Dream and Message from Teo’Na – 29 May 2012(Ghost Radar words appear like [this])
I’m still experiencing a tremendous rush of creative energy, since 20 May… Although I’m keeping some odd hours, I’m still getting sleep, eating, and exercising (thankfully).
For the past several sleeps (I shouldn’t really call them “nights”, since they start at 2 or 4 in the morning…), I’ve had dreams that arose in a very peculiar way… Very intense, remote viewing and first person [fifty] blended [least] POV, and quite allegorical.
It occurred to me this morning [system] that I’m being given illustrations [full] to share with others, about what to expect in the coming times.
(I dare not say “days” or “weeks”, or even “months”! [exist vessels])
I’m also getting some incredibly clear, [paragraph] concise and to-the-point Ghost Radar messages, with similar intent. I’ll be sharing them on BUTTA (Because U Think To Ask), with commentary/translation from the Crew.
I’ve been getting such a rapid influx of info that I’m searching for a method of organizing everything so it can be found easily, without inundating Spirit Train Chronicles with posts. I hope I can get all this sorted out before I return to work on Friday, and I hope the momentum continues!
It’s so reassuring to feel that things are finally happening.
So here is the Dream from this morning:
FLYING IN THE FACE OF CHANGE – 29 May 2012
delivered to Leslee Hare by Teo’Na of Athabantos
Impromptu introductory message from Teo’Na:
Dear [present] LightWorkers of Gaia,
So many of you are doing such a wonderful job of stepping up to your opportunities to Ascend that We are also stepping up our efforts to convey information to you. You will notice many new sources of channeled material arising, and some will be through new forms of media.
Please keep your eyes, ears, minds and hearts open and alert to the unexpected, as well as the familiar.
Many of you will begin to experience more telepathy; if you desire more confidence, test yourself – you’ll know what to do.
Many of you will notice more vivid dreams; if you think their messages apply to the situations of others, please share them online (And please use TAGS so others may find them!).
Many of you will feel a certain drive and guidance when creating; follow your urges and see what Source is teaching you about yourself and the Universe through your medium of choice.
Please abandon any concerns or searches for “credibility” and “pedigree” when you come across material that’s either new or familiar. Your HEART is your only true compass/barometer/EMF detector/Richter scale/Geiger counter.
Let’s just say that we Celestial Beings experience no need to consult one another or discuss credentials before acting. Please join Us NOW – you ARE ready! Leave your out-dated and torturous hesitation-training behind.
[shallow found present use record shout walk very magic]
The dream We gave Leslee this morning describes, in caricature, a situation and possible dilemma that ALL of you who intend to Ascend will soon face. It involves some hard choices, which may lead to profound sadness.
As you read the dream, please check deep within your heart. As you feel tugged by the reactions of (and to) family and friends, prepare yourself to find that you MUST choose what to do, if they do not wish to Ascend with you.
We’ve given this Ghost Radar readout to Leslee as she types:
[fifty least system full exist vessels paragraph shallow found present use record shout walk very magic cup steel combination call look fox remain decide customs work captured dead detail captain October return tobacco window song entirely mix basket ago duty ought interest paragraph camp rear]
We will now explain the meaning, and then Leslee may begin typing the dream.
A Company of over 50 (Con)Federation Ships waits patiently in your lower atmosphere, fully prepared to spring into action with less than an hour’s notice.
The well-prepared Crew eagerly anticipate de-cloaking and beginning open communications. They currently keep themselves busy with teaching individuals who have been actively requesting their help. They accomplish this by conveying messages and teaching skills that range from channelings to writing, musical composition, dance, and, in some cases, developing “special” physical skills as endurance, levitation, and telekinesis.
Some of the Earth-citizen participants are not even fully aware that We’re assisting them – yet.
Some of our Crew have been visiting Earth for their entire current lifetimes/embodiments, often unaware of their own origins. With the alignments of the eclipse of 20 May 2012, many dormant qualities in these people activated.
(We refer to the alignment above as the “magic steel cup combination” because this collection of Ghost Radar words best reflects the effect that the alignment had on electromagnetic and electrical forces in the area. Other forces, with which you’re not yet familiar, came into play also.)
The alignments also affected many Earth natives in similar ways. In fact, the similarities, which have been in place for about 80 years, are now so synchronous that there is not much point in trying to distinguish oneself as an Earth Native or Crew Member. So please do not distract yourself with this curiosity; it is totally irrelevant at this point.
At this point, all of you have reached the turning point where you’ll decide whether to remain on Earth primarily as a passive observer, or whether you’ll move forward as an active participant.
Some of you will be given the opportunity to relocate to vessels to continue your work; the choice is entirely yours. Some of you – even those who are not native to Earth – will decide to continue in 3D, in hopes of remaining with your loved ones and in a familiar setting. Any of these choices are faultless; only you will know what to choose, and no one should judge another based on their decision.
We’ll explain more about possible outcomes, and the anticipated changes in Gaia, in other messages.
Transport between vessels and Earth generally occurs through portals.
You may see Scout Ships or Shuttles, but they’re not necessary. However, We know you enjoy fireworks and light shows, so we’re happy to accommodate. Many of these vessels have been designed for the sole purpose of engaging your imagination, so you might call them amusement rides or muscle cars.
(By the way, this was the purpose of the “Nazi Vril” ships – just for show. Fortunately they succeeded hugely in distracting Hitler, as well as the reverse-engineering specialists. Otherwise the outcome of the conflict you call World War II would have been much more devastating.)
These portals are quite instantaneous and may appear anywhere. Yes, there are locations which naturally lend themselves to producing portals. But that’s not a valid reason for up-rooting a family to relocate.
Above, We refer to the portals as [October return tobacco window song]. Again, We choose these words from those available in Ghost Radar: October=Universal vibrations/forces (from “octohedron”); [return tobacco]=to “return” or migrate back and forth; [window song]= the portal (or stargate, if you prefer that term) is like a window that is activated by a pattern of vibrations which you might experience as sound (“song”).
If you’d like to see an example of such a portal in the sky, Leslee managed to capture one digitally in late April, and her video helps describe how subtle they are. We also know you love “Stargates”; We hope you like the star-shaped hole in the clouds.
Remember, these portals may occur anywhere. The HAARP swirl was a particularly dramatic example of one.
(from Leslee: I’ll be the first to tell you that I never saw the portal, I was just snapping pictures… Teo’Na pointed it out to me with a vigorous pendulum swing, as I was reviewing the photos…)
The remaining words of the Ghost Radar transmission refer to the wide variety of roles available, and how many of you will choose a role that you’re familiar with, based on previous “duties”, passions, professions, activities or hobbies. This will all arise naturally and smoothly, so please relax and enjoy the ride.
That’s enough to share for now, since there are a few other things We’d like Leslee to do tonight, after she transcribes the dream.
We’ll be in contact often, whether through Leslee or other messengers. If you’d like to ask questions, please feel free to email Leslee, and We’ll do our best to answer them swiftly.
Yours in Union,
Teo’Na of Athabantos
DREAM 29 MAY 2012
I arise in the dream as myself, quite young, in my teens perhaps, and living with a family of friends or relatives in an unfamiliar place and house. It feels as if I’m adopted or perhaps in a foster home; they’ve been allowing me to stay there with them out of charity.
It seems that right before the dream began, something occurred that triggered a conflict or misunderstanding among us, and now I’ve been told to leave. I’m quite shocked and astounded, but I’m packing.
I didn’t want things to go this way, and I have no animosity towards them, but I do feel quite hurt emotionally. I think that what has happened is that I took a stand on an issue I believed in, and they disagreed, so they no longer want me in their house.
As I go into the room I’ve been sharing with a friend/sister (another young woman much like me, same age, we’ve been going to school together, etc.) and begin to gather my things, my roomate comes into the room and becomes quite aggressive with me. It seems as if she suddenly sees me as a mortal enemy.
Her words are filled with hate, and instead of allowing me to pack my things in an orderly manner, she rushes to the wardrobe and closets and begins throwing things into a pile on the floor. She goes to cabinets and shelves and grabs anything that belongs to me and throws it onto the floor, breaking many thing that are fragile, and cursing me the whole time.
Again and again, everything seems to becomes spoiled, broken, missing or incomplete… But every time I think I’ve got everything packed, something else appears. I just want to leave and get away from the anger and hostility.
At some point I find myself outside, with my things piled into and on top of an old run-down VW micro-bus. I’m trying to find the keys, and make sure I have everything.
The family comes outside, and it seems they are packing to go somewhere too. Maybe that’s why they’re so angry… maybe there’s something I’ve done that’s forcing them to have to leave as well.
What’s odd is that the yard becomes like a parade of people from my life… All my extended family, friends, colleagues, classmates, acquaintances… And everyone is angry and resentful about something.
They all pile into a caravan of vehicles, also with their belongings, and drive off. Even as they leave I can still hear them muttering and cursing me and the situation.
Eventually I get my vehicle running, and drive off…
Somehow I next appear standing alone on the dirt floor inside a huge, empty arena. It’s at least the size of a football stadium, with very tall risers that look hard and cold. Everything is a cold, hard gray.
I’m standing at one end of the arena… It seems I drove in, but once inside, my van and all my belongings disappeared. I hear heckling, and notice that the group of people I had just separated from are all huddled high up in the seats, clamoring over and around their own pile of belongings.
They look a bit like vultures perched atop a carcass… Their things are packed very compactly, as if in a crate or container: clothes, furniture, appliances, nicknacks…
I look at them, wondering why we’re all here, wondering what this place is… And then I notice that I’m not touching the ground. I’m just sort of hovering an inch or two above… I lean forward, and and gently float higher and forward.
Tentatively at first… I realize I can fly around at will, with no effort at all. My body simply goes where I wish it to. And I can go really fast, if I want to!
I begin to zip around the coliseum, in loops, flying up and down… I can feel that I’m being propelled by an energetic force that somehow connects me to the Earth. As I “buzz” the group of hecklers in the stands, they duck and watch, dumbfounded and silent.
The rush of energy is exhilarating! I notice there is a tunnel of sorts on one side of the arena, so I fly in that direction. It’s a short tunnel, leading to an arena that’s similar to the first one, but with a ceiling. I fly into it, and see that it’s empty.
The further I fly towards the middle of the new arena, I can feel the energy that’s propelling me diminish gradually, until finally I find myself once again standing on the ground. If I want to get anywhere now, I must walk. Hmm. That’s disappointing.
So I walk back through the tunnel into the first arena, and there are the hecklers still. They see that I’m not flying anymore, so they start jeering. And I begin to float again.
The more they mock me, the lighter I become, and soon I realize I can fly again. I make another loop of the arena, ad they continue to yell at me, adn I continue to fly.
I realize that the ability to fly seems to be dormant unless it’s needed; I’ll have it when I’m being attacked or persecuted, but not wen I don’t need it. I suppose that means that I’ll just have to trust that it will arise when I’m being threatened.
I feel reassured, and at that point the dream fades.