The Next Phase and a Collective Dream

From a couple emails I sent this morning:

We have entered the next phase. Our birch tree confirms it. The top of it fell over in last night’s storm. The little wren keeps hopping around on the fallen branches, trying to make sense of it all. I have had several external markers this morning indicate a huge shift into the next phase.

I decided to share most of yesterday morning’s dream here, because — while personal — it also seemed collective, even at the time I had it.

“The Cliff and Bag of Bread Epic”

This was a long, four-part dream. I recall almost nothing from the first three parts, but the last part is clear.

I was in some kind of resort, and Stuart (from Artists and Aliens) was the bartender. He was very busy, just working efficiently, but nonstop. At some point he handed me a large, square bag of bread and asked me to donate it to the delivery truck for recycling. It seemed like if the bar didn’t go through enough bread, then they could donate it to the delivery place and possibly get some sort of credit.

I don’t know the arrangement. Stuart just tasked me with donating the bread. I looked out the window and saw the truck below, turning onto a side street.

I ran fast down the hill with the bread but suddenly found I had overshot a cliff. By a lot. I looked down and realized I was nowhere near the side street and about four stories higher, looking for somewhere soft to land, but there was nothing but asphalt far below.

The cliff had rock face you could maybe climb, but I wasn’t on ropes. Everything was also a little wet and mossy, like it had recently rained. The cliff, even if I could reach it, would be slick. Even if I managed to somehow swing myself to the cliff, I would probably smash my head open. I looked down again and calculated that a normal person would die, but realized I would not.

I knew that fall would hurt. Bad. It would take years to recover, very painful years. No options seemed good, yet here I was kind of floating in suspended animation, four stories above the asphalt, holding a 3×3’ bag of bread.

The delivery truck was long gone, and I continued to scan for somewhere soft to land. I could not believe this would happen to me, that I trusted Stuart about delivering the bag of bread, and it led me to this impossible situation.

After awhile, I realized I should have hit the ground by now. I became curious how I had not fallen anymore. I just floated by the cliff in suspended animation. I kept scanning and scanning for somewhere to land, but there was nowhere. I realized I was powerless to control the situation at all.

After a very long while, I realized I was slowly moving backwards. When I turned around, I saw that the street so far below had raised in a gradual hill as I was moved backwards. I saw a fence with very pointy pickets and thought, “Oh, no, that is NOT a soft place to land. I had this miraculous recovery only to land on very sharp points?! I don’t believe it.”

Whatever force moved me did set me down on top of the fence, but so gently it didn’t hurt. There was a boxwood hedge almost as high as the fence, right next to it, and I managed to climb down quite easily. I still had the bag of bread.

I walked for what seemed like years — a very long time anyway — back to the low spot in the road and figured out how to get back to the resort at the top of the cliff. I think I walked on a road, not climbed the cliff. I only recall my arrival. I briefly debated finding the delivery truck since I had not completed my assignment, then realized I couldn’t find the delivery truck even if one still existed.

Stuart seemed slower now and maybe more of higher management, not the bartender. Tania and Courtney Geyer were there. Courtney asked if I wanted her to complete a painting we talked about a long time ago. I realized I was ready now and said, “Yes, that would be perfect.”

There was an earlier part of running a t-shirt through a color photocopier, along with a check, like a bank check. All the sides of everything managed to print at once, and this t-shirt was colorful in its designs. That’s from one of the earlier parts I don’t recall, but it had something to do with the recent event of my running off the cliff and then floating to safety, then journeying back.

I was a new person when I returned from the journey. Not everyone understood that, but it was true. This dream felt epic in scope and also like it tracked with COVID lockdown and disruption of normal life — like we are getting towards the end — not there yet but pretty close. Nothing will be the same [and some people will be angry. That’s their issue; nothing can be done about it.]

Bible flip calendar today: “We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they are good for us — they help us learn to be patient. And patience develops strength of character in us and helps us trust God more each time we use it until finally our hope and faith are strong and steady.” ~ Romans 5:3-4

END of dream journal.

I’m just posting the photo and dream here in case either speaks to anyone on a personal or collective level. I omitted some of the more personal parts of the dream, as well as my interpretation. Just sharing because when I awoke yesterday, I thought, “This is also a collective dream.” As so often happens with me, parts of the dream then appeared in waking life later that day.

It feels like lots of tiny gears all moving together like clockwork. This, in turn, reminds me of two dreams I posted on 2/06/2020, before COVID lockdowns began:

Synchronously, before listening to this, two dreams this morning featured “Time” as a topic, including a wall of dozens of circular clocks, all synchronized, all being kept warm by a “hot plate wall” behind them. The message was one I keep getting, “high vibe and filled with life force energy,” a theme that keeps showing up in dreams about death, mud or dusty wreaths filled with seeds. This particular dream implied that we could “eat Time” and that this time banquet was being prepared and kept warm by amazing cosmic time chefs who knew exactly when and how to serve the right moments as a feast.

In the prior dream, I was in a clothing store, second story, somewhere in Idaho. The female clerk told me that in order to find what I wanted, I needed to cross the street. I went downstairs and began to cross the street, which turned into an intimidatingly wide street.

I crossed at a crosswalk, but the light went through several cycles as I made my way across the street. I was wearing high heeled, intricately carved wooden shoes, which I realized I could not continue to walk in. I took them off, and my bare feet couldn’t continue walking on this road, either. I was already in the middle of the road with cars on both sides. I dropped to my knees, kneeling, and “walking” on my knees across the street.

I worried that no one could see me so low to the ground, that I would get run over. Then I realized that none of the drivers of the cars seemed to notice the lights had changed. Time had either slowed down or stopped for them while I made my way — safely — across the street. When I arrived at the other store, traffic resumed. The store had exactly what I wanted, even though I didn’t know I was looking for it. I left wearing the new clothes.

Wishing everyone peace and love as we undergo another collective shift.

15 responses to this post.

  1. For some unknown reason, this very old blog post popped up right after I posted this one:

    It may be relevant to coming times, including the Jon Rappaport piece it introduces.



  2. Posted by Tony on June 18, 2021 at 12:12 pm

    I had a vision somewhat like your dream a while back that also felt like a collective signpost. I saw a train moving at very high speed through a dark tunnel, and as it emerged from it there was a very large and very deep ravine under it…but there was no bridge, or rails. The train flew at high speed out of the mountain and started falling towards the bottom of the ravine, but instead of feeling scared, it felt like FREEDOM!! And I had a sense that before we hit bottom, we’d learn to fly.

    I also had a very vivid vision a few weeks ago of hundreds of loaded semi trucks barreling off of freeways and crashing on the on and off ramps, paralyzing traffic. But the feeling I had was it HAD to happen, and it wouldn’t be too bad, because the trucks would have what we needed to survive before the roads were cleared.

    I think things will go off the rails soon, but the outlook to have is that it HAS to happen, and the end result will be freedom after a short period of chaos. And we will get through it by helping each other, because collectively we have exactly what we need already in order to rebuild if we share it.

    BTW I applied for early retirement. My last day is July 2. I’m moving in with my brother while I figure out my next steps. Just like your card spread showed!

    Thanks for your shares, I click here first thing in the morning for my frequency “fix”. Better than coffee!!

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  3. Yes the shift that was in motion has anchored ⚓ 💚

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  4. TY Laura. Well, part of it spoke to me directly: I had been observing and ruminating earlier about how the Earth is in a serious Saturnian phase (being square Uranus exactly), and how this often resulted in delays….and how its message thereby was patience. So patience, patience….oh and one of my housemates is named Roman, and they are most certainly being tested right now in the area of patience.

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    • You’re welcome. Yes, that Saturn square Uranus energy keeps reverberating, and right now it seems more Saturnian than Uranian, although things are definitely anchoring into the new, as Tania says.



  5. Posted by seattle72 on June 18, 2021 at 10:03 pm

    Your dreams are always such an interesting read!

    I’ve been getting tons of “Time” stuff too. It’s hard to put into words. Also lots of bizarre, unexplained stuff going on, loud noises in my house for no apparent reason, crystals changing places… also, on the broader scale, shared remembrances of cultural events are being/have been rewritten [read Mandela Effect].

    I do recall going through months of dreams this year where I was trying to calculate something. I never knew what, exactly. I would wake up from dreams of nothing but numbers and equations, usually performed on a 10-key calculator. Then one night, a few weeks ago, I found the answer. I was finally done. It was like a rubick’s cube clicking in to place, that last turn and voila, all done. No more dreams about figuring out problems…

    I relate to the birch tree photo. I definitely feel like a chapter has wrapped. I’m nervous what comes now, though. 🦊

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  6. Allot of what you shared resonates. Time and timelines have been very magnified to me. I posted a few times lately of timelines going in and out allot for me I’ve lost things in the changes back and forth, they will reappear. At first I would look all over for what seemed to be lost or moved. Frantic at times. Then it would show itself again, a day or a week or a few months later. Now I patiently know it will return, and it does. Even a neighbor’s bush will be there one day and then next time I notice, it’s gone. Then it returns. I’m observing and chuckling. I sure appreciate your share

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    • I TOTALLY get that about the disappearing and reappearing objects depending on which timeline! That is one of the most maddening parts of timeline shifts, if you let it get to you. The rational mind doesn’t like that sort of thing. It happens so often that now I just consider it confirmation of a perceived shift. “Yep, things are different!” ❤

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      • Posted by seattle72 on June 19, 2021 at 4:06 pm

        Yes. This! I was thinking I was moving stuff around in sleepwalking events. Even bought a motion detector to wake myself up, to catch myself in the act..

        Seriously thought I was losing it, well, maybe that’s another story, but omgosh yes! It’s so bizarre when it happens. If anyone happens to find my extra eyeglass clothes, let me know. 😺

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  7. […] birds landed on those branches, and we even had a nest of wrens. On June 18, 2021, in a post called “The Next Phase and a Collective Dream,” I posted about the tree toppling over in a storm. (11:11 as I typed the title). All that day and […]



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