There are 2 different people at either end of a supermarket aisle, one is in an irritable mood whilst the other is relaxed.
There is also a mother and her crying baby between the 2 people.
The person who is irritable searches the shelves for their usual headache pills (Anadin), they're annoyed that they've run out in the first place and think how unlucky they are that there's a crying baby at that very moment making their headache even worse.
The person starts to feel angry, (mainly at the mother and baby) but also at themselves, their bad luck and at the store for the fact that they can't find the pills, the mother of the baby STILL hasn't stopping the baby from crying and they feel everything is wrong. They storm out of the supermarket in anger and struggle in desperation to light a cigarette against the wind, they notice a whole 15 minutes have passed since they went in, What a waste! They think, I've hardly any time left to do all the things I have to do today.
The 2 people are searching the shelves at the exact same moment and the second person is looking for their usual brand of herbal tea. This person notices that the baby is crying but feels compassion as they understand that the baby can't yet communicate what the problem is so all it can do is cry.
As they reach for the tea they were looking for they notice that each time the fresh breeze from the ceiling vent blows in the baby seems to calm a little. They also notice that the baby has the exact same eye colour as the Mother. Nature is amazing! The person thinks.
The mother remarks to the baby that they'll soon be outside again in the fresh air (also noticing that the baby is responding to the cool breeze).
As the second person walks down the aisle to leave they smile at the mother and baby and notice a box of Anadin painkillers right in the middle of the floor, they put them back on the shelf with the other 10 or so packs and make their way to the checkout. When they reach the carpark outside they enjoy the cool breeze and notice only 15 minutes have passed since they went in, they feel grateful that they have the rest of the day left to do all the things they will choose to do.
The following realisations were returned to me in a dream.
The incarnation presented to me in human terms with human symbologies so that I could better understand the experience in my current human form.
None of the symbologies detailed should be taken literally, they are representative only.
I have also included my own intuitive interpretation.
The dream begins...
I was present at what seemed like a business conference in a large open space, there were many other people dressed in different formal uniforms crossing paths with each other on their way to different conferences, many had luggage as if they were travelling.
There was a sense of importance amongst the people there and although I was allowed to be there I felt out of place, lost and almost under-dressed (I still felt like a misfit!!!).
I decide to leave the conference hall/transportation station and immediately find myself walking in an industrial area, I feel better on my own and I don't feel lost anymore but I know I'm at risk.
I get approached from the side by an aggressive football hooligan on a bicycle with about 10 other thugs on foot behind him (I regard them as primitive, I think to myself - 'they are like monkeys').
He tells me that he needs me to record myself speaking on his recorder that his rival football team are inadequate to his own team. I don't feel afraid of them but I realise I'm outnumbered and I have to comply with his orders.
He hands me a handheld Dictaphone device and I begin to speak, as I speak its like I am moved to a veiled room which is light. I somehow become inspired and feel joyous as my words flow with the truth about the situation, I am highly amused and start to speak sarcastically about why the rival team are inferior to the group in front of me (I know and my words truly reveal why both groups are really the same).
The words were very clear in the dream but I am unable to recall any of them now unfortunately.
I hand the lead hooligan back the Dictaphone trying to conceal my amusement, I'm so happy that I have spoken the truth, I feel alive and like a weight has lifted but I know I will be in alot of trouble when the hooligan realises what I've done.
I then find myself being chased by the group, I'm running at speed through many side streets, jumping over what look like many large slatted floor drains beneath my feet trying to get away, I'm aware that I must not jump these gaps in fear.
Eventually the floor drain gaps become too wide for me to jump and I am stuck with the hooligans closing in on me from all around.
I have a sort of logical fear (different to human fear) that I am going to be beaten and killed by the hooligans.
Suddenly a man appears in front of me with a glowing heart, he tells me that his name is Jesus and that everything is OK, he tells me that I am going to be beaten to death like he was but that he is going to be at my side the whole time and that when I die I will become like him, he's very reassuring to me but I am afraid.
The main hooligan then approaches and starts to hit me, I feel no pain as I fall to the floor, I then awaken from the dream.
I feel that the conference and transportation hall represent different council representatives meeting and travelling between realms to discuss and settle matters throughout the cosmos.
I am authorised to be in this place but I am against the grain and I don't like the sense of importance these other beings have.
I feel the football hooligans represent an Aggressive E.T race or at least aggressive supporters of a particular E.T race, this is due to a recent conversation I had with a family member where she was telling me that many professional footballers have Rhesus negative blood and she was wondering if this means that the have E.T DNA.
The Recording is important, I know it means that I had the ability to manifest reality by speaking (I intuitively know I was a Master builder in this incarnation). The E.T's needed me to do this for them but I corrupted the file with my truth and strong sense of humour. ( Interestingly I also have a GSOH in my human form!).
The floor drains represent space and time somehow, I knew instinctively not to jump them in a state of fear as this would mean a fall. Eventually the space time gaps became too large to traverse.
I have been researching the gods Shiva and Kali of late and the relationship between them is relevant here.
The presence of Jesus represents my own Martyrdom and ascension of spirit through this incarnation, his glowing heart represents the light and love that he embodies and that I come to embody after death.
Dread pervades as we file into the classroom, she beckons us, yellowing palm face up.
The familiar stench of damp and stale cigarettes fill the room.
Quiet at first until her voice breaks booming and sharp like nails on a blackboard.
It's always the same, someone forgets a text book or yawns whilst shes talking, the slightest malefaction and BANG! Shes away, like a wolf on a rabbit.
She targets the weak sensing their low vibration, a bad day suddenly gets worse.
Humiliating her victims as they stand, shaking and exposed, her verbal onslaught steals tears streaming, another spirit broken.
Eyes black brown yellow and raging!
A whole class paralysed and waiting for an end.
She states ideals, citing her own children - How unlucky they must feel!
Feathers fluffing like the old crowing bitch she is.
Shes done and so is the lesson, we leave when we are told...what now? Into the clutches of another beast, another 'classroom'?
I've always gravitated towards the strange and unusual, towards anything that was truly different and/or natural. As a child I would stare at vases of flowers for too long, take simple garden rocks to Show and Tell and perplex the teachers by saying I wanted to be an astronomer when I grew up (aged 5), explaining to them what one was.
A scruffy girl in dungarees, I was a misfit and my background was mildly dysfunctional. I'd often watch my family of 8 play fight or scream at each other and wonder why I didn't feel I belonged in their divided unity.
It wasn't that I didn't love my family or properly bond with them, as the youngest of 7 I was cared for and there were many good times but I've always known they are surrogates of some sort.
We lived a quiet life as many do, spending time either at home or in school, with occasional trips to the swimming baths and local shops nearby.
One day (aged around 7 or 8), it was just before one of these trips out that I remember feeling really uneasy that if I left my garden I would miss a visit from the aliens, I had this deep longing that they might come and see me sometime and for whatever reason that day I was truly afraid I was going to miss them.
I quickly grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a short note asking them to tick a box if they had visited (hilarious!), I placed the note somewhere in the garden and we set off. When we returned I was quick to check the note (there was no tick) and my heart continued to yearn the way it had for as long as I could remember.
I'm 35 now and the aliens have yet to visit me (in the physical at least). The longing is still there but I live in hope.