Searching for Cheyenne
November 16, 2013. DREAM. Cheyenne had been gone for a while and I was outside looking for her. I found her walking on the other side of the creek just beyond the bridge, perhaps making her way down to cross the ford.
“Hi, Cheyenne, so there you are!” I chirped as I crossed the bridge.
Interpretation: The creek represents the divide between dimensions; and the bridge, of course, represents the bridge between the physical and the astral. I am on one side of the veil and Cheyenne is on the other.
Coordination with Hannibal
November 16, 2013. Robert called me in the morning, saying he had had contact with Dr. Hannibal/St. Germain in his early-morning meditation and was informed there would be Sixth Ray projections through MariLyn and him during the day in Washington, D.C. My master teacher wanted Robert to make a physical connection with me via phone to pull me into the coordination. [Click here.]
By late morning I was contacted by a hieronic beam, which reverberated as a strong pressure on my crown chakra and at both temples. While I adjusted to the vibrational frequency change, I experienced periodic waves of dizziness and nausea.
Around noontime I had to stop work and lie back in my reclining chair to absorb the energy influx. I tuned my thoughts toward Dr. Hannibal, inquiring if there was any information he wanted to convey. The only impression I received was, “I’ve already relayed the other day [November 10th] everything I need to say. Just be an anchoring point, a battery for the hieronic projections.” The beam lasted a few hours, before I was released later in the afternoon.
Early in the evening, Robert and MariLyn phoned to share their further experiences that afternoon with St. Germain. Their contact had occurred simultaneously with mine at I Am Nation headquarters.
Venusian Scout Craft
November 20, 2013. HIERARCHAL BOARD MEDITATION. Robert and MariLyn had returned Monday from the D.C. Mission, so this was our first meditation together. As a triangulated team we anchored and absorbed the hierarchal energies of the mission. Since I leave on Saturday the 23rd (my 62nd birthday) for Texas to visit family over Thanksgiving, we also worked on my protection.
When I focused on my upcoming travel, I was surrounded in a vibrational energy cloak, undoubtedly placed there for my spiritual protection. Eventually my Motah Self overshadowed me, as well.
Suddenly, in my mind rang out, “Bell. Bell. Bell.” With clear mental force, the word was repeated three times. I then received the impression that it meant Dr. Hannibal had assigned a bell-shaped Venusian scout craft to accompany me and to provide protection during my travel. The crew would monitor physical and spiritual conditions en route, and would relay my status to the mother ship for any needed adjustments. “Heed any warning signals we may give you,” I was informed.
Celie and Trinity House
November 21, 2013. DREAM. In my apartment, I suddenly turned around and Celie (Cathie’s dog) was standing there. I exclaimed, “Oh, Celie, it’s so good to see you! You’re looking better.” (She was of a normal weight, not gaunt as when I last saw her.) I affectionately petted her and rubbed her ears. She was happy to make the connection, too. Then she turned and quickly bounded back out my open French door, where Cheyenne was outside waiting for her. They had been having a ball scampering around and playing with one another. It was a joyous sight!
When Celie ran out to rejoin Cheyenne, I was astonished to see perhaps a dozen workmen busy with a big project just outside the door. I discovered they were renovating and upgrading the entire air duct system of Trinity House! As soon as I noticed the workers, several of them trooped inside to expand the operation. One of them, perhaps the foreman, showed me the new filter system that also was being installed with the new ducts.
Interpretation: Recently I’ve been concerned about Celie’s health, as she had appeared so gaunt when I last saw her a couple weeks ago. Later this morning, I found out from Cathie that Celie had recently been diagnosed with diabetes and Cathie was giving her insulin twice a day. Celie was doing better, though still not eating normally.
The open door of my apartment represents the free access or passage between planes. Cheyenne, on the astral, is cavorting with the astral form of her former playmate. As a K9 guardian, she is maintaining an interdimensional connection with her friend still on the physical plane. (Note that on October 14th I had dreamed that Cheyenne was with Shadow, Cathie’s other dog.) Celie’s normal weight in the dream is a positive sign that she is responding to medical treatment.
I believe this is the first time I’ve dreamed of Celie. More than likely, my interdimensional connection with Cheyenne facilitated this astral encounter.
Trinity House symbolizes my own abode (trinity of consciousness) on the physical plane, the residence or incarnation of my high Self mission through my four lower bodies. The air duct system relates to the etheric and astral channel ways of higher energies into my form. These channels or conduits are being upgraded, renovated for higher works. In this regard, I am reminded of what St. Germain told me on October 23rd, that he was planning “something new” for me.
Along with the ducts, new filters were being installed. Filters represent the upgraded ability in spiritual consciousness to filter out any interference of lower or unnecessary thoughts and vibrations as I anchor my higher channeling functions on Earth. So be it.
November 22, 2013. Dr. Robert gave me an auric balancing in preparation for my Thanksgiving trip to Texas. (I leave tomorrow, the 23rd, my 62nd birthday.) During the balancing, he felt a hieronic beam, which triggered a sudden wave of nausea. A few minutes later Conrad contacted me, via my heart chakra, and tied in the inner plane connection with the Venusian space crew who has been assigned to pace me and to monitor conditions as I travel. Their vibration was familiar, and I had the impression I have known the Venusian commander before, in past lives on Venus. His scout craft is of medium size and holds a crew of twelve or less.
Cheyenne Keeps Tabs
November 24, 2013. DREAM. (I was at my family’s home in Texas.) While exploring around the house and neighborhood, suddenly Cheyenne came around the corner to greet me. Pleasantly surprised, I stopped to speak to her and to pet her.
Interpretation: Perhaps this is Cheyenne’s way of showing me that, even though I am in Texas, she is keeping tabs on me from the inner planes.
Christ Light Prevails
November 25, 2013. DREAM. Highly judgmental Christian Fundamentalists, cleverly disguised as hierarchal agents with authority, attempted to deceive me into believing that my thoughts and actions had damned me to hell for eons. During my stressful encounter with them, a complex scenario unfolded. But in the end my Christ light uncovered their deception, and I prevailed with the truth.
Interpretation: As with a dream this past August 28th, I am reminded once again of Jesus’ statement, “Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.” (John 8:32)
This astral attack occurred in the wee hours of Monday morning. I discovered the following day that on the same morning as my dream a woman in town had murdered her boyfriend (stabbed him in the chest with a steak knife during a domestic argument) in an apartment complex that, as the crow flies, is only about a mile away from my family’s home! The story made big headlines in the Tuesday newspaper.
November 27, 2013. MEDITATION. This afternoon, I managed to lie down in the bedroom and have some solitary time to meditate and tune in. The time roughly coincided with Robert and MariLyn’s preparations for Hierarchal Board meditation in Tennessee.
While centering my thoughts, suddenly the image of an Indian chief (just head and shoulders, not full body) appeared clearly in my inner vision. He was not wearing a headdress or any feathers, but he did have a streak of ceremonial black paint that extended around his eyes, across the bridge of his nose, and over both temples. Picture the mask worn by the Lone Ranger, or the markings around the eyes of a raccoon. My first thought was: “Cochise!”
Interpretation: According to an intunement by Nada-Yolanda, Cochise, an Apache chief in the American Southwest in the nineteenth century, was an embodiment of the same soul who later incarnated as President Lyndon Baines Johnson.
In a contact that morning, LBJ, who operates on the Fifth Ray and is working with the astral Council of Presidents, had informed Robert that he (Johnson) would triangulate with him and with my brother Jonathan and me in Texas, in order to ground hierarchal energies coming through the astral planes. This coordination is a follow-up of the recent D.C. Mission.
Later, I went online to search for a photo of Cochise. The image I found appeared very similar to the face in my vision. In the photo, although Cochise is wearing a bandana around his head, he is not otherwise adorned with feathers or war paint.
The ceremonial paint I saw in my vision was not menacing or negative. So, I presume the “mask” was symbolic of peering through the veil from the invisible astral.
I do not know if the contact indeed was Cochise, but at the very least it represented a connection with Amerindian astral forces here in Texas.
Lower Astrals Attack
November 30, 2013. DREAM. While riding a bicycle at night downtown, I encountered a large gang of Neo-Nazis, dressed in military uniforms reminiscent of those of the Nazi SS. They were violently seizing control of the town and were taking hostages at gunpoint. I was caught in the mêlée. For the sake of self-preservation — so as not to get shot — initially I made myself as invisible and as passive as possible among a group of hostages.
One of the Neo-Nazis approached me, but I remained unresponsive, pretending to be in a stupor or to play possum. He looked me over suspiciously and decided I was not a threat; nonetheless, he confiscated my belt. After he walked away, I stealthily made my escape on foot. A few fellow hostages joined me. Once we left the immediate central blocks of downtown, we passed by a sizable police force, or SWAT team, that was advancing to recapture the town from the criminals. We made our way to safety.
Interpretation: This dream is the second astral attack I’ve had since I arrived in Texas. Obviously, the lower astrals, or the low thoughts of others on the physical, are reacting to the current hierarchal energy influx. The Christmas cycle typically starts around Thanksgiving, which was on November 28th.
For me, riding a bicycle typically symbolizes operating in my astral body (the two-wheeled vehicle represents a balancing of astral and physical bodies). A belt symbolizes the protective band that girds the solar plexus chakra, seat of the soul-psychic senses. The police force denotes higher astral guardians, protectors of the light who are specially trained and equipped to deal with lower astrals.
As for my own “invisible” or passive stance, in the dream I thought it the better part of wisdom. Upon awaking, I was reminded of the advice Sananda/Jesus had channeled years ago through Nada-Yolanda: In the War of Armageddon, choose your battles wisely. Do not rush headlong into direct confrontation with evil forces if the situation does not call for an aggressive response. Always allow your Christ Self to guide you carefully.
Visitors From Other Planets
December 1, 2013. DREAM. In my office, I was with Nada-Yolanda and a couple of her unidentified staff members. A shipment arrived that contained our newly reprinted edition of Visitors From Other Planets. I took one of the brand-new books out of the box to admire it. Holding it lovingly to my heart, I said to Yolanda, “This book is as dear to me as would be my own child.”
Interpretation: Perhaps the dream signals a new “edition” of space contacts, or revelations via higher thoughts, to come during the Christmas cycle.
My statement also reminds me of a similar sentiment I had expressed to Yolanda on her sixtieth birthday in 1985, and at other times: “Visitors From Other Planets is very precious to me. In fact, I owe my soul mission to you; for through your groundbreaking channelings, I have been able to reconnect directly with the Federation of Planets in this lifetime.”
Photos: (1) Cheyenne, 2007, Mark-Age Archives. (2) Cosmic Interlace © by Hartmut Jager. (3) Celie, 2008, Mark-Age Archives. (4) Trinity House, 2006, Mark-Age Archives. (5) Cochise, Apache chief (photographer unknown). (6) Nada-Yolanda, 1999, Mark-Age Archives.