It was possibly the best dream I’ve ever had. Not necessarily visually. But certainly in the way it felt. It left me feeling peacefully, yet in extacy. Or is that an oxymoron? It was possibly the clearest dream I’ve ever had. It didn’t leave me guessing and interpreting. It didn’t feel like it was symbolic. The dream felt exactly the way it is. It is 7 am, friday morning, three days left of the Olympics.
We’re in a room. He is in a sleeping bag. I lay myself next to him. Hoping. Every fibre in my being is asking for his touch. But I dare not ask. I dare not make the first attempt to touch him. The energy between us is palpable. I’m on fire. Or am I feeling his fire? I feel him moving. Next I feel his hand looking for mine. Our fingers touch. My heart stops. I forget to breathe. Once I start breathing again it’s faster than I want him to know. He takes my hand into his. I’m in heaven. I can’t believe it, but it must be real cuz I’m feeling it. Next he opens his sleeping bag and gently directs me into it. I go from slightly nervous to extremely calm. This feels so right but so new so unknown. Or does it? Maybe I just forgot. When we touch; we become One.
That was my first dream this morning. The second dream I had was slightly disturbing, yet the disturbance had been to help me. But I didn’t see that until everyone was shot, but me. (time: 7:07 am). They shot people to help me, something I didn’t see. I never got to see who they were. They left without showing me their face. They supported, without me knowing, my grace.
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For the last few days I’ve hardly been following the Olympics. At times I almost forgot they are still playing. After the second dream I had last night, I woke up with an insight. This is the third Olympics who have some kind of relevance for me. The first Olympics; I pulled out. Salt Lake City 2002. The second Olympics, somehow I was asked to write a column for a Dutch website, even though I did not write back then; I was asked to write because I was an ex-athlete. I named the column 1+1=3, ‘t was about the Dutch speedskating team-pursuit. (time: 7:11). And that was Torino 2006. The third Olympics? Now.
Vancouver 2010. The third attempt. Simultaneously we are in the middle of the third attempt of a shift in consciousness for humankind. This time, as opposed to the attempts in Atlantis or Lemuria; we’re gonna make it! We are almost there. There, is Now. More than 144.000 lightworkers all over the world, did the work. Wasn’t easy. Apparently we volunteered and stood first in line in our birth canal when asked who wanted to volunteer this time to initiate the shift. I did. I forgot. Now I remember. I started to remember somewhere in the summer of 2009. Not the summer of ’69. Though some peeps have said to me: “You should’ve been born in the sixties.”
In the summer of 2009, I met my light family. My star-family. And holy christ; are they ever funny and are we ever alike. We connected. Online. We connected to the grid. That’s how we lit up this New Earth. It would from there on only be a matter of time for this Earth to physically birth. It’s time Now. Time for it to birth into matter. But who are my soul-family?
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I have not really experienced these Olympics. Yet. There’s one thing I’d love to do, I told my friend V. a few days ago. Better yet; would love to be. I’d love to feel the energy in Whistler. I have no clue how or if I’m gonna be lucky to experience it. I have but 15 dollars left. No money for a bus ticket; let alone for a full delicious meal. I can’t wait for the day to walk into a grocery store’ being able to buy whatever I want; come home and fix a delicious nutritious meal, or have a great homemade meal fixed for me. Will I make it to Whistler? I always say: What’s meant to be, will be. I never worry.
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Who was in my dream? Number three.
It would feel like a birthday gift to me to experience the Olympic energy in Whistler. First things first. Full moon in two days. Will I survive? The moon and me?! The last few times we haven’t exactly been friends. Miraculously; I’m still feeling fairly ok. It feels like this moon is not gonna eat me alive. Reason to party! Fingers crossed it stays this way…(word count: 777!)
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