with a top on it. The other bed is just a simple bed. I see a woman on the other side of the door and she has a man with her. She opens the door and walks into the room with the man following her. She is looking for one of the women who is supposed to occupy this room. There is one woman sitting on the bed and the man looks at her and gives her a look like "don't say anything". So the woman who looks to be in charge says, well she's not here and they leave. Then I heard someone laughing and I look at the top of the 4 poster bed and see the young woman there and she has a man with her. They are both laughing because they were not found.

Afterthoughts: It's nice to have light hearted fun dreams sometimes.

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Although we don’t have Red Alert levels here, the theme is definitely Revolution (see blue arrows). Plus, the blue arrows are only matched with the obvious connections, but words like ‘active’ (i.e. active duty) and ‘boy refused’ (i.e. dodged the draft) and even ‘plane’ could all support the main theme as well. Bottom line, I’m wondering if an emotional revolution is on its way to humanity.


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10 May 2016
No intention set

I'm looking down from an overhead view at someplace covered with ice. Everything is covered with ice. At first I thought Antarctica, but I wasn't sure. So very cold. I see a military outpost on the ice. They're probing the ice. Everything is dark. No artificial light, just the moonlight reflecting off the ice. My grandfather is with me, giving me instructions and telling me he'll keep me safe. I'm going to where he lives. It's just a small cabin, no more than 8'x10', and the interior is paneled with plywood. It reminds me of hunting cabins I've seen. There are some shelves in one corner, like a linen closet with the door removed. In another corner is a small kitchenette. There's a wooden bunk in the middle of the floor. A dirty sleeping bag is stuffed on one of the shelves. The bunk is covered with a thin woolen blanket with a faded southwestern pattern. I lie down on the bunk and cover up with the blanket. The bunk is soft and comfy, like lying on a mattress. I'm so warm. Don't understand how that could be but don't care, either, because I'm warm and sleepy. The dirty sleeping bag tumbles from the shelf. I think about covering up with it, then decide that someone else can use it, I'm fine with just the blanket and it's warm in the cabin.

I'm snuggled up against the back of a solidly built man with thick, very wavy, red hair shot through with strands of gray that glint in the dim light of the cabin. He's wearing rumpled BDUs. I love this man so much that it takes my breath away. Yet he's about to leave on a mission to the ice and I know he may not return. This is our last few minutes together before he leaves. I'm so very sad yet I'm pretending everything is fine. I'll cry after he leaves. I run my fingers through his thick hair and comment that he's got a few gray hairs now. He chuckles and says that not something you tell a guy. I laugh, too, and say I didn't think it mattered. He reaches up, takes my hand, and kisses my fingertips. After all, I say, I have been bald. You were beautiful, he says, tucking my hand against his chest. I bury my face into his back and inhale his scent. Don't leave me, I whisper, I don't think I'll be able to keep on if you're gone. No, he says, You're going to be fine, with me or without me. You have your duty and I have mine. Just hold on and know that I have always loved you with every fiber of my being and for as long as I can remember. My grief is so intense that I can barely breathe. Yet we both know that I'll smile and kiss him goodbye when he leaves and then continue on somehow with my own work as I swallow my grief.

Notes:

Even as I wrote this in my journal and typed it out, I was in tears. The grief and sorrow I felt in the dream were nearly palpable.

The sense of the man was he was my spouse. In RL, spouse is blonde. I didn't see the man's face but I got a very strong vibe that it was Prince Harry and wherever he was being sent was most likely his last mission.

My grandfather passed in 1998. I've been aware of him from time to time, doing what he did when he was alive, which was look after his grandkids and keep us safe. He's been around lately, even tasking a friend of mine who passed a decade ago to keep an eye on me when Grandpa was busy. He did hunt when he was alive but did not have a hunting cabin to my knowledge. I don't know what the threat in my dream was but he apparently felt the need to tuck me someplace safe for a while.

I've tried getting this dream posted three times now and each time something happened and I had to start over again. Now we've got a thunderstorm moving through and the power went out once so I'm gonna get it posted before I lose it again.

6 May 2016
No intention set

There were lots of bits and pieces of dreams but this is what I remember clearly:

1) In a bar/tavern, listening to a woman singing a country/western heartrbreak song-"Need You Now"- and muttering to the person next to me, Jeez, she needs to get a life. He laughs. I don't know this man but he's been hanging out with me and I get the sense he likes me. We go to the bar, get some drinks, and chat for a while. Then I tell him I need to go. I get my jacket and head for the door. There's another man standing there and I get a weird vibe that he's waiting for me. He says something to me, I don't remember what, and I give a noncommittal reply. He leaves but I know he hasn't gone, that he's waiting for me to leave the bar. I stand there, trying to decide what to do. The first guy approaches and asks what's going on. I tell him about the other guy and how that guy gives me the creeps. I ask if he'll walk with me to my car, just in case. He asks if I'm afraid. No, I tell him, I just like having options. Okay, he says, and opens the door for me. We step outside. He says, After all, it's not like you're helpless. Somehow I know he knows about me and that doesn't surprise me. True, I say, but I still like having options.

2) In a park setting. Open green space, trees, paths, and a stream feeding into a small lake. People swimming in the lake. Other people wandering around. No one seems to take any notice of me. I have no clue what I'm doing there or what's going on. I'm joined by my guy-friend. He asks what I'm doing there. I tell him I don't know. He tells me he doesn't know why he's here either. We wander around the park. Watch some ducks swimming in the stream. My friend says, You know I'm going to sleep with you some day. I laugh and say, Like that's some big mystery. He says, Just wanted to be clear about it. Of course, I say. We see a man in a boat on the lake who seems to be rowing in our direction. My friend takes my hand. C'mon, he says, I think we should go. I agree. We walk away from the lake, not following any pathways but walking across the grass. No one seems to notice us. Then I woke.

Notes:

I think the creepy guy and the guy in the rowboat were the same person. No clue who he was.

I don't tend to hang out in bars and I certainly don't hang out anywhere when there's karaoke nights. *shudder*

When parks show up for me, those tend to be places that seem to be outside of any reality. Sort of halfway points between this reality and other realities.