Not sure how many times I”ve mentioned my underwater experiences? They first began while living at the beach…spending a lot of time in & on the ocean. That’’s when I met the Sea Witch (Queen of the Sea). In the beginning I was always escorted by glowing, white, crystalline beings…I guess some would call them Angels, but…more they”re extraterrestrial, alien looking beings. Tall, and thin, and hard to see behind the light. Out of body they”d fly me long distances, across vast bodies of water to a certain destination…where we”d then descend beneath the waves to the very bottom of the ocean floor where there were sunken cities. What ”appeared” to be sunken anyway, bcuz cities aren”t built underwater…………….right?\r\n\r\nI”d be sent down in an elevator. The light-beings didn”t go any further. In the undersea complex I was sent through workshops, lectures, and initiations…unfortunately most of these I don”t remember. I don”t think I”m allowed to at this time. One thing I can attest to…even with current events…is I”m the only adult present. I”m always surrounded by a host of children. These places seem to schools of some sort. They”re taking all the children out of body, and training them for something. I don”t know what. Something far more together then what humans are teaching their kids anyway! I know that.\r\n\r\nThat went on for several years, even after I moved away from the beach. The next phase I was allowed more behind the scenes…sorta speak…into the areas where the adults worked. The big thing in these underwater complexes is WORK. That was made very clear to me. Work is done round the clock…as they seem to be on a very strict deadline of some sort…they”re in “countdown” mode, and there’’s no time to waste. It’’s all very intense, but an incredibly smooth operation. If I wasn”t aware of being underwater…it looks no different then the space complexes I”ve been in, both in this dimension/density and others. They”re all pretty much the same. Sadly, I can”t really describe it, or say what it’’s about. Lots of “monitoring” & “calculating” is the best I can sum it up. There’’s no production of anything of that’’s any help? (This doesn”t include what I call the Black-Op, military-industrial complexes. I can always tell them, bcuz there is a lot of production & experimentation going on. Always!)\r\n\r\nWhen I say complexes…one shouldn”t get the idea that I mean something like office buildings or underground bunkers. Maybe it would be better to say “Cities”…they”re massive beyond belief!\r\n\r\nAnyway…things changed up again. For about a year now…the escorts have been SHARKS. \r\nI had a hard time with that one! I”ve been messed up about sharks ever since my mom took me to see Jaws as a kid. Couldn”t even get me in a fresh water lake (or a pool) after that!\r\nI love sharks though…completely majestic beings. So, I started having all these water dreams. I come into my astral body flying over the most gorgeous aqua blue water…and then float down into it like a sitting duck. And…sure as shit a shark comes along. Now, in the beginning…this would be where I”d wake myself up. It took me weeks of focus to totally give in to the situation.\r\nThat was the shocker. There’’s always a shocking point in every situation…and strangely enough…it’’s always the same. When you stop fighting back or running away….everything is completely different then you thought it was! But………I had to be get myself to a point where i was WILLING to be eaten, before I found that out (yet again!).\r\n\r\n More >

\r\n\r\nI couldn”t find any pictures that came anywhere close to what I”ve seen. This will just have to work as a (very) rough idea.\r\n\r\nI made a place outside to take naps in the grass/sun. I”ve only been out there three times since it warmed it, and all three time I”ve visited the same place. It’’s an unbelievably beautiful place…grand beyond imagination. I can”t even begin to describe how ornate and intricate a world it is, but similar in idea to those posters Hindu posters of the gods…and I guess that’’s where I”m visiting, whatever that place is. Not everyone is blue, just the ‘’significant” folks. I don”t know ”a lot” about Hinduism, or Buddhism for that matter…as far as the characters are concerned. But, they seem like nice folks. It’’s a meld of the two…the are Tibetan looking people, husky, dark, Asian, and those that look east Indian, and then the blues…all different hues of that soft, pearly blue, and dressed in insane get up….again, like the Hindu paintings depict. Everything is lush, and in full blossom. The air is sweet; the sunshine intense. There are also giants.\r\n\r\nthe first visit I made…I was owned by giant. There were several dozen women shackled in gold to the belt of a giant, and we sat atop an intricately carved structure that resembled a pyramid chopped at the middle (with no top half)….that looked over the land. Not so far away there were other half-pyramids with other giants perched on them….surveying who knows what. I escaped and fled to the sea; a strange sea that was shallow, and above it…on it’’s surface…traffic moved to and fro between continents. It was a like a parade no one has ever seen. Each vessel a blinding, golden ship, adorned with flowers, spilling with riches…pulled by teams of a thousand white horses, or pink dolphins, or giant elephants that stood fifty feet high. There was music everywhere, and parties floating by in giant lotus blossom. It was really unbelievable…like nothing I”ve ever witnessed.\r\n\r\nToday was a much shorter visit. The sun was blinding (again), and once my eyes were able to adjust I noticed that I was in an expansive rock garden, and before me …some huge, endless temple carved of stone. Two huge doors swung open and a procession of Tibetan looking monks walked out, followed by the blue gods….6 of them I think. It was hard to see, as the sun was directly in my eyes. They walked down the steps and stood for a moment. Suddenly I felt my body grow rigid…as all my muscles tensed…and spontaneously I began going through these movements like a slow dance…holding each position in a climax of energy, before moving into the next. And, I was floating. I kept raising further off the ground with each motion, till I was hovering about 30 feet. The procession didn”t seem to notice me. The walked a small square in the center of the court, and returned inside. I descended about 15 feet, then two men came out of the temple and walked halfway down the stairs….and motioned for me to come closer. I did, still hovering, but face to face on the step they were on. The man in front of me was somewhat plain looking, weathered…and it was hard to tell what he thought. He reached out his hand to take mine, but I was trapped in this odd tantric or prayer position and couldn”t move my hands. He noticed this…and reached up to take one of my hands anyway. I mustered enough strength to tap on his with my fingers…to which he smiled, and I smiled back. Then he lit up a joint and took a long inhalation…and then passed it to my lips, where I took a long inhalation to demonstrate some sort of equality. He smiled again………..and then suddenly the sun became too intense, in a brilliant white pulse that knocked me out of the realm and back into my body.\r\n\r\nI was hoping to go inside and meet the blue gods, see what was going on inside the temple. \r\nAh well……………next time.

Not much to tell about this experience…just that two snakes appeared out of nowhere. I thought they were going to attack me, and I knew that if I held on to that idea/fear it would inevitably happen. So…I let go of it, and they wound themselves around me in very geometric patterns (mirroring one another as they moved). Eventually the came to rest…each of them placing their large heads on my shoulders…their bodies wrapping under my arms, crossing my back, and wrapped round my hips….like the backpack might sit. They stayed there through my entire dream…as I worked to recuse people from an underground complex (prison camp). The general population had been told that a nuclear attack was taking place…and everyone was rounded up and taken underground. The handful that I managed to help break-free…when we worked our way back to the cities…there were still people living there, and nothing nuclear had happened at all. They had dropped some large bombs, but it wasn”t of insane magnitude. The people that weren”t rounded up…were still carrying on on the surface…albeit, not normally. It was war-torn looking, and there was no industry or service left…but it was in no way contaminated.\r\n\r\nJust before I woke up…I was telling the snakes that I appreciated their presence with me. At that point they both whispered in my ears…”we are here to help destroy all the “leaders”. I think it was the first time in a dream I ever uttered the words, “right the fuck on!”‘, ‘Wrapped up in a pair of snakes…’, 0, ”, ‘publish’, ‘open’, ‘open’, ”, ‘wrapped-up-in-a-pair-of-snakes’, ”, ”, ‘2008-12-07 20:54:14′, ‘2008-12-08 03:54:14′, ”, 0, ‘http://mysticmysfits.com/?p=36′, 0, ‘post’, ”, 0),
(37, 1, ‘2008-03-12 12:41:00′, ‘2008-03-12 19:41:00′, ‘\r\n\r\nI”ve been working on doing podcasts for my arts & crafts, and thought that it might also be a solution here….giving me the opportunity to still share what’’s going on in my life, without putting too much demand on my time, which is limited lately.\r\n\r\nIt’’s a sad, little podcast that’’s very all over the place…but fitting for my state of mind these days.\r\nIt’’s not like I have a huge audience I have to impress. Just you friends…so it’’s sort of what you”d hear if were to call me up on the phone = casual & discombobulated at best. If nothing else, maybe it”ll make you laugh?!? The podcasts to follow…(if I can keep on top of getting them out) will have more of a point. Maybe. I would like to use them to log dreams, happenings, weather, etc. At least share something more relevant then an empty mind, which is pretty much what this first one contains.\r\n\r\nAnyway… :/