Category: #Dream

What is the Truth about #Dragons? | Patiently Awaiting HBO’s “House of the Dragon” Series

With the upcoming Games of Thrones Prequel, House of the Dragon, coming in 2022 from HBO, it seems a good time for this post about dragons.

All Fantasy and Fiction are Based Partly on Fact.

When George R. R. Martin penned A Song of Ice and Fire books, the all-knowing Akasha spat out bits and pieces of ancient Chinese history into his open fantastical mind, whether he realized it or not. Mixed with his love of books, interest in fantasy and writing abilities, we were blessed with the long, bloody, incestuous saga A Song of Ice and Fire and its accompanying works. All hail to Martin and HBO for turning this masterpiece into a work of visual art for all to enjoy.

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Dream Blog: Treasures in the Sand

It’s been a minute since I posted a dream, and this one was clear and eye-opening so here goes.

Astrological backdrop:  Sun, Neptune and Mercury Retro in Pisces.

Beautiful Gifts are Lost

A male family member of mine purchased beautiful shoes (size 5) for his wife and other presents for each of his 3 children.  Somehow, I was able to show the gifts to my mom and he moved from a training restaurant (where all trainees were to make entrees from the main menu) to a car, where he lost the gifts along the highway.  My impression was that it was from carelessness.

We were both distraught because the shoes he bought his wife were beautiful and unique.  Also, the toys for the kids were special, exquisite and from the heart.

The Gifts Are Recovered

Somehow we ended up at the beach with an African-American man who was a well-known spiritual worker.  We told him we’d lost the gifts and needed his help finding them, thinking he’d point us in the direction of where they were lost.  The man, my family member, other strangers and me were all kneeling in the sand.

The spiritual man began digging in the sand and to our surprise, one of the boxes was buried there.  He continued digging and all of the boxes were discovered.  One box for his youngest daughter was a bit smaller, but actually more appropriate than the original box he’d had her gift in.

We were filled with joy and discovered the gifts stayed with us, never too far away.

End Note:

His youngest daughter was in the backseat consoling her oldest sister who was afraid to learn how to drive because it meant she’d eventually have to leave her parents and become independent.  I mentioned to my family member that his young toddler daughter was actually an old soul that was thousands of years old.

I hope something in this dream helps you to be inspired and not to cry over what you’ve lost that was not ever lost at all!

 

Rev. Renee

Mass ‘Unintentional’ Suicide Dream

Prior to Dream:  I did my December 2016 tarot readings for all signs on YouTube so I had tapped into Spirit earlier on Saturday….otherwise, pretty relaxing day.

Date:  Early Sunday, 11/27/2016

Time:  approximately 12:30 am

I am in some type of non-residential building with people I do not know.  This time I am in the dream (not an observer) because I ask someone for a flashlight and they give it to me, however I do not know if I am me or someone else. I seemed to be surrounded by black people, and I know I am close to my home, however they could have been Africans.  I am the same age as I am now, and EVERYBODY had a gun! This last fact was not odd in the dream, but it would be odd for my actual home.

We are running away from someone who has threatened to capture us, however we know that these people are looking for the noninfirm…only people who are healthy.  Everyone has guns….shot guns, rifles, other types of long-barreled guns.  We know that if captured, things would be awful so about 70% of the people began shooting themselves to become injured on purpose, thinking they can run injured and if caught, be overlooked. They were NOT trying to kill themselves.

I get the impression that we are running away from people who have taken over our city.  They are assessing damages and taking healthy captives.  A young, black woman with long hair (that I considered to be a weave) and her male companion ran past me crying before they fell out.  She was in a lot of pain because she had shot herself, but did not realize she would be in so much pain and lose so much blood.  She looked like a modern-day Nigerian, which is why I felt I was not in America.

As the rest of us ran, we got to the back corridor of the building we were in — many had fainted or died from loss of blood as a result of their self-inflicted gunshot wounds.

That’s when I asked for a flashlight because I did not want to step on or be grabbed by anyone.  There were children there who seemed to be more in control than the adults and one of them brought me a cellphone with the flashlight on.  As I type this, I never tried to use the phone to call for help because I knew there was no help!   We went through the main lobby to a back corridor to run out the back door through the woods.  Most of the bodies were along the wall so there was a path made by the escapees before us.

We made it outside, however it was dusk.  I remember we did not know where we were headed….just to the woods….had not eaten, but nobody was hungry for we were in fight or flight mode and whoever the enemy was, we knew all we could do was run.

Key observation:  I felt that I was aware another specific group of people had already been killed, however we had been left alive to sift through, which is why everyone was trying to harm themselves and flee.  We had already seen the destruction that these people, whoever they were, could do, and that they showed no mercy. 

RT

Super Moons Bring Super Dreams: The #COMA

This is a quickie that might be of some meaning to someone…

Dream Details

Date:  11/13/2016

Approximate Time:  4:00 am EST

Notable Astrology:  Waxing Super Moon; 
Sidereal Sun in Libra; 2nd and 7th house 
stelliums; and Aries in the 8th house

Caviats

  1. Even though I clearly heard what this woman said, it was just a dream.
  2. I do not know if there is a prison hospital in Wake Forest, NC.
  3. I do not know if there is any such place in Wake Forest, NC.
  4. I have not researched any possibly true details.
  5. This is a DREAM that I had and in my dreams, bits and pieces may resonate and usually come from a variety of lives, to include my own!

I See A Woman’s Life

I am an observer that others cannot see; a spirit; a ghost.  I am inside the home of a white, lower-middle class family and there is an older man who lives there, a mom of about 45, possibly the mom’s sister of about the same age and the mom’s daughter who is about 23.  The daughter is a key figure and she has thin, straight, blondish-brown, shoulder length hair that is parted in the middle, is petite and a bit of a plain Jane, but with personality.  I’ll call her Jane.

Jane is about to leave this brownstone-like townhome and she gets into her old, loud, American-made car.  As she and her loud car is going down the road, she appears to be a bit angry with her family and proceeds to have a horrible car accident.  Initially I have the impression that she is deceased.

#Coma

I am immediately in a different space and time with no understanding of the amount of time that has gone by — I’m just here and there.

Jane’s car is compounded and she is in a facility that is like a hospital, but it is also like a prison with tall gates that have the curled barbed wire up top.  There are guards at all entrances and Jane is in a coma, however her spirit is wide awake.

In this next scene, I am back at Jane’s home and they say something to the effect that Jane has been gone for a long time, possibly months, however I am looking into a stainless steel coffee pot and Jane astral projects from her coma and I see her standing there in the home as a reflection in the coffee pot.

She says she is not far from home even though everyone thinks she is missing and that she is in Wake Forest, NC in a hospital.  She stands in front of me and someone else in the home and begs us to please tell her family that she has had an accident and is in a hospital not far from home.  I am not sure whether or not she had any ID on her at the time of the accident.

Escape from Prison Hospital

When the woman wakes up from the coma, for some reason the people  in this prison hospital do not want her to leave because there is a lot of security there.  Her old car is still there in the parking lot along the exterior of the lot facing the perimeter fencing, and I am floating right beside her, however she cannot see me.

My impression is that she has been transferred out of the hospital to another facility in North Carolina.  She has planned her escape and somehow gets keys (perhaps they were hidden under the seat) and she attempts to crank the car up.  She must have taken the time to find out where it was because she ran straight to it.

It will not crank.  I feel myself willing the car to crank and it finally does so she quickly shifts it in gear and pulls up to the gate.  The guard is trying to stop someone else from leaving so she sneaks pass him and speeds up the road.  I remember the car was so loud and old, roaring down the road of a sparsely populated area and the road seemed to be winding around a mountainous-type hill.

The Reunion

Jane arrives home and is sitting on the couch, while her family sits opposite of her.  They seemingly do not recognize her because she is smaller, has longer hair, may have had a bit of corrective surgery done and has aged in that short period of time.

She tells them things and communicates with them about situations that only Jane would know about.  The dysfunctional family gives her a half-hearted welcome home and her mom then angrily grabs her by the ear and pulls her to another room telling her she is in big trouble for worrying them like that.

And then I wake up.

R

Does Prophetess T Still Dream?

Yes she does! But it has come to her attention that certain ones in places of power, who have no real power, are using this invaluable info for purposes, not to our benefit, but to their own.  Additionally, they have chosen to try to manipulate by tapping into certain frequencies.

As a result I received instructions to discontinue publicizing my dreams and other protections were put in place, but if there is info that I am given that will help the general public, I will provide it via Twitter or Facebook, in a public one or two liner, so you can follow me there.

I will give you one more tidbit of a dream, which actually came from a protege, so please SEE with seeing, crossed eyes because the occult must become secret, once again……at least for now!

 

 

 

Dream of Natives of Islands North of Trinidad

natives2Waking Life Prelude

Yesterday an exterminator visited my home and informed me that he would like to go to St. Lucia to honeymoon — he and his fiance are marrying in August of this year.  I asked exactly where the islands were.  He pulled out his phone and showed me the map and they are northwest of Trinidad.  I did not give it any more thought.

I am almost certain there are no coincidences in life as the Universe is too horribly mathematical for that…

The Dream

I was home and looking out of the window during the spring season.  I noted that many caucasian couples were planting on the first day of spring as if their lives depended on it.  I then looked at an old tomato plant that I had, which I thought had died, but it was full of fruit.  I was very excited.

Suddenly the dream changed and too tall Natives were standing in front of me in Native gear.  I have had numerous dreams of natives in the past.  These men did not have shirts on and their skin was tanned, almost brown.  The taller of the two was very handsome and smelled really good, sort of woodsy.  I touched his skin and it was very smooth.  All of my senses were active (I recently had a medical eye procedure and I am observant of changes in my inner vision as well).  I believed him to be my husband.  His companion was also his protector and he was shorter and not as handsome.  They both had long black hair and wanted me to wait behind for them so that they could go where ever they were headed.  They said they would come back to get me.

I asked them where they were from and he told me some place that started with an ‘O’.  He said it was an island northwest of Trinidad.  He said they had powerful magic there that I should know about, something like shamanism or animism.

Suddenly we were at a church function and I saw my aunt sitting with an occult item and a bible (she is a Christian in real life, and is my aunt by marriage who happens to look like the Native I was speaking with).  I was surprised she had the occult object and there were preachers there and tables full of golden earrings.  The object she held had a painting of fire on it.

After Awakening

I did some research and can only trace the location my dream husband referenced to one of the Indian tribes of Orinoco, likely the Warao or the Caribs who are into animism.  Some of the south Caribbean and South American natives in that vicinity have been known to make occult objects of serpentine or ‘green stone’.  I recently purchased a few serpentine pieces from an African dealer and one of them is very large.  My purchase of serpentine stemmed from a dream I had in early 2015 where I was told I should acquire Chyta, which is another name for serpentine.

My dreams have changed since the purchase of these pieces, becoming more clear.  I will continue to observe the possible effects of my eye surgery and the art pieces on my dreams.