posted on Dec, 26 2009 @ 12:04 PM
Dream December 26th, 2009
Dalai Lama and floating lifetimes
So here’s the dream:
I was walking down highway 1 in California near Carmel or Santa Barbara or so, I didn’t recognize the area but it was overlooking the Pacific Ocean.
I was walking down a cement bridge and road down to a parking lot where my sister Sandy, her husband Steve, and one of her sons, Jared, were waiting
with their car. When I got to them I recognized they were awake but sort of mannequin-like. I walked down to the beach; the water was rough.
I stripped off all my clothes but still had this red Speedo on, it seemed to provide safety and I knew most people never took it off. I took mine off
and knew I had more mental access to something risky but spiritual and pure. I walked out into the water.
Floating in the water were dozens or hundreds of people, upright in standing position, but one to two feet higher than they should be; they had the
Speedo things on. All the people were basically mannequins and had no ability or will to take action.
I swam out almost half a mile and stopped. I was treading water but recognized I didn’t need to and that I could stay afloat just by meditative
will. When I did I felt much more open and full of white light with golden light radiating around me. I floated arms outstretched forward with palms
open toward the front and eyes closed but still seeing as though they were open.
From the right front I recognized a being, a person, coming toward me floating in the air. I knew this persons entire life, their main life purpose
for being here. I was seeing their soul although the person had died long before. They needed help being taught and balancing the planet’s Karma for
something that was unresolved in their lifetime. With a small awareness and force of will I waved my hand and the activity was satisfied, the soul
dissolved into a golden balloon and popped like a gold firework in the sky. This healing and balancing happened about four times strongly, each ending
with the beautiful golden firework pop, then about 10-12 times more subtly, then thousands then hundreds of thousands of times in an instant as though
I had become one with each soul worldwide without effort. I felt energized and at peace, at one with all that is in the world out to a spherical
boundary in space around the earth.
Then, on my front left next to me in a boat, my Mom showed up. She kept trying to put something into this tray I had floating near me. The tray was my
workspace for these other beings’ Karma. She kept trying to make me do this one particular thing next, but I didn’t want to. The thing she kept
putting in my floating tray looked like an oblong red plastic waffle. With a wave of my hand it would go back to her tray, in her boat. The third time
she put it in my tray I used my hand to move it back to her tray. I said, resolutely, “I don’t need this anymore; it doesn’t exist.” And she
and her boat disappeared in a pop of golden light. I recognized it wasn’t my Mom at all, but something I needed to deal with in my lifetime.
Right after that the Dalai Lama arrived. He was in meditation pose, floating above the water to my left; he was glowing with light. He smiled happily
to me and said, “Enough souls have [swayed/liberated] that the change can begin.” (It seemed like he said both words at once). I was joyous and I
began swimming to shore.