I use this Blog to tell you of things I
have experienced in My dreams, the messages I have decoded through
Hours of meditation., but the fact is every single human-being on
this planet is sole responsible for his or her own actions. I am not
writing this particular blog to make you see things my way like so
many morons on this planet. I am, however, writing this blog to give
you some food for your mind to see that the universe is so large that
maybe you should start to change yourself to be the change you want
to see in the world.
I wrote my dream down in a dream
journal and to this day I still go back every once in a while and
look at the detail, but I always get the same message. I was a little
younger, and I like so many brain washed people thought money had
value. Even though this was the first dream it was probably for me
the most important one. This dream I am about to share with you led
me on the deep dark rabbit holes that I as an armature hacker would
go only so far. I studied, and sorted out every possible avenue, and
I, one day knew the dream was telling me something, and this changed
me, or at least started me on my path.
By now we all know that the U.S Dollar
has no real value, there has been no gold in Fort Knox since 1933. So
why do our females sell their bodies for worthless paper? Why do
these brain washed masses kill over worthless paper? To me, from that
day it was mere insanity.
I will now leave you with my dream.
Every detail, every point, then you will have to figure it out for
yourself. If you cannot, then no matter how much I would love to help
you, I can not. There is no help for you. The only true help comes
from your own soul, from your own mind and heart.
The dream
I am walking through a sandy
desert, when I get to a break in the wind I notice this is my old
house in Alhambra, California where I used to live as a boy. Sitting
in the traditional meditation form there were several people, which
reminded me of a congregation. In front of each of them, there was
plastic, sea shells, glass, as well as many other items all painted
to look like dollars. One person handed me a sea shell with the 100
dollar bill painted on it. I turned to him and handed it back and
said, “ I don't want that, that is fake.” From the stairs that
was in the back yard that led up to the house a tall figure
approached me. I could not see his face, but he gave me a piece of
paper, and patted me on my back. I opened the paper and I could read
the message very clearly it read, YOU ARE EXHONERATED!
I woke up and for the first time I
truly had something I was missing for 41 years of my life, CLARITY.
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