MATRIX
Dee Finney's blog
start date July 20, 2011
Today's date: January 26, 2012
page 114
TOPIC: THE MATRIX
I AM GOING TO LET YOU LEARN THAT THIS IS ALL A GAME AND WE'VE BEEN TOLD ABOUT
IT OVER AND OVER AND WE DON'T LISTEN. WE KEEP PLAYING THE GAME AND KEEP
FORGETTING THAT ITS ALL A GAME.
1-24-12 - PSYCHIC ATTACK
I was in a town square somewhere and I saw a lot of silver coins on the
ground so I picked them up and put them in my pockets.
Some men in brown suits and hats like out of the last century came around me
and suddenly Mikki was next to me to protect me. She gave me a shot of
something in case they tried to inject me with something (I saw one of them with
a hypodermic needle) She check me physically to make sure I was okay,
then hypnotized me to protect me from their proposed onslaught.
The men in the brown suits then withdrew like a tsunami. It seemed like
there was 100 of them.
The men next to me filled my pockets with cigarettes, and then the horde of
nasty ugly men in the brown suits came marching towards me and all I had to do
was stand my ground and keep saying mentally, "You can't come near me" and
when they got close enough I started spitting bits of tobacco off the end of my
tongue at them. They taunted me about where the tobacco was landing but
they couldn't get within three feet of me.
I started waking up and kept repeating, "You can't come near me" until I
couldn't see them anymore.
Mikki was by my side the whole time and I knew I'd be okay.
NOTE: Early in the morning, Mikki called me on the phone and we started
discussing dreams, and she said she had a bad one about a mob of men coming
towards her and I informed her I was next to you and they were
coming towards me and you saved my life.
We didn't get to continue the conversation because her husband called her on
the phone and she had to go, but obviously this was not a dream, it was an
astral experience and the bigger question is "Who were those men and why are
they mad at me?"
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1-25-12 - DREAM - I was with my husband driving along a highway
when we saw another car careening in and out of traffic very dangerously.
something happened to his car and he was forced to stop and to our shock, his
pregnant girlfriend got out of the car and sat on the side of the road.
My husband stopped to help the guy and meanwhile the girl got into our car
and somehow, our own car which was still running, got out of gear and started
rolling down the road.
it wouldn't stop, and we were going downhill, so it just kept going no matter
what I did with the brake petal.
I thought about scraping the car on rough grass or even against a tree, but
there were little kids and animals alongside e the road and I couldn't take that
chance, so went quite a way before I managed to get the car slowed down and then
to stop. My husband was miles behind us by then.
The girl and I sat there quietly for a moment to calm down and get
acquainted. She was trying to lose weight and I had just lost weight so I
suggested she just give-up sugar and see how that went. Since she was
pregnant she didn't need sugar in her diet anyway and that's how I lost weight so
easily.
I couldn't drive to get my husband and the girls boyfriend, so I had to walk
back uphill.
There was a nasty old man there who practically chased me away, and then I
met some kids. One offered me a bottle water which looked nasty and he
admitted that he had just gotten the water out of the river. Ack!
It5 was antsy, so I turned it down.
I then met some other kids who had cookies and candy and nuts, so I turned
down the cookies and candy and accepted the nuts. I took three pistachio
nuts of each per mile I was going to have to walk uphill - and it was quite a few
miles.
Somehow, the three nuts in a row in this container looked quite welcome
because it was a lot of miles to go.
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1-25-12 - DREAM - I have no idea where I was, but the dream was
about either making of purchasing very soft sweaters, and then I saw a white
haired man dancing with a white-haired woman.
I then saw five books which came in a slip case like a set and each book
had a pamphlet with it that was a synopsis of the book.
At the back of the book was a series of addresses where one could buy either
the sweaters or the yarn to make the sweaters.
I had a hard time separating the addresses from each other, and I can only
remember one address 5 - 45 - and Bourne (I don't know
if that a name, a city or a company.
NOTE: Later in the day the dream popped into my mind again and I
thought - THE BOURNE CONSPIRACIES
http://bourne.wikia.com/wiki/Professor
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bourne,_Massachusetts
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bourne_Stone
http://www.knittersreview.com/forum/topic.asp?ARCHIVE=true&TOPIC_ID=35251
http://search.yahoo.com/search;_ylt=A0oGdVrahyBPRH8AYDel87UF;_ylc=X1MDOTU4MTA0NjkEX3IDMgRhbwNhbwRjc3JjcHZpZANlQVpXN2tvR2RUQmEwR2lPVHFSQmRRYzRUUGJFalU4Z2g5UUFBT3k5BGZyA3NsdjgtYXR0BGZyMgNzYnRuBG5fZ3BzAzEwBG9yaWdpbgNzeWMEcHFzdHIDQk9VUk5FIElERU5USVRZBHF1ZXJ5A0JPVVJORSBJREVOVElUWQRzYW8DMgR0b1N0cmluZwNbb2JqZWN0IE9iamVjdF0EdmFsdWVPZgN1cmEtZnVsbFt5dWlfM18zXzBfMl8xMzI3NTMxOTk1NDQzMTRdBHZ0ZXN0aWQDREZSNQ--?p=BOURNE%20IDENTITY&fr=slv8-att&fr2=sfp&pqstr=BOURNE%20IDENTITY
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bourne_identity
THAT MIGHT FIT IN WITH MY DREAM OF YESTERDAY BECAUSE I KEEP WONDERING WHY THE
BROWN SUITED MEN WERE TRYING TO KILL ME.
TO: I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE WEIRD DREAM LAST NIGHT THAT MIKKI AND I BOTH
DREAMED ABOTU THE BROWN SUITED MEN.
TODAYY I HAD A DREAM ABOUT SOME SOFT SWEATERS AND A PERSON NAMED BOURNE
WHICH LED ME T OFIND ROBERT LUDLUM'S BOOK BOURNE IDENTIY IN WHIICH HE WAS
BEING CHASED SOME MEN WHO WANTED TO ASSASSIANTE HIM. IT WAS CALLED ' THE
MATRIX'.
COINCIDENCE?
I HAVE WRITTEN ABOUT PHILLIP K DICK 46 TIMES.
DEE
In a message dated 1/25/2012 1:04:09 P.M. Pacific Standard Time,
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1-26-12 - DREAMS X THREE
I was sitting the lobby of a very large building. My jog was
night watchman. All I had to do was sit and read books to do my job.
The first two books reminded me Jean Auel's books, all about how to survive
in an Ice Age and her books talk all about how t find specific herbs for
medicine. There is an entire education in survival and herbalism in her
books.
The third book was the eye opener for me. I was doing my night guard
duty by paging through a very large awesome book with detailed photographs of a
mausoleum somewhere made entirely of gold.
In DREAM TWO, I'm telling my friend Mikki about the dream I had about the
book with the photographs of the mausoleum made of gold, and she tells me
something that the angel named ROV said about that.. (I can't remember
what exactly she said. unfortunately.
DREAM THREE: I'm in a house with my kids and they are in the livingroom
playing war games on a bright orange rug that is overlaying a blue carpet.
They had so many airplanes and pilots and tanks and guns covering the orange
rug I told them that they had better not get one piece of that war off that rug
or I was going to throw the whole thing out.
Interestingly enough there was a good lookiing guy standing behind the sofa
watching them play their war games.
IN DREAM THREE: AGAIN, I'm telling Mikki about my night job doing night
guard duty of the gold mausoleum and wondering where its located. I
suggest China and she says its probably Lebanon, and she starts saying the same
thing she told me in DREAM TWO - Rov says that .l... and I stop her and
remind her that she told me that in an earlier dream.
NOTE: I wake up and think about my dreams and suddenly get pissed off.
ITS THE MATRIX AGAIN. She and I are in too many dreams together to make
this funny or just a coincidence. It has to be part of the MATRIX.
I'm going to write about this on a web page:
http://www.greatdreams.com/blog-2012/dee-blog114.html
I've got way too many pieces of this puzzle to let go of this and forget it.
I've dreamed this theme and heard too many times about this life being a stage
play to just brush it aside anymore. WE CAN CHANGE THE GAME ONCE WE KNOW
WHAT IT IS ANF YOU FON 'Y LIKR YHR HSMR YOU STR IN.
NOTE FROMM DEE: ROV TOLD ME MORE THAN ONCE ABOUT THIS AND I PONDERED IT
AND THEN FORGOT ABOUT IT UNTIL. I STILL REMEMMBER THE THINGS HE TOLD ME.
ONCE HE TOLD ME, "DON'T FEEL BAD IF YOU CAN'T DO THIS." ANOTHER TIME
HE T TOLD ME "YOU THINK YOU KNOW EVERYTHING. and compared me to
another woman I won't mention here. That really pissed me off.
Another time he said, "WHEN YOU REALLY WAKE UP YOU CAN HAVE
ANYTHING YOU WANT WITH THE SNAP OF YOUR FINGERS."
I KEPT THINKING, "i'M MORE AWAKE THAN ANYONE ELSE I KNOW." WELL NOW
MAYBE I AM WAKING UP."
1=26=12 - FOUR VISIONS
1.. I was watching a scene on a computer screen. The scene was of
two people smooching with each other.
I took my computer mouse and deleted her out of the picture.
2. I was watching a scene with a man and a woman arguing, so I deleted
the woman out of the picture.
3. I was watching scene in a gymnasium with a man and woman on a
wrestling mat and the woman was on her knees on the bottom and the man was
coking her so I deleted her out of the picture.
4. I was watching three men walking arm in arm across a room, and
simultaneously they said nastily, "WOMEN!!!!" and I saw that they
were all three ROBOTS!
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NOTE FROM DEE: I was quite pissed off when I started this page,
but I've calmed down since then, so I'll be more rational with the rest of the
page. :-)
THE PLAY OF LIFE
LIFE IS A DREAM
All the
world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players:
they have their exits and their entrances;
and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
William Shakespeare
Nothing happens unless first
a dream!
Carl Sandburg
3-15-08 - DREAM - The whole dream was set up like a stage play
or a movie set. Everything was set up in grand scale.
A view from the sky showed all the farm fields ablaze with
flowers blooming and even at a distance I could see they were carpets laid out
on the ground like they had been newly purchased from a store.
The scene zoomed down into a large apartment building, but
there were no walls inside the building. Where the hallways were supposed to be
were wide walkways, and the furniture for each apartment was set up in squares
and the sofas lined up against the walkways where the walls should have been.
There were people in each of these squares of furniture
like they were living there and they were all actors in the play or movie.
Some of the people in their apartments were my relatives.
My cousin Judy and my cousin Shirley had speaking parts in the play.
I was dressed up fancy, had my hair done in curls, and wore
3 inch high heeled shoes with tight fitting spandex light blue pants and a
frilly lazy white blouse. Compared to the others, I looked like the star of the
play.
We were supposed to be acting like this was real life.
My husband and I were supposed to carry two laundry baskets
down to the public laundry in the basement.
The laundry room had rules. You couldn't start a load of
wash after 10 p.m. and the place was packed at 6:00 a.m. starting time.
So we would fill the machines with our laundry at 10 p.m.
and run down there again before 6 a.m. with our quarters and be first in line to
start up the machines. If someone yanked our laundry out of the machines so they
could be fist, so be it.
So we were walking along the walkway with our laundry
baskets and people spoke to us as we passed.
My cousin Judy said to me as I passed by, "I went to see
Joyce today!" (Joyce was her baby sister who contracted polio in the 1940's and
was disabled all her life until her passing in the 90's. She lived in a lovely
self-care nursing home after her parents could no longer take care of her
themselves.)
I said in return, "I spent all day having my hair done and
having my photos taken."
I knew after I said it, that it was the wrong thing to say.
I should have asked how Joyce was doing to be polite.
We got down to the end of the walkway where it should have
turned the corner before going down the stairs and the people in the end square
expanded their living room into the walkway so I had to step over the end of
their sofa and walk through their living room to get to the stairs.
On their sofa was lined up three coloring book pages -
black and white - so someone could color them in.
There were three drawings facing me of soldiers in battle,
one of each war. WW I, WW II, and WW III.
Across the top of each page, it said a title, "WE WERE TOO
YOUNG TO GO TO WAR!"
I was stunned and shocked to see coloring books like that
and I had to think about what might have happened to those boys.
We headed for the stairs with our laundry baskets and the
scene ended.
The next scene took place in the afternoon of the next day.
My husband and I had a meeting to attend at 2:30 p.m.
At the same time, I had an appointment to talk to a man in
our apartment at 2:30 p.m. I was hoping he wouldn't show up so I could make my
own appointment on time. My husband left for the appointment and I'd get there
when I could.
Exactly at 2:30 p.m. an old brown lumber truck pulled up
along the road and into our driveway and the man walked up to our door for his
appointment with me.
He looked and was dressed like a movie producer I've seen
on the Academy awards shows. A man in his 60's or 70's, big black mustache,
black cap and coat.
Since there were no walls or doors inside our building, he
could see me standing there.
Between him and me were standing laundry baskets piled high
with various coats I had worn in the past. (past lives? past plays? past
movies?)
I didn't know what to say to the man. I didn't have a
script for this part.
Was he expecting me to hypnotize him, give him
psychological therapy, heal him? I didn't have the formal training for any of
that.
I would just have to talk to him like the actor I was,
person to person. Maybe I'd find out what the next scene would be in our
movie/play!
end of dream
NOTE: I made an effort to figure out what the 2:30 p.m. appointment means.
It can't be a date because there isn't 30 days in February. Perhaps it meant an
actual time to go into meditation and talk to that person. I was meditating
every day but didn't see that person as I saw him in the dream. I also tried to
find him in google.com images and didn't locate him there either.
Before and after Shakespeare, others had the same idea:
Life's like a play: it's not the length,
but the excellence of the acting that matters.
Lucius Annaeus Seneca
The Comedian Mel Brooks said: "Hope for
the Best. Expect the worst. Life is a play. We're unrehearsed."
-- Mel Brooks
"Life is a stage
..............." said Shakespeare. Well, it
really is.
On a stage people get dressed up in costumes,
change their appearance, suppress their true
character and take on the part of another
character. They then act the stage part using
what they learned and practiced in preparation
for the play.
So it is in spiritual life because each life is
a play wherein we dress up as a character,
change appearance, suppress our true character,
take on the part of a new character and act out
what we learned in the period/s between other
lives.
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NOTE: Is that a coincidence or not?
Israel
Regardie
In
consulting the works of the ancient Kabalists and Medieval Hermetic
Philosophers, we find the phrase "The Microcosm of the Macrocosm" being applied
continually to man. These spiritual scientists conceived man to be a smaller
world, fashioned in miniature exactly along the lines of the greater world, the
Universe, the Macrocosm. They further postulated that "That which is above is
like unto that which is below." Consequently the laws that are seen and known to
operate in the Universe, correspondingly must work in man. Therefore, in first
considering this subject of Reincarnation, let us examine the world around us
and endeavor to place it on the basis of one law, observed to prevail in Cosmos
- the Great Law of Periodicity. Occult Philosophy lays down the postulate of the
Eternity of the Universe in toto as a boundless plane, that is, as space,
periodically the playground of numberless universes incessantly manifesting and
disappearing. The Absolute Universality of this Law of cycles, of flux and
reflux, of ebb and flow, which physical science has recorded in all department
of nature, and alterations such as those of day and night, life and death,
sleeping and waking, summer and winter, are facts so common, so perfectly
Universal and without exception, that it is easy to comprehend that in then we
see one of the absolutely fundamental laws of the Universe, for these two are
the world's eternal ways.
Our earth in the spring
discards its white blanket of snow and emerges forth from its period of rest -
its winter sleep. All activities are exerted to bring forth new life everywhere.
Time passes. The corn and vegetation are ripened and harvested, and again the
busy summer fades gradually into the silence and inactivity of the winter; again
the snowy coverlet enwraps the earth, but her sleep is not forever, for she will
reawaken to the song of the new spring, which will mark for her a little further
progress along the pathway of time. So with the life of man. Is it conceivable
that this law, so perfectly universal, so cosmic in its scope should be
inoperative in the life of Man? Shall the earth wake each year from its winter
sleep; shall the tree and the flower live again; shall all these examples of
this great law continue to be observed and man die? It is inconceivable and
impossible. It cannot be. The same law that impels wakefulness in the plant, and
stirs it to new growth will wake the human being to new experiences to the
distant goal of perfection. Therefore under this same Universal and therefore
Spiritual Law of Periodicity, operating on and through man, he faithfully
follows the similar fluctuations of being, Birth, Youth, Maturity, Decadence,
and Death, to enter Birth again, to be moulded to a better purpose, perhaps,
than has been possible in the old one.
"If a man die, shall he
live again? All the days of my appointed time, will I wait until my change
comes." This appeal was uttered by the Prophet Job of the Old Dispensation, and
his very cry "If a man dies, shall he live again" is indicative of the
dissatisfaction of mankind, then, as well as now, with the biblical allotment of
three score years and ten for the expression of consciousness. To all
appearances, man flits like a firefly out of an eternal past, only to be
extinguished for an eternal future, after a life of expression that in
comparison, in these latter days of science, with even our materialistic
concepts of space and time, is actually of shorter duration than the spark of an
electrical discharge.
Nature requires
millions of years to produce a grain of sand - when we review all the processes
that have lead up to its present state as such. The California Redwoods are
silent but eloquent symbols of nature's creative handiwork, enduring for
centuries and in the estimation of some of our modern biologists for even
thousands of years. And yet Man, the epitome of all the creative forces in
Nature is assumed in the cold estimate of materialistic science to be merely the
evolution of a speck of protoplasm, growing like an artificial laboratory
culture until after reaching maturity, it is annihilated - to be seen no more
for ever. In the lifetime of a single man, thousands of animals, fowl and fish,
hundreds of thousands of vegetables have given their lives in the support of his
existence. Thousands of animals have given their lives in the work of
experimental scientists in their endeavors to improve man's physical condition.
Multiply this in the case of one man by the countless myriads of individuals
that have trod the surface of this earth since the dawn of the human races. What
a prodigious waste of energy? What a crime against the lower kingdoms? - if 35
to 65 years is to be the average life of an individual and the only expression
that he is to be permitted to have after the whole earth has given of its best
to train and to equip him for constructive work. It is unthinkable to those who
stop to think of it at all. There must be some compensatory condition, and since
the beginning of the human kingdom, its thinking members have sought that
compensation. It is found in Reincarnation.
From the Totem Pole our
American Indians to the hideous effigies of Deity in Asia; from the Chinese Joss
to the beautiful Altar in the Christian Cathedral, the same fact is in evidence,
that from somewhere down through the remote and obscure ages, humanity has been
invested with the truth - the truth that there is another life, and another
opportunity beyond this present life, and those millions who have delved deepest
into truth have found beyond doubt this truth of reincarnation.
Now, being forced to
admit that reincarnation is a necessity in nature, and granting we admit of the
existence, and immortality of the human soul, we find that this doctrine of
pre-existence and rebirth is the only one yielding a logical and self satisfying
explanation of the phenomena of life. This doctrine, which is an extremely
simple doctrine, rooted in the assurance of the soul's indestructibility and
immortality, implies a persisting and expanding intelligence, through all
changes of embodiment, the latter being but a means towards the great aim and
purpose of the Intelligent man within, the gaining of what the ancients called
All-Knowledge. It teaches that the soul enters this life, not as a flesh
creation, but after a long course of previous existences on this earth, in which
it acquired its present inhering peculiarities, and that it is on the way to
future transformations, now being shaped by the soul. It claims that infancy
brings to this earth, not a blank scroll for the beginning of an earthly record
- nor a mere cohesion of atomic forces into a brief personality that is destined
by its own nature to dissolve again into the elements - but a definite immortal
character that is its own, due to long experiences, acquired through self
induced and self devised efforts throughout long series of incarnations.
What is the Universe
for, and for what final purpose is Man, the Immortal Thinker here in evolution?
Centuries ago, the Fraters Rosae Crucis stated that it is all for the experience
and emancipation of the Spirit, for the growth of the soul, as well as for the
purpose of raising the entire mass of manifested matter up to the stature,
dignity, and position of conscious godhood. The aim for present man, and also
the three kingdoms below him, in his evolution and initiation into complete
knowledge, and in this Rosicrucian concept is evolution carried to its highest
power, and to its logical conclusion. It makes of man a God, and gives to every
part of nature the possibility of being the same one day; there is strength and
nobility in it, for by this scheme, no man is so originally sinful that he can
not rise above all sin and attain to the highest.
Men, in general, accept
evolution as a proven law of growth, the evidence being drawn solely from
observed changes in physical forms and species, but this general view considers
only external evidence of the operation without any understanding of the inner
and actuating cause. The word "Evolution" really means an unfolding from within
outwards, and had not our scientists been so materially inclined they might long
ago have arrived at a knowledge of the truth. The Rosicrucian doctrines make
clear the operation of evolution and carry it to its highest point of logic by
showing that the impelling force is Intelligence, which itself at the same time
is evolving to greater and greater heights by means of temporary forms of
expression. Thus we find that Rosicrucianism postulates a dual evolution, a
physical line - that of the evolution of form - and a spiritual line, that of
the evolution of Intelligence and Consciousness, and from this, we have to admit
that this double line of evolution can only be carried on through reincarnation,
for what happens to the spiritual element in Man after death. To dwell in a
monotonous heaven - as postulated by Theology - is illogical, therefore after a
period of rest, in accordance with that law of Periodicity or Rhythm -
previously mentioned - the Spirit returns to earth to resume its further
progress.
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The object
of life, then, is the gaining of all knowledge, and the acquirement
of experience, the scale of which we find to be enormous. Knowledge
infinite in scope and diversity lies before us, and we have much
more than a mere suspicion that the extent of the field of truth is
vastly greater than the narrow circle in which we are confined. We
also perceive that we have high aspirations with little or no time
to reach up to their measure while the great troop of passions,
desires and selfish motives war with us and even among themselves.
All these have to be conquered, and subdued, and as we know that one
life expression is insufficient to do this, and to acquire all that
we know we must acquire, we must conclude then that a series of
lives has led to our present condition, and that the process of
coming here again and again must go on for the purpose of affording
us the opportunities needed.
Through
some process of reasoning, some persons have arrived at the
conclusion that reincarnation is injust because we suffer for the
wrong deeds performed by another in some previous incarnation. But
this is based on the incorrect notion that the person in the other
life was someone else, but in every life, it is the same person.
When we return to earth life, we do not take up the body of someone
else, nor another's deeds, but are like an actor who plays many
parts, the same actor inside, though all the costumes and lines
differ in each play. Shakespeare was correct in asserting that Life
is a Play, for the great life of each Ego is an Immense Drama in the
Scheme of Things, and Nature is the great stage on which this drama
is played, and thus each new life and each new rebirth is but
another act in which we assume our part and put on another dress,
but through it all, we are still the self same, Immortal Ego.
While this
doctrine - coupled with its twin - Karma - may seem stern and
implacable to some, they are not really so, for they are essentially
optimistic, and give us a great deal of encouragement. Reincarnation
gives man an opportunity to try, try again with the assurance that
each sincere and earnest attempt brings its reward in time. So those
who sit despairing in the dark places may take courage. Those who
are perplexed and filled with doubt may know that there is a
solution to all their troubles and difficulties. The mother bereft
of her child; the husband or wife left desolately alone, may find
consolation for they will meet again to take up the broken threats
of affection and weave them into new and fairer looms of progress.
Thus the heart finds complete satisfaction and the intellect more
than its fullest scope in these teachings of the Ancient Fraters of
the Rosae Rubeae et Aureae Crucis.
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FROM:
http://altreligion.about.com/library/texts/bl_reincarnationir.htm
“Life is a challenge, meet it!
Life is a dream, realize it! Life is a game, play it!
Life is Love, enjoy it!”
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Sri Sathya Sai Baba quotes
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The
worst mistake you can make is to think you're alive
when you're really asleep in life's waiting room.
How do you know waking life isn't just a
shared dream with 6 billion people? The only difference is that
one person out of 6 billion people perceiving the same things
has very little influence on reality. Whereas in a dream you are
the only person perceiving it so you have total control over it.
just something to ponder....
If life is a dream, whose dream is it? Will we
awake when our life end?
"It would be easy to reduce 'Life Is a
Dream' to its fatalism versus free will paradox, but Cruz's
translation strikes the chord of an even more reverberant and
often-ignored theme: in the spiritual battle between destiny and
self-determination, forgiveness, not willfulness or witchery, is
man's only hope.
Mia Leonin, drama critic for the Miami Herald
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Waking life is a dream controlled!
George Satanyana |
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Dreams are true while they last , and do we not live in
dreams?
Alfred L. Tennyson
Dreams are the touchstone of our character...
Henry D. Thoreau
The Art of Spiritual Dreaming
by The Spiritual Traveler
What is the art of spiritual dreaming? Is the experience of spiritual
dreaming distinct from dreaming, in general?
Spiritual dreaming can be defined as dreaming that has the effect of
awakening the individual to his or her true nature. To ask whether spiritual
dreaming is distinct from our normal dream experiences is really no different
from asking whether any spiritual experience is different from all the other
experiences we have in life. Life is a spiritual experience, and therefore all
our experiences in life have something to teach us spiritually.
At the same time, we can distinguish between experiences in our lives that
have uplifted us, or have taught us a lesson, or have jogged our memory of who
and what we are, and more mundane experiences. And if we have whetted our
spiritual appetites, and consider ourselves spiritual seekers, or ready for
spiritual experiences, we will be hungry for those kinds of experiences -both in
our waking life and in our dreams. So the art of spiritual dreaming simply
reflects that hunger for spiritual experience.
FROM:
http://www.spiritualsisters.com/traveler1.htm
How can you determine whether at this moment we are sleeping
and all our thoughts are dreams, or whether we are awake and talking to one
another in the waking state....
PLATO
In the allegory of the chariot and winged steeds, given in
the Phaedrus, he represents the psychical nature as
composite and two-fold; the thumos, or epithumetic
part, formed from the substances of the world of phenomena; and the
thumoeides, the essence of which is linked to the eternal world. The
present earth-life is a fall and punishment. The soul dwells in "the grave which
we call the body," and in its incorporate state, and previous to
the discipline of education, the noetic or spiritual element is "asleep." Life
is thus a dream, rather than a reality. Like the captives in the subterranean
cave, described in The Republic, the back is turned to the
light, we perceive only the shadows of objects, and think them the actual
realities. Is not this the idea of Maya, or the illusion of the
senses in physical life, which is so marked a feature in Buddhistical
philosophy? But these shadows, if we have not given ourselves up absolutely to
the sensuous nature, arouse in us the reminiscence
of that higher world that we once inhabited. "The interior
spirit has some dim and shadowy recollection of its ante-natal state of bliss,
and some instinctive and proleptic yearnings for its return." It is the province
of the discipline of philosophy to disinthrall it from the bondage of sense, and
raise it into the empyrean of pure thought, to the vision of eternal truth,
goodness, and beauty. "The soul," says Plato, in the Theaetetus,
"cannot come into the form of a man if it has never seen the truth. This is
a recollection of those things which our soul formerly saw when journeying with
Deity, despising the things which we now say are, and looking up to
that which REALLY is. Wherefore the nous, or spirit, of the
philosopher (or student of the higher truth) alone is furnished with wings;
because he, to the best of his ability, keeps these things in mind, of which the
contemplation renders even Deity itself divine. By making the right use of these
things remembered from the former life, by constantly perfecting himself in the
perfect mysteries, a man becomes truly perfect -- an initiate into the diviner
wisdom."
Hence we may understand why the sublimer scenes in the
Mysteries were always in the night. The life of the interior spirit is the death
of the external nature; and the night of the physical world denotes the day of
the spiritual. Dionysus, the night-sun, is, therefore, worshipped rather than
Helios, orb of day. In the Mysteries were symbolized the preexistent condition
of the spirit and soul, and the lapse of the latter into earth-life and Hades,
the miseries of that life, the purification of the soul, and its restoration to
divine bliss, or reunion with spirit. Theon, of Smyrna, aptly compares the
philosophical discipline to the mystic rites: "Philosophy," says he, "may be
called the initiation into the true arcana, and the instruction in the genuine
Mysteries. There are five parts of this initiation: I., the previous
purification; II., the admission to participation in the arcane rites; III., the
epoptic revelation; IV., the investiture or enthroning; V. -- the fifth, which
is produced from all these, is friendship and interior communion with God, and
the enjoyment of that felicity which arises from intimate converse with divine
beings. . . . Plato denominates the epopteia, or personal view,
the perfect contemplation of things which are apprehended intuitively, absolute
truths and ideas. He also considers the binding of the head and crowning as
analogous to the authority which any one receives from his instructors, of
leading others into the same contemplation. The fifth gradation is the most
perfect felicity arising from hence, and, according to Plato, an assimilation to
divinity as far as is possible to human beings." (See Thomas Taylor: "Eleusinian
and Bacchic Mysteries," p. 47. New York: J. W. Bouton, 1875.)
MORE PLATONIC PHILOSOPHY AT:
http://www.theosophy-nw.org/theosnw/world/med/rel-hpb1.htm
What appears to be external
reality is really all in your head. Why, that sounds like a dream.
While you're still reeling from that, think about this. Have you ever had a
dream at night that seemed just as real or even more real than your daily
experience?
If so, then you know the only way you could tell the difference was that this
dream (or reality) had more memories you could hook into it.
However, from the shaman point of view, memories are only other dreams.
If you've not had such a realistic dream, you may have heard or read about
people - mystics, drunks, schizophrenics, people taking drugs, who are sleep
deprived, sick, the elderly, children, or shamans - who have had what
psychologists and psychiatrists like to call "hallucinations" that for them were
every bit as real, or more real, than the dream we call ordinary experience
(hallucination means "your dream doesn't match my dream").
The Urban
Shaman
Eastern philosophies have long taught that life
is a dream, and Western esoteric wisdom has held that life is an illusion.
Nevertheless, most of us go on living as if our life experiences were real. What
good does it do us to know that life is a dream or an illusion?
Life As A Waking Dream is a unique method of
uncovering the deeper meaning of life. Everyday experiences are viewed as
messages from the real Self, giving instruction and guidance that tells us what
life skills we need to develop, what qualities we need to cultivate in our
self-expression, and what new choices we need to make to bring greater harmony
to our lives. By studying our life experiences as if they had been dreams, we
uncover the keys to more creative and powerful living. Some of those keys are
identifying a clear purpose, developing a strong sense of self, learning to
recognize and cooperate with the yin and yang polarities of energy, and
interpreting symbols that appear in our waking dreams. With practice we can
learn how to live more lucidly and even how to wake up to the reality behind the
illusion. You don't have to remember your sleeping dreams to do this form of
dream-work!!
FROM:
http://www.intent.com/nfgc/diane_kennedy_pike_details.html
Dream or Reality?
What’s the difference between dreams that
give us fear, orgasmic passion, or joyful delight and reality when we
are awake? Maybe the answer to the greatest questions about how we came
to be can be most simply explained with a simple song. “Row, row, row
your boat gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily life is but
a dream.”
What is reality? Perhaps the grand
massiveness of our universe is intertwined into what makes us alive and
that the illusions we perceive as reality and dream are one in the same.
One is merely longer, persistent and familiar.
This hypothesis causes us great concern if
we are but merely dreaming while we think we are awake. If that is true,
one day we will awaken. We might even wake up in another dream. If we
awaken from what we have for so long perceived as reality and find that
a perpetual state of misconception was our individual inference, will we
be alive in a different dimension?
Where will that state of awareness be?
What will “reality” look like? Maybe
we’ll be trees in a park with children
climbing us. Maybe we’ll fly through the sky as birds with dinosaur
below. Maybe we’ll be ten years old again. Maybe twelve. Maybe we’ll be
an arousal before conception in someone’s mind.
Each individual’s perception of existence
may not be what everyone sees. Perhaps life is a dream to some and
reality to others. For whatever the purpose or design of this fantastic
imagery, there is something in being said of each fanciful inhale of air
and the sound we make when we exhale.
The experience of the dreams we have at
night and the realities we believe we live in the day make us a part of
a universe larger than anything we have yet measured. Somehow we fit
into this divine structure, if only a molecule in relative size to only
a diminutive portion of the universe.
Each individual being’s reality has a
reason for that perception at that particular moment in whatever time
relevant to the needs of the universe. For simplification, God. The
titled that cannot be titled.
The purpose of this note for life’s
thoughts is to stimulate a conscious reverence for being alive. Make
this dream of reality good.
In dream, life or death, make good choices
and awaken to Heaven.
Today's thought:
“Earth’s crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God.”
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
FROM:
http://www.terrysmithbooks.com/column.ht
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JOE MASON'S DREAM
Dream from the night of March 28/ morning of March 29, 2000
'GRABBING THE CONSCIOUSNESS OF MAN"
I dreamed I was an actor in a play.
The play was called "Grabbing the Consciousness of Man"
I was a young woman actor, probably about 25 or less years old. I was thin,
with long, straight auburn colored hair and bangs.
The scenes from the play that take place with the doctor seem like they are
on a dimly lit stage with a live audience in front. The other scenes seem like a
real event (i.e. No stage, no audience).
The plot of the play was this: There was a man (assumed doctor) who was to
hypnotize me to send me to this other place to find the "Pie of Human
Consciousness". I was to get the pie and bring it back to find out what the
"secret ingredient" in it was.
In the first scene, I am laying on a table or platform like bed. The doctor,
who is dressed in a suit that you would see on someone from the late 1800's is
standing near me. He tells me he's going to hypnotize me to send me to get the
pie. He does so and the scene of the play changes.
I am now in a boarding school. I am one of 6 students in the school. The
teacher is a stern, but nice looking nun. She tells us it is time to eat. We
each get a plate of food. On the plate is a small steak, a piece of chicken
breast (no skin) and a scoop of rice. We were told we have to eat everything
that is on our plate or we can't have our dessert. Dessert is a slice of the pie
of human consciousness. It's a creamy looking yellow custard pie. It looks very
yummy. More yummy than any pie I have ever seen.
Each of us sits down with our plate. The girl in front of me is named Leeza.
I call her Leez. She and I chat about nothing that sticks with me. Then the
teacher tells us that there is an extra plate and asked us if we want some more
food. Both Leez and I say we do. So we agree to split the plate. We share the
rice evenly then I ask her if she wants the chicken or the beef. She takes the
chicken. That leaves me to eat the beefsteak.
The steak was very chewy, and it took some time to eat it. So she was done
first. When I finished and went to get my slice of pie, it was gone. I then
realized that Leez had eaten MY slice of pie as well as her own. I was very
upset.
I went to the teacher and told her that all the pie was gone and I didn't
have any. She told me that there was one slice of each of us and that was all. I
tried to explain to her that Leez ate my slice, but she didn't listen. So I
didn't get any pie. I was very upset.
At this point the man on the stage brings me out of the hypnotic trance and I
am once again on the stage. I tell him that I saw the pie but I couldn't get the
pie because Leez ate my slice. I told him that I was so close to getting it, but
it was stolen from me. He and I are both very upset and disappointed.
He tells me to lay back down and puts me under a hypnotic trance again. This
time to find Leez and maybe to get my pie back if she hasn't eaten it all.
I find myself standing in this city. There are chain link fences everywhere.
I have to make my way through this maze of chain link fences, finding and
opening gates to get through. Finally I come around to a place where the teacher
from the boarding house is standing. I tell her that I'm back there looking for
Leez.
She tells me that Leez is dead. I was shocked. I said what happened. She said
that Leez did in fact take and eat my pie like I said she had. And that the pie
was poison to her and it killed her. She said that each person is only allowed
one slice of the pie of human consciousness. And that slice is the only one that
they can have. The only one that is right for them. Every other slice is poison
to them. So by stealing my slice and eating it, she was killed.
I was saddened, and said that my slice was gone forever now that Leez ate it.
The teacher said no. That my slice was right there. She pointed. I looked
where she pointed and there was my slice of pie. I picked up the slice and
started to shout "Brown! Brown! I have the pie! I have the pie!"
The man on stage woke me up from the hypnotic state. It seems that his name
was Brown, but up until this time I did not know that. I told him I got the pie.
He was excited and said, "Where is it?"
I held out my hand and the pie was still there. I don't know how I brought it
back from the hypnosis, but I did.
There was a rumble in the audience.
Brown said, Quick, taste it and tell me what the secret ingredient is. What
is the secret ingredient to human consciousness?
A hush ran through the audience as I sat up and then bit into the pie.
As I did, a light came on from the back of the stage (like back lighting).
And a man walked out into the light. He was about the height of the man named
Brown. He was blond, middle aged and very good looking. He was dressed smartly
in a 1800's type of suit. He had a cane with him. He stepped into my view. Brown
didn't seem to see him but Brown looked on at me with awe.
"What is it? What is the secret ingredient to human consciousness?" Brown
asked again with anxiousness in his voice.
I looked at the blond man in front of me. He smiled. "It's God!" I said with
awe referring to both the man and the secret ingredient.
The audience clapped and roared. The Actor playing God, Brown and I went to
the front of the stage and took our bows.
The curtain closed and we went back stage. We congratulated each other on a
good job and the Brown actor left.
I was standing back stage with the man who played God. He had the air of God
about him. His energy was awesome to be near. I knew also that he was the author
of the play I just performed in.
He said to me that he had wonderful news. The play had been going so good
that it had been extended and that as well as that there would now be Saturday
and Sunday matinee performances. I was very excited about that. He said I was
doing an excellent job and he was pleased.
For some reason at this time I kneeled down at his feet and started to kiss
his boots. He put his hand on the back of my head and said, "I am very pleased I
created you. I could not have made better." I assumed that he was talking about
the character in the play. I looked up and said thank you.
Then he helped me to my feet and said, "Come on, I'll buy you lunch."
I took his arm and we walked out together. I was very happy that the creator
of the play was pleased with me.
DREAMS OF THE MOVIE AND TV THEATRES
8-4-77 - DREAM - I dreamed that I was in a movie
theatre with a group of people. We had one sheet over all of us. Other groups
did too. The theatre was packed. My group jumped up (without me) and ran with
the sheet to another set of seats across the aisle.
By Joe
NOTE: Dee had this identical dream on 8-8-98. In her
dream the whole group had a sheet over them and were ordered to get up with the
sheet over them and then get back down again. Dee didn't want to cooperate with
the group and left the room. (See below for the
continuation of her dream)
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6-25-89 - Meditation: First, I sensed I was surrounded by people. Then, I
began to see people around me. I could only see them from the neck down, like
their heads were in a heavy fog. They deliberately showed me their feet so I
would know I could trust them, since their feet were not cloven. All these
people were male it seemed. I sensed a number 20 something. I was thinking it
was probably 29, but I was guessing because that was the number I was trying to
confirm. All these people backed away from me then and formed a line and walked
single file through a door into an auditorium. I followed them up to the door,
but I was reluctant to go in, so I stood at the doorway. The doorway had an exit
sign over it. The auditorium seemed to be both an inside room and an outside
room. I sensed both, but I could see bushes or potted plants farther away. The
auditorium was full of people all facing one direction. They may have been
sitting on chairs, but I wasn't sure because of the foggy nature of the scene.
There were both men and women there. In front of the people was a group of men
numbering seven. They were sitting cross legged (not lotus) on a low platform,
facing the people. Then, all the women in the auditorium got up and began to
file out past me. They went through a hallway where I was, which looked like my
apartment front lobby
by Dee
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9-27-89 - Dreamed I was in a huge building setting up a
business. The woman were all dressed in pale beige dresses and wearing high
heeled shoes, and I was carrying a beige lamp. The bulb had just been taken out
and I was carrying the lamp to set it down for later. I crushed the shade under
my elbow and my body because I was so pressured, but I fixed it. There was a
swarthy man getting in the way and causing havoc. I went into the basement and
he was taking over and there were signs of animals (cats, birds, etc.)
everywhere. The cat was a huge orange male and looked rather grubby. I told the
swarthy man that I would kill the cat if it got in m way. I went through the
basement to the other end where the chubby caretaker was and asked him if he
hadn't noticed that the swarthy man was taking over. He said that he hadn't. I
told him that all we had to do yet was to establish a musical theatre and we'd
be all set to go into business.
by Dee
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2-28-92 - DREAM - I was in a big house I owned. I was
under investigation by both the police detectives and some bad guys. (I didn't
know who) But all these people were trying to find a book I had, but they were
sure I had. I had actually hidden it well, behind a lot of other stuff way back
under a stairway. I wanted to get the book out, but I couldn't let anybody know
where it was. The house was full of people, all looking for the book and some
gang members tried to gain entry to the house. They wanted to kill me to prevent
the publishing of the book, not knowing it was already done. I pointed out the
gang members to the police and they got rid of them, but there were still
subversives in the house so anxious to get this book, they would do anything to
get it.
I went into another room and the dining table was all
set for a banquet in honor of me for writing this book. Everyone looked so
somber, I said, "What is this? A wake?" Everybody kind of settled down a little
and I saw a young woman come in whose name was "Phoebe Snow". She was an obscure
author and she had agreed to write my life story just to get her name in print.
Nobody knew who she was yet. (Actually Phoebe Snow is a well known black
singer.) ( A white young female in the dream)
I was going to introduce her to the other people at the
dinner, but I saw that some people were still looking for the hidden book. I
still wanted desperately to retrieve the book that was hidden under the stairs ,
but too many people were hanging around watching me.
I went into a smaller room near the stairs with a man,
dressed in a long sleeved green shirt. He was a psychic like me. He believed in
me and my story. We stood in front of a mirror in which we were going to conjure
up some spirits. He held my right hand with his left hand and we started
swinging our arms wildly and breathing hard and bouncing up and down to bring up
the spirits. The spirits started to become visible in the mirror when a young,
black-haired woman came walking in the back door.
I started hitting her in the face with a fly swatter. I
was angry at her for spoiling our psychic conjuring. I saw that she carried two
fly swatters, but I got her first.
I left then to go to a movie to get away from everyone.
I walked up 16th St. to Center St. and to Teutonia Ave. to the Milwaukee
Theatre. I sat towards the back. The movie hadn't started yet and I was getting
hungry. There were a lot of young black kids there and someone threw something
at me. I had a big white pillow with me and somehow I suddenly had a book in a
gray paper bag in my hand. It puzzled me how I got it. I got up and went into
the lobby. There were still people in the lobby and they rushed in to take my
seat.
I went to the ladies room. It was filthy and everybody
was aghast at it's bad condition. We found one open toilet that was clean, but
it had no seat. I waited until another girl took her turn first, laughing and
telling her that if she didn't die, I wouldn't either. But when my turn came, I
couldn't go. I was anxious to see what the book was that I had in the bag.
by Dee
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THE ULTIMATE DREAM
THE ELECTION AND MIND CONTROL
by Dee Finney
| 11-26-00 - I was living in a nice house or apartment. During
the early morning hours, I heard three descending tones quite loudly
coming from my radio. Those tones reminded me that not everyone had the
same communication that I did, and what remained was going to be shut
off.
Everyone's house had a large grey box in their houses where
the electricity came in. If this was shut off, nobody would have
communication with the outside world through their radios.
There was an election going on in which the outcome was to be
a certain way and when it was over there was another box inside
everyone's home that was going to be shut off. This second box was small
and was colored red. Once the lever in the red box was shut off, nobody
would remember that there was something to remember that they weren't
supposed to know. This was the ultimate mind control box.
I went into my own livingroom and realized that there were
certain radio stations on my radio that nobody needed to hear so they
were shut off and wouldn't be heard anymore. People with televisions
which had 'V' chips in them will know and computers with children
controls on them will understand that 'control' is coming.
I wanted to tell the people this news but who would believe
me? It wouldn't be long before someone came to the house to shut off the
little red box and even I wouldn't remember what it was to tell.
But I was expecting a couple of women to come to visit at
lunch time so I would start with them and see how it went. During the
morning I busied myself with cleaning a little, sorting laundry, etc. I
was really tired by the time noon came close and my visitors would
arrive.
Finally, the first guest arrived, and I didn't want to tell
just her so decided to wait until the other woman arrived and would tell
them together so I waited.
To my surprise, more than one woman arrived ... several came
together. I wasn't prepared for more guests and I felt a little guilty
that my house wasn't perfect. I knew that their house wasn't perfect
either, but I didn't want mine to be worse than theirs.
But, more people started coming into the house. These people
were all dreamers ... they would understand my story if I put it into
the form of a dream. But they all had dreams of their own to tell and I
wanted to be polite and listen to their dreams. I would get my turn. So
the women started to tell their dreams in turn.
One of the men sat by the radio and I heard him sing the
three descending tones so I wasn't the only one who heard them. I could
now tell my story and it would be believed.
Then some men dreamers came and I was about to tell my story
which was now going to be in the form of a dream, but one of the men
started to tell his dream and I still couldn't tell my 'dream'.
All of a sudden it was noon, so I asked everyone if they
would like some coffee. I wasn't prepared for that, so went to make the
coffee. My friend Cary, who was a psychologist said that she wanted her
coffee with a special raw egg cracked into the center of the cup. She
had already picked out the egg and it was in the refrigerator.
I told her that was fine, but then I had to find the perfect
cup so it had room for the egg. That set me out on another search
through the cupboards for othe perfect cup for her before I could tell
my story which was now a 'dream'.
As I went through the dish rack and cupboards, I was finding
beautiful crystal, fancy dishes like gravy boats, and vases, sugar and
creamers, but no coffee cups that would hold a raw egg in the coffee.
Finally I found a dish that was more a soup cup but it would at least
hold the egg.
I then went to make the coffee. The coffee pot was in the
livingroom because it was fancy and had a long spout on it and was for
serving coffee to guests.
But I hadn't used the coffee pot in quite some time and when
I picked it up, to my dismay there was a spider making a web in the
spout. I was horrified so took the coffee pot to the sink to clean off
the spider web. It seemed the more I pulled the faster the spider worked
and I found fresh cedar boughs in the crook of the handle and it took me
a long time to finally get the spider web off the coffee pot.
But I looked into the spout of the coffee pot and I saw three
tiny snails and then some tiny fish in it. I couldn't serve coffee this
way so I took it to the sink to pour hot water through it and rinse out
the snails and the fish.
My son Ken was sitting in the livingroom under a bright light
and I warned him that I was pouring hot water so he wouldn't get scalded
by accident.
But when I shook the spout to dislodge the snails and the
fish, they grew even larger and now I had an angel fish and an oscar in
the coffee pot spout.
I shook it even harder and the fish turned into a large black
and white cow.
I was never going to be able to serve the coffee so I could
tell my story which was now a dream, and I got so frustrated, I woke up.
NOTE FROM DEE:
FOLLOWING ARE SOME PAGE LINKS FROM MY WEB SITE ABOUT MIND CONTROL.
THHIS IS IMPORTANT TO OREALIZE BECAUSE EVERY TIME YOU TURN ON YOUR TV OR
RADIO, 'THEY' ARE MIND CONTROLLING YOU WHETHER YOU KNOW IT OR NOT.
FAIR EOUGH TO SAY FROM WHAT I'VE EXP;ERIENCED, MANY OF US AREING
IMP;LANTED DREAMS BY ANGELS AND SPIRIT GUIDES AND THAT IS MIND
CONTROLING US ASA WELL. HOWEVER, I'MM MORE WORRIED BY OUR TV SETS.
Search results
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Mind Control Watch Report.
Matrix- Mind Control.
Against Electronic Mind-Control
&TOTSE - Mind Control. The
Mind Control Hypothesis.
Freedom ...
www.greatdreams.com/mind_control.htm
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Cached
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THE ELECTION AND MIND CONTROL.
by Dee Finney. 11-26-00 - I was living
in a nice house or apartment. ... •
Matrix: The Illuminati • History in
Gargoyles
www.greatdreams.com/mind.htm
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These projects are investigations in the
techniques of different forms of mind
control and how ... She only
mentions Fight Club, Starship Troopers
and Matrix on ...
www.greatdreams.com/political/media03.html
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These mind-control
projects simply do the same with ... You
can read the detailed background in The
Biggest Secret and Children Of The
Matrix, ...
www.greatdreams.com/political/911-411.htm
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... Neo in the film THE MATRIX .
... It is easier to mind-control
and hypnotize people who are bathed in
an artificial electromagnetic-wave GWEN
transmitters ...
www.greatdreams.com/haarp-sun.htm
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Matrix: Assassination
Conspiracies Declassification and
Security Advisory Panels The Lighthouse
Report Conspired ... MIND
CONTROL. INDEX.
www.greatdreams.com/consp.htm
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The electronics E.L.F. mind
control ... is in California from a
very sacred site that is part of an
energetic complex Tehuti / Thoth refers
to as the Shasta Matrix ...
www.greatdreams.com/holograms.htm
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... the mind control
efforts and all that kind of thing.
Because at the age of 4, I was involved
with all this, ... Representation of the
12-strand silicate matrix.
www.greatdreams.com/shadow.htm
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Cached
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Air Force begins financing of Lientief
Matrix. House Of Mica / New York
City. ... Alien derived mind
control experiments approved on
prisoners in United States.
www.greatdreams.com/cnsprcy.htm
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-DAVID ICKE tells in CHILDREN OF THE
MATRIX, ... The US mind
control empire was actually
established by the Nazi mind
control apparatus being shipped here
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used radionics for mind
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saw. I will explain more about this in
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numbers 72 and 360 kept coming into my mind over
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