For over a year, my meditational dream have told me Greenland is a place of the future. I seen rich farmland. Souces of gold, silver, ther precious gasses and metals. These were about the land. This would be inherited by those whom farm the land first. A warning to Greenlanders to hold on and not sell resources to greedy outside governments. Await the changes. Then take the lead. This a hugely plentiful land of the future. this along with Hawaii and east Russia. Changes are always first. Don't flee to a land to take to try to take the future, you will not survive. Only those whom take the land and live it as it is today and take the ways of the locals will inherit.
I deceided to post this after seeing a slideshow of greenland. It did convince me this meditation has some truth. As most of Greenland is still ice. there was one picture of a village in the southwest that had lost most of it's ice througout the year. The soil was very dark and rich. the grass growing out of it was very strong and green, better looking naturally than what most people can grow in thier front yard. The picture of the dinner table shown they have an array of food choices. I'm guessing right now they can grow pumkins, squash, lettuces, and other cooler weather veggies. The northerns don't have as wide of food choices as they must eat fish, seal, whale and whatever light veggies they can afford. Green is starting to grow there.

This is a note I wrote to a friend from high school because she asked and I thought it would be good to post for everyone else to see.Thanks for asking..Blue Water Alchemy is a name I chose because the place I live is in the San Luis Valley. The county is called Saguache which was given by the UTE Tribe. It means Earth of the Blue Water or Blue Water Earth.I was very ill over 7 years ago from the "Mystery Virus" a hybrid version of the West Nile. I was dying and the day I was dying and in a vision my Mom came to get me. She passed away over 12 years ago. I decided I could not go with her so we parted and said good bye. Well, that evening I was listening to Coast to Coast a radio show and a man spoke about Ormus and called it a "white liquid from Heaven" and I knew I was meant to hear it as I had been having dreams about it the whole time I was ill. I ordered it from a smaller company out of Washington State and two days later it arrived and when I tasted it I knew I would get better and I knew I would also learn how to make it. So.. I learned how to make it from Barry Carter the guy who spoke about it on Coast to Coast. Here I am, in early 2010 I quit my job from Anheuser Busch after almost 20 years and after seven years of making Ormus moved to my home here with my partner Scott.

Through my dreams I found Crestone Colorado. My Mom kept appearing to me in my dreams and showing me this area and through synchronicity, fate we are here. My mom passed away over 11 years ago. My friend Kelly was driving through the area on the way to her family's ranch in Cortez Colorado. She stopped in Saguache to call me and said she felt an energy and thought of me and that I needed to come here. So, weeks later I came and stayed at a place called Joyful Journey. I had never been to the valley. I brought my sister Pat and we stayed in a yurt and we also went to their hot-springs and it is there as the sun was setting that my previous vision with my Mom unfolded before me. I could see the sun setting on the Sangre De Cristo Mountains casting a beautiful pinkish hue and the mountains were powerful. My sister Pat was standing facing me on my right in the pool the only thing missing was my mother Reiko. But I knew she was there in spirit. That moment I knew, this is where I was meant to be. Crestone has 27 Spiritual Centers from around the world and the community here has embraced us. I am home thanks to my Mom.

August 17, 2011. A.M.I was walking in an older neighborhood and everywhere I looked there was water. I left and continued walking and everywhere I walked there was water and everywhere I traveled water was everywhere. This continued throughout my dream water was everywhere no matter where I went. Very similar to my California dream in reference to the water being everywhere as we traveled.

Reoccurrenct theme... I am barely strong enought to duck down and through otherside. Visuals are stupendous, magnificent in size. Perfectly momentous wave forms ~ potent yet composed of - just water. The energy & integrity of the waves forms is always realistic.

View from my window suprisingly wide angle of a pleasant beachside shoreline, small outcroppings and surf worn rocks, low flat tidal area...suddenly upon second glance it is fuller than mere high tide & seems to be advancing higher still - yet not with great rapidity. Next view:water has suddenly receded, tsunami fashion. I am slightly confused as I think, it goes out first, then rushes back in? (Not the other way around?) but it is fully happening and I am talking, almost yelling myself hoarse into my cell phone - very aware this is a event of some magnitude - trying to alert others. Next, after telling at least two people, my daughter & a man -phone ceases to function -digital display indicatesmalfunction and in effect it isOFF

Phone not working properly, hear a ring yet it cuts out/off. I think, "If they care enough they'll try to reach me more than just two times in one day" or to tht effect. Next I am using the phone to tll family and friends about this calamity (part 2 of the dream is in WATER) til I am finally yelling, hoarse from tryig to so hard to call/tell them. End: Phone display shows fully malfunctioning - it is OFF.

I had this dream years ago and I have never forgotten it. The details of it are as sharp now as they were when I first dreamed it. I feel that if I ever saw his face again, I would instantly know who he was.
I was standing in what looked like a huge airport?jhanger. HUGE. There were lots of different people (and I use the term 'people', for lack of anything else to call them. They were life forms of various shapes and sizes) Some were milling about, talking in their various lanquages, some were rushing to some unknown destination. There were aircraft IN this huge area. Strange craft of different shapes and sizes but none resembled anything I was familiar with. I could see the city outside huge glass windows. It appeared the city was made of huge pink crystal monoliths of varying heigths. The sky was a soft pink hue. I direct my attention to a gangplank of sorts. An old man with white hair, wearing long, brownish, flowing robes, with striking blue eyes, approaches me, reaching out to me in a loving embrace. He tells me that he is proud of me for doing what I am about to do. He tells me that he will always love me and that I will not remember this place or him or any of this when I get to where I am going. But I am crying now and I tell him that I will NEVER forget him and that I will always love him with all my heart and miss him terribly. He chuckles softly, smiles and takes my face in his hands, kisses me on the forehead and then I wake up.

I have had this reaccuring dream series for the past 40 years at least. I started having it when I was very young and this dream always carries over for 3 consecutive nights. The first night I dream that I am laying in a ditch of some kind, hiding under some brush. The wind is blowing and its raining. The rain is so hard that it stings my face. The sky is a strange color. It's dark and gloomy and gray but it's not a nighttime kind of dark. The air feels charged and smells like sulfer. Then I wake up.
The second night, the dream starts out the same as what I just mentioned but it carries on from there to me crawling out of the ditch and literally digging my fngers into the mud, trying to cling on for dear life, as I make an attempt to belly crawl out from under the brush covering the ditch, and across a large open field, toward a grassy mound that I see about 1/8th of a mile in front of me. The wind is so powerful that I can barely fight against it. The mound is framed by two straight trees that are beginning to sway as the wind increases. The rain is starting to sting so hard that I am having a hard time seeing, but I never loose sight of the mound. (This mound is about 30 feet higher than the rest of the area) I start to see what I first thought was lighting. Then I realize the flashes of light are not white, but some are red and some are blue. And they are not, for the most part, making cloud to ground contact. The bolts of light are flashing back and forth across the sky from cloud to cloud. Then I wake up.
The third night starts out like the first night, then progresses to the second night and finally ends with me arriving at the base of the mound, on my belly, with my fingers dug deeply into the mud and bleeding. I look up through the wind and rain and see a man standing at the top of the mound. He is dry, dressed all in white and seems to be completely unaffected by the conditions that are pushing me to the very limit of survival. He appears to have some kind of soft illumination all around him, coming from him. He walks down the side of the mound, toward me, reaches out his hand to me and says, "take my hand. its time to go" I reach up and grab his hand with my wet, muddy, bloody hand and then I wake up.
I had this dream series once a year, every year for about 10 years starting when I was in my late teens/early 20s. Then it slowed down and I only seemed to have it once every few years. I think the last time I had it was probably 10 years ago. I also believe I may have actually come across an area, in real life, that looks exactly like the place in my dream..

I am in a large city, with a subway system, or underground rail.
I am traveling up, to get out of the train station. It's noisy. There is a large explosion, and then suddenly everything is quiet. Now I am running down to help survivors.
In my dream two to three hundred people have died, and I'm given the date of November 7th. I won't even begin to describe what the hurt people looked like---totally gross.
I have this same dream three times in one evening, and I awake totally stressed out.