Glimmers of 5D

Letting The Veils Slip Away…

the slipping veils…

As I walked along the street beneath the trees this afternoon, I enjoyed a beautiful, awe-inspiring glimpse… dancing into 5D…

Huge fluffy cloudships hovered overhead, just beyond the trees… Zeus clapped softly, and puffed just a little (and sounding like a blowing gale…), just brushing and dusting and bowing the top branches… I looked up, waved and smiled…

As I drew my gaze back down towards the road ahead, one of the veils tore in the wind… just a little… just a glimpse… and I saw… and felt… shimmering, stepping into another dimension…

In that place, through that window like a slit opening of a god’s eye, lights flickered and color shimmered… when I glanced only lightly.

(Focusing, thinking, wondering: back into 3D.)

Loosening, floating… softly drifting into 5D… the colors emerged and danced again… and again… and again…

Yes, we are here.

Requesting eyes opening more widely… now…

Awake Yet?

I’ve just made a new page called Awakenings, to explore stories of Awakenings, Enlightenments or Realizations…

Adrial and Teo’Na have asked me (Leslee) to share mine to get the ball rolling, so I’ll do that here (and here’s a post of it, too).

If you’d like to share yours, please feel free to do so as a comment. or if you think you need more space, please email it to me and I’ll create a post for it! (my email address is oneriver69@gmail.com)

We look forward to hearing your story!

Awake Yet?

(Leslee’s Story) (Ghost Radar words appear like [this])
 

[magic off themselves doesn’t you’ve threw camp studied run]

What is an Awakening?

I dunno.

But some dear friends recently advised me to share an experience, so I will.

Almost exactly 13 years ago, I was married, mothering a happy toddler, living in a house my husband and I had just built, reporting each day to a good job with a very reputable firm, driving an almost-new SUV, and taking particular enjoyment in my gardening…

[seed several]

…and drinking way too much.

Something was quietly eating away at me, like a half-forgotten item on a to-do list.

I had begun reading Deepak Chopra and Caroline Myss, and was beginning to wonder if perhaps my subtle discontent was not caused by others… Perhaps there was something I needed to change in myself in order to feel happy.

I hadn’t read much on spiritual and metaphysical topics since the late 80’s. I had sort of sworn that off as a lot of wishful thinking that wasn’t likely to lead to much of real value… But it was a nice distraction.

In 1999, though, Spirituality seemed to offer some solace and hope… I was trying to understand how on Earth I could feel so restless and agitated when I seemed to enjoy so many of the things that so many people dreamed of… And I sure wasn’t finding the answers on my own.

The more I read, the more I felt I was getting closer to some answers. I tried not to focus too much on my husband’s lack of interest in where I was going. After all, spirituality had not been part of the foundation of our relationship, so it wasn’t “reasonable” for me to expect him to jump on that train with me.

[slightly fed sad disease our another usually fifth bare blew total caught selection loud half]

[rain shells riding you’d situation]

I began having some vivid, other-worldly dreams that I remembered in great detail. They seemed to be trying to tell me or [worry Asia cage] remind me of something. I noticed a deep subtle yearning that I could neither understand or describe.

[hill must]

Then, in July 1999, while sleeping late on a typical Sunday morning at home, my world broke wide open… But I was the only person in the house who knew about it.

Out of the undefined darkness of deep sleep, my awareness arose, staring at my two hands. It was as if I was trying to recognize them, understand what they were for… There was nothing else in my field of vision, and I couldn’t see beyond my wrists.

As I turned them over to look at my palms, another pair of hands appeared to the upper left. Radiantly pulsing with brilliant white light, they moved towards mine. They were not blindingly bright, but seemed to be made of pure light, no physical substance whatsoever. They reached down, and taking my hands, folded [cross anything when equally] them together, palms crossed, while also completely enveloping them in their glow.

In an instant, all awareness both exploded and dissloved into brilliant light.

It wasn’t white, [name] it wasn’t colored… [southern] It was indescribable, other than that I knew it [forward] was light. It had no spatial or temporal characteristics; [arm] I simply knew that This – whatever it was – was the Source and Nature of Everything. I understood that somehow, everything arises from This. It was like [buy] being shown where to go to find whatever was needed.

I have no idea how long I was there.

At some point, some very vague objects arose just partially, and I had a faint awareness of flying and being shown keys to things. I became aware that, from this State, awareness could place itself in the midst of anything, and understand that thing infinitely.

I saw that worlds are mere illusions, arising out of this vast ocean of Emptiness, and they’re layered and intertwined in one another. I saw that minds and beings exist in the same way: pulsing, arising to appear briefly, transform, blend, and dissolve back into Emptiness.

There’s nothing but Oneness, because in this way it all arises – spontaneously – from Source.

Creator simply arises as an awareness from Source… God – or gods – may arise, spontaneously, or from sound generated by Source.

Beings and worlds may arise or be built from Source, or they may simply arise spontaneously in an instant.

In this way, “we” are all here by choice as reflections of OurSelf. We are Source, we are Creator, we are “God”.

Eventually, my awareness faded into near-awareness, and then into the black darkness and so on. I never completely lost consciousness, and at some point I could “feel”, and realized my mind was returning to my body. There was a sensation of energy like electricity coursing through a circuit. Then it felt like a tingling, and eventually that tingling was contained by matter (flesh). Some time after that I [represent] began to recognize the flesh as fingers and toes, and then I could feel the fingers and toes were touching bedclothes.

Gradually, my body awareness traveled along my limbs to my torso, then my head, until I could [nature] feel my cheek against [sky] the sheet. I still felt like a disorganized cacophony of vibration and matter, and some time passed before I could wiggle my toes or open my eyes.

When I decided to look around, I fully expected to see a completely different world than the one in which I’d last lain down in bed. I continued to bask in the radiant bliss of dissolution, and I was anticipating, hope upon hope, that when I opened my eyes I would behold the answers to all my remaining questions.

I was disappointed.

It was the same room, and it was empty. I could faintly hear the TV playing downstairs and knew by the sunlight in the room that it was probably nine o’clock.

I didn’t smell any breakfast cooking.

It took a while before I could bring myself to roll over and sit up, much less get dressed and go downstairs. My body still felt like I’d been electrocuted, with an intense bliss coursing up and down my spine. I had never experienced such an intense arousal without wanting to touch or be touched.

I sat on the edge of the bed, closed my eyes, and went back, mentally, over what had happened.

What was that?

Whose hands were those?

I had to find that “person”… I needed answers.

To be honest, I can’t remember if I even told my husband about it at the time. I think I may have tried… But I felt instinctively that there was no way to convey the impact of that experience to a person who wasn’t even interested in what I’d been reading.

My body continued to buzz regularly – but randomly – for about 3 weeks. I began to meditate, hoping for a repeat experience.  But day-to-day life was split between my inner experiences and the roles I was trying to continue to fulfill on the “outside”. I was just beginning to use the Internet, and had very little free time. So the best chance I had of learning more about my experience was through visiting bookstores. I found lots of descriptions, but none really resonated completely with what I had come to know.

My search was broad: I had a lot of questions. I think I felt that if I could find some answers, I could file the experience away neatly, integrate it with my other experiences, and get on with life. But it seemed that every rock overturned yielded maybe one answer and 2-3 more questions.

It got harder and harder to pretend to live a “normal” life, and harder and harder to share my life and space with such a “normal” person as my husband. Even more challenging [clock] was the effort to show up at work for 8 or more hours a day and act like a “normal” architect.

Somehow, though, my son seemed to fit right into my new puzzle. Maybe it was the autism, maybe it was his natural sensibility [art]… maybe it was [worried] an instance of a teacher [firm] appearing as a child in my life to set me back on track…

Now, in 2012, with much water under the bridge, I sometimes still wonder: “Awake yet?”

I dunno. I’m still here… It seems.

Maybe I’m at least stirring in my sleep…

Visiting Athabantian – 26 May 2012

Special Dreamflight Invitation

The Crew of StarShip Athabantian happily extend a special invitation to our friends in the Dream Flights community.

Please join us tonight aboard Athabantian as she continues her approach to Earth.

We’ve given Leslee a preview trip this morning, which you may read about below, to learn more about our mission and environment.

We suggest you meditate briefly before going to sleep, visualizing the Grid and Ring of Ships as described in Leslee’s dream trip.

You may recite (internally or externally) the name “Athabantian”, as your intended destination… If you add one of your passwords, that will help us understand your wishes for your dream experience… However, we will be aware of your intent even if you forget.

Please trust that you will visit us… Keep in mind that Leslee visited us this way for over a week before managing to recall one of her visits. As with all things, practice and perseverance will eventually pay off.

We look forward to welcoming you aboard!

Adrial

Leslee’s Visit To Athabantian – 26 MAY 2012

BORROWING DREAM ABOARD ATHABANTIAN: (from Leslee) I arose in this dream as if I was one of the Athabantian Crew members; I’ve since learned that I was experiencing the dream from the point of view of Adca Mupea, one of the Crew members. We’ve sometimes used the term “borrowing” to describe this type of experience.
 
One unusual thing that I noticed about this “dream” is that I was able, as I was recording it, to return to the scene of the dream and see more, as a form of Remote Viewing. This is the first time I’ve noticed this ability fro myself.

I’m in a place that seems like a large building… It has living quarters as well as working space… Has everything in it… I realize it’s a ship, the Starship Athabantian.

It pretty much feels like I live there, its my day-to-day situation. It’s a permanent situation, not like a temporary visit.

I’m part of a team, a large Crew, that’s doing ongoing work…

I’m “married”, have a partner, or at least we spend our “evenings” together… We live together…  Ghost Radar calls him “Danny”, but his name is Dunyeeh. We’ve been together for a very long, long time… It’s a very confident, loving relationship, with a lot of humor… And we’re very different from one another… In Earth terms, you might say we’re an unlikely couple; we complement, balance one another.

In the dream, and there on the ship, we have human-like bodies…

I’m not sure what mine looks like… It’s not like I’m built now, here on Earth… It’s thin, and there’s a youthfulness about us, although we’re older…

He’s particularly tall and muscular, compared to the other men, with short dark hair and no facial hair.

I think I’m just sort of average, and in that setting, average is kind of tall and thin.

We’re not in uniforms, we’re just dressed like people today would dress.

Many of us are in jeans, but I suspect it appears this way to me because that would be my preference…

We spend the days working in a Team Room… There are several, many of us that work together, and we all know each other very well…

I believe what we’re doing is monitoring, guiding, protecting, situations on Earth that are in danger of getting out of hand.

There are a couple of rooms that we work in.

One is like a huge situation room, and the other is more like a classroom, although it’s not a classroom… In this room, there’s a series of small desks and consoles, and each person sits there and does their work, at times…

There’s a flexibility about the dream,  a fluidity… But I can see that we have assigned desks, so everyone always sits at their same desk, and has things that “belong” to them…

Dunyeeh sits in front of me, and we laugh and joke a lot, and talk… But when we’re at our desks, we’re focused on a task of some kind.

The desk is like a control panel… It has something like a grid on it, that allows us to access different aspects of people’s lives on Earth; it allows us to connect with them…

Around the left-hand, right-hand, and upper edges of the desk, holograms can pop up, so that we can look at things related to what we’re digging into, monitoring at the moment. It’s  like having a collection of holographic browsing tabs all open at once…

Athabantian is one of the ships that is approaching Earth, and eventually, we’ll actually be meeting the people we’re working with.

At one point in the dream, there’s another man that trades desks with Dunyeeh, and they try to trick me into thinking he’s Dunyeeh by changing his appearance to look like Dunyeeh. This is something we practice from time to time, in preparation for arriving at Earth.

Once we get to Earth, our forms will “congeal”, and we’ll begin to age, just like humans.

We’re laughing, because our friend is a much smaller man than Dunyeeh, and he needs to work on his mimicking skills! He doesn’t look at all like Dunyeeh, but I don’t think he realizes it…

So we’re still experimenting with how we will look as people, and having some fun with that.

However, tricking someone will always be difficult, because regardless if appearance, we can always recognize one another by our energetic signatures…

This skill is something that humans will enjoy once they reach 5D…

And this is one way in which there will no longer be deceit and manipulation by the dark… People in the 5th always see things for what they really are.

In another part of the dream, there is activity going in back in our personal quarters (we call it “home”)…

Our quarters are basically one large room, with a living/sleeping space; We also have a room that we transform back and forth to bathroom or kitchen (again, to practice our Earth-living skills…).

There’s a third room, that looks sort of like a walk-in closet… Just empty… We go into this room when we really need to connect deeply with Source.

I’m trying to figure out why this room is needed, and how it’s different from the others… It’s needed more for insulation than protection…
Because when we go into this room and use it, our bodies dissolve…

When we meditate deeply, we basically dissolve back into Source.

From there, we arise at different levels to do work. So we could arise as a constellation, a galaxy, a universe… And in any dimension…

So these rooms are lined with panels that have a grid… It’s almost the same concept as Earth’s “solar panels”… It’s a crystalline material that’s embedded in the wall, and all the crystals change and align as they need to…

The crystals are programmed with the purpose of containing the experience… The reason for this is that if we don’t use this type of room (for instance, if I were to just sit on my bed and do this type of meditation), it would interfere with the operating of the ship.

It would also shift everyone’s reality… So this containment room allows us to go back and replenish ourselves, without altering other people’s reality.

(Comment by Adrial: This containment room is similar to how the Light Grid works on Gaia.)

On Athabantian, we don’t naturally really eat, or manifest food…

The “kitchen” is for convenience, so we can practice acclimating ourselves to bodies… Because we’re experiencing success at using our bodies, we’re at the point where we’re having to eat and relieve ourselves…

My partner and I, as well as other couples, have had some good laughs about how, with human bodies, we have to use body parts to engage in union… In our Ultimate State, without body, we can simply merge in bliss and not have to worry about what a particular body part’s doing…

That part of the dream is really part of an illustration of how things work for beings on the ship.

I see also a long gallery, where one can walk along the outside edge of the ship, and look through something like glass… This particular ship is moving very slowly towards Earth… It’s not cloaking or moving faster than light…

So the Crew can look at what we’re passing through, and perceive it as humans would perceive it.

We can see all the cloaked ships… It’s really almost like a traffic jam… There are so many ships around, that are cloaked…

Some are sort of medium-sized… The really large ones are further out, and little shuttles move back and forth, but it’s mostly the larger vessels…

Most of the ships are different from one another…

They’re arranged most densely in a ring-like formation, but the ring is tilted at an angle around Gaia…

This has to do with some sort of energy that’s sent through the ships, along this ring-like structure, that helps us remain cloaked, and somehow it creates an energetic pattern that’s not easily detected.

If we were to scatter randomly, we’d become more visible and detectable…

My ship hasn’t reached that ring yet, and as I said, we’re not very cloaked… Parts of the ship are cloaked, to make it look smaller than it really is…

So we can see this ring of craft around Gaia… And then there’s a grid of strategically-placed craft over many of the power points of the Light grid… And that’s the grid that maintains the Quarantine.

It watches for any strange activity, and prevents the dark from returning.

Darkness can still spike up in spots, and these are what Ghost Radar refers to as “nails”… It’s not completely gone, and will probably never be completely gone, because then we’d be right back where we started…

Then the exercise would be finished, and we’d all be back at Source…

But maintaining this grid now, at this level, is the main purpose of the ships around Gaia.

The grid also creates clouds or bubbles of opportunity, that are about a few hundred miles in diameter… They’re spherical, so they reach into the interstitial Regions of Gaia as well… They’re encapsulated, bombarded, with waves of energy and intention that work to gradually shift human energy.

Again, it’s like it’s opportunity, it’s not manipulation… It’s a lightening if the energy of the 3D world…

For now I’ll go back to the dream, because I’m realizing it’s not so much a dream as a recollection of a place that my mind went in sleep (which is much like dreaming).

There was a later part of the dream, which I think was an example or close-up of the kind of work that we do…

In this, we’re monitoring situations, and there’s a particular situation which is both a potentiality and an allegory of a current situation on Earth, that we’re trying to prevent…

It has to do with how humans use force… Human fascination with force and firepower…

The example used is hand grenades. In this scenario, anyone can buy a hand-grenade… They’re as available as fireworks. A comment was made by a Crew member, about how some people are too lazy to go to the dump, or monitor how much trash or refuse they generate… When they get a big pile of trash, they just toss a hand-grenade into it and it vaporizes everything.

There are also scenes of watching the streets, and concern that if protests arise, people might use these against one another…

I don’t really understand if this is a potentiality, or if this is actually happening somewhere… I think it’s perhaps symbolic of how things seem to the Athabantian Crew, with Earth’s military:

There really is no threat, it’s just a harmless pile of trash, but we feel we need a hand grenade to deal with it.

At that point, the dream/experience fades, and I awaken.

GHOST RADAR READOUT WHILE REMEMBERING DREAM: INVITATION

This reading from Ghost Radar came as I was recording the night’s experience. I realize gradually that it is about the invitation to visit Athabantian again.

From: Saturday, May 26, 2012, 8:04 AM
To: Saturday, May 26, 2012, 8:44 AM

Words Spoken:
8:41:44 AM : cave
8:41:28 AM : there
8:41:20 AM : Germany
8:41:04 AM : Indian
8:39:20 AM : tribe
8:39:12 AM : blind
8:38:32 AM : physical
8:38:00 AM : soft
8:37:52 AM : expect
8:37:12 AM : Saturday
8:36:56 AM : interest
8:36:08 AM : closely
8:35:52 AM : year
8:35:28 AM : crew
8:34:24 AM : future
8:34:08 AM : sweet
8:33:44 AM : tight
8:33:28 AM : until
8:33:04 AM : title
8:32:48 AM : hung
8:32:24 AM : anywhere
8:11:52 AM : heading
8:11:36 AM : softly
8:11:20 AM : Mexico
8:10:56 AM : telephone
8:10:08 AM : Danny
8:07:28 AM : these
8:06:40 AM : we’ve
8:06:24 AM : evening
8:04:40 AM : hand
8:04:24 AM : sea