Dreams of Nibiru

I was instantly relieved to know that I was not of this planet earth but instead, stationed here for a purpose.

Everything became clear including gravity, history, dinosaurs, energy, magnets, polarity…

I saw myself in a mirror that was facing the sun and my face became half angel and half demon and there was no sign of my real face any longer. The demon was beyond frightening and the angel was beyond beautiful. And somehow both of these creatures resided within me.

However, I knew that something huge was coming soon to meld the duality of it all and that there was nothing anyone here could do to stop it.

The lies and cover ups ran so deep that it blew my mind every which way. I was understanding of the fear that the ones who knew had of widespread panic. I also felt the pain of every unknowing soul on this planet of its impending doom, who were attempting to live out their lives of pure deception.

I saw the day the alarm was finally sounded by someone who did it for the fame. It didn’t matter anyways, it was in vane, because it was already too late.

They can build bunkers and spaceships to attempt to hide from fate, but “resistance is futile” and the gravitational pull coming won’t spare the elite.

The prophecy of 2 suns in the sky was being fulfilled to the best of the ancients knowledge at the time. But Nibiru isn’t a sun, it is the 9th planet.

Planet X is approximately 5 times larger than earth and only passes by every 15,000 – 20,000 years.

The effect that its passing would have would change north to south, east to west and land masses will be changed dramatically, to say the least. There would be 3 dark days due to planet X passing in front of the sun on its epic journey.

There was no fear in my heart at the knowledge of this event. It actually lightened my spirit to know the truth and my purpose. Part of my job was to raise consciousness levels and awaken sleeping souls.

I awoke with peace and understanding at a possibility that resounded in my spirit.

Dreams are a trip ūüėČ

**Photo credit: Slaveplanet.net

The Demon Egg (Part 3)

I wasted many minutes of days staring at that face on that egg. The thing put me in a trance like state and I didn’t realize I was doing it until I would snap out of it. ¬†It was always with me either in my hand or in my purse. ¬†Sometimes I truly felt it had power over me and I was no longer at the helm in my vehicle of life.

My 17 year old, at the time, son Ty lived with us still on the first floor of the three story house and our bedroom loft was on the third floor. ¬†The floor plan was so that we never heard him down there and I don’t think he ever heard us upstairs either so I wouldn’t know if he was home sometimes or not.

One particular night he had taken one of Lee’s old work trucks out to visit friends. ¬†I never heard him leave but I saw the truck gone and he was not downstairs when I went to do laundry. ¬†I went to sleep around 10 PM, as usual, ¬†and ended up having the most bizarre and amazing dream that I think I’ve ever had.

I was standing on a mountain top with a native American girl who was not much older than my son. I could tell she was native because of how she dressed and her hair and also she spoke what sounded like a native tongue.

We stood on top of this mountain and looked at the world below us and also the colorful, vibrant setting sun that appeared larger than normal.  We stood in silence for what seemed like a long time just enjoying and taking in the moment. She then took my hand and smiled at me and I felt warm and loved.  All of the sudden we were being pulled upwards in the sky by a non existent force that lifted us up slowly and carefully.

She pointed down to the earth and I saw the copper mine that my house was at the base of. She spoke her native language which was somehow being translated in my head. She explained that the mine was an atrocity and an open wound to mother earth that they continued to dig and infect every day.  She said the mine never should have been built there and that it was on sacred hallowed ground.  She said the white man knew this and out of greed built it anyways. It brought me to tears and I wept for the monstrosity that I could see.

We were then lifted higher and higher until we were outside of the earth’s atmosphere. She pointed to regions of the earth and we wept for the neglect and misuse of this beautiful, wondrous gift that humans have that we are ruining without care.

She then spread her arms out as if encompassing the whole earth in her arms and showed me, in reverse,  how the earth was born. All of the hundreds of thousands of lifetimes; the years of life, love, development, industry, war, countries rising and falling, species being introduced and then extinct and all of the things in between. I understood in an instant Рwhere we had come from and where we were going.

The earth disappeared and we were silently floating in space. It was incredible. I was so happy, weightless, peaceful and relaxed. I looked at the girl and she smiled a sort of mischievous smile and winked at me. I started to smile back and suddenly was no longer weightless and I started falling back down backwards as I screamed the loudest blood curling, ear piercing scream that I could conjure up, and yet I knew, that no one could hear me.

TO BE CONTINUED…

The Demon Egg (Part 2)

Regardless of how long I had been there it seemed like I had been in a time warp of sorts. The strangest part was that when I had first looked at the egg it was pure black with no marks or imperfections. Now when I looked down at it I saw the face of a demon.

He had scraggly hair, partially opened mouth and a distorted face but he seemed to be looking at me from every angle. He looked more like a monster than man. I thought it must be the lighting in the room or maybe I had smudged it with something on my hands when I held it.

I took it into the bathroom and washed and dried it and polished it with a towel. I then held it in the light at every angle and no matter what I did, there he was.

I got really uncomfortable all of the sudden and honestly felt like I wasn’t alone. I went back into the kitchen to check the paperwork that came with it to investigate further what on earth it was that I was holding in my hand.

The package was sure enough addressed to me and from a native American reservation in Arizona that I had never heard of. On the inside was a slip of paper and a business card that said it was a black obsidian yoni egg. I checked the date it was ordered and wracked my brain trying to determine if someone else had ordered this thing that I’d never heard of from a place I’d never heard of… or if it had somehow been me.

If someone else ordered it why would they send it to me and not tell me? I thought about cross referencing my bank charges so I went into the office and sat down at the computer and entered my bank info. I scanned the dates and amounts and sure enough there was a charge from the exact date for the exact amount. I was still gripping the egg in my hand and I thought back and remembered that particular day and how I was attempting to work when I kept getting so distracted by what I could hear and see on the walls all around me.

Further research led me to realize that the black obsidian egg that I had ordered from a reservation in Arizona while in a trance like state was called a yoni egg and was used for women to build up their pelvic muscles and aid in properly doing kegel exercises.

I’m sorry, what?? What in the hell have I ordered and why??? It’s a great thing please don’t get me wrong but I assure you I was not seeking anything like this out. I had never even heard of it and why in the hell would I order it?

I continued for the next few days to search my mind for answers that wouldn’t come. As I did I noticed that I would rarely set the egg down and I found myself gripping it in my hand tightly whenever I stopped to pay attention to what I was doing. I felt somewhat of a “my precious” effect from it and the demon face continued to look back at me whenever I looked down at it.

My house had already been lit up by spirits and entities from my spiritual awakening a month prior and a portal had been opened but I wouldn’t find out that information until months later. At the time I just had to assume I was losing my ever loving mind.

The house, built in the 1800’s in a mining town for miners quarters had always called to me. I first saw a picture of it and all I ever needed to see was the quaint picturesque front of the tiny castle like home to know I was in love. When Lee and I went to see the home it was for rent and there were about 15 other very interested couples that wanted it almost as bad as I did. The woman who owned it with her husband said she had prayed for the answer as to who she should rent the house to… we didn’t have the best credit and I had a record but she said the night after she prayed about it she only heard one name. My name.

I, too, sincerely felt it was meant to be. I was beckoned and drawn to the house. And strange things were already happening by the time the egg arrived but I’ll be dammed if they didn’t get stranger.

I would take the egg with me wherever I went. If it wasn’t in my hands it was very near by in my purse. I wouldn’t recognize until later on what a creepy connection I had made with it. Whatever happened in the kitchen that day it arrived had bonded us together, but yet I felt strangely terrified of it as well.

Something about that demon face appeared very menacing and everyone I showed it to thought that as well. It would seem to change temperatures and the weight seemed different at different times of the day. Was I losing my mind this bad? I never was able to verify the temperature changes but I did weigh the egg. It would vary from .419 oz to .519 depending on the moment. I did this in front of people to try and prove that I was saying. Most people thought I was doing some type of parlor trick or just pulling their chain.

Why wouldn’t anyone believe what I said? It drove me to the point of madness and I promise you that I do not know how I stayed alive at this point because feeling your going mad and everyone around you believing you are, when really you are not… is beyond maddening.

I continued to carry the egg around and very strange occurrences started happening. The lights and electronics around me started acting strange and turning on or off at will. I started hearing strange music playing all over the house when no one else was around… and no music was playing. Every room I walked into I felt like I wasn’t alone and that someone was right behind me even when they were not. I started to get very strange thoughts in my head that seemed more like facts about history than a woman losing her ever loving mind.

I started despising my house that I had loved and more importantly the area around it. The demon egg all the while became an extension of my hand and i gazed at it for many minutes at a time before realizing how much time had passed since i had started looking at it.

People told me to get rid of it, that it was evil and possessed. I would agree but hold on tighter. I started seeing more evil type things than just the regular spirits that I normally sensed. I heard cries from women, children and even men for help that weren’t really there. I became exhausted listening to all of the screams for help and not being able to stop them or help them. “Get rid of the egg” they would say. And I would hold on to it even tighter.

The Demon Egg (Part 1)

I don’t consider myself crazy, but I honestly wonder if truly crazy people ever do. I know that the mind can play tricks on you but some things that I have seen and experienced are too real to be explained away or to be swept under the rug and forgotten. One of the most impactful and terrifying things that has occurred – has to do with an egg. Not one laid by a chicken but one called a “yoni” egg, that I had never heard of prior to this experience.

My life was in total and utter chaos. It had went from semi normal to paranormal real quick. My mind had been taken on a trip that only exists in horror films. My ex husband Lee, who I was dating again, didn’t believe a word I said and it seemed like the nightmare would never end. Spirits, entities and ghosts had entered my world to a degree that was absolutely dizzying to myself, let alone others that could not see what I see or feel what I feel…

I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in I don’t know how long due to feeling things walking all over me and touching me that weren’t seemingly there. It made no sense to me and my mind still attempted to take me to logical explanations of illogical things. I could only assume the worst possible scenario; that this experience was happening to me because I was going to die. I mean, why else would it be happening?

I had so many fights with Lee as I begged for him to believe me and I knew by looking into his eyes, he was scared, too, but not of the same things I was… he was afraid of me.

I would sit in a room and feel waves of things come over me that felt like things passing through me. I had this that weren’t seemingly my own. I saw colors and shapes everywhere and if I looked at any one thing for too long, no matter what it was, I would see a face looking back at me that appeared to look like something demonic or at the very least, not human. They always have only one eye and I am still to this day attempting to figure out why that is.

One particular day as I sat in our home office attempting to do what I normally do, which is accounting and paperwork for Lee’s concrete company, I remember zoning out several times…

I remember at that time seeing several faces of what appeared to be native Americans and wondering what part they played in my situation.

I lived by the largest copper mine in northern America, which at the time seemed insignificant and innocent enough. I would hear things later that would signify its importance and the reason that the portal opened up in that specific area.

I also saw a man who looked like a knight who held a large sword between both hands that was pointing the sword down at the ground. I continued to hear the words “gatekeeper” and I assumed that’s what this knight must be?

I gave up trying to work, again, because my mind wouldn’t allow me to concentrate on such things anymore and I frustratingly walked away.

About a week later I received a small package in the mail that was addressed to me and the sender was a native American reservation that I had never heard of. I had absolutely no idea what the package could be and for no apparent reason I stuffed it in my purse intending to open it later.

5 days went by and I carried it around from place to place never opening the package. Every time I needed my wallet or something out of my purse, I would just push it out of the way and carry on.

On the fifth day, I returned from an errand and went to get a receipt out of my purse and finally took it out and set it on the counter. I grabbed a pair of scissors and when I got it open it was an egg shaped object approximately the size of a chicken egg that was a beautiful shade of black.

I found myself gazing at it and cupping it in my left hand and suddenly felt the urge to also cup it with my right so that I now held it together with both hands. My eyes closed and I felt a surge of energy come over me almost like a body rush and behind my eyelids I could see colors and sparkling colors and brilliant flashes of light that kept me entranced for I don’t know how long.

When my eyes finally opened I realized that I had no idea how long I had been standing there, holding that egg like that. It could have been seconds or years or days… I honestly had no idea.

**TO BE CONTINUED