Confession #8- Lover of Numbers

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“I cannot deny that I am a lover of numbers, not just any numbers: Angel Numerology. It was a concept of synchronicities that was integrated into my life by one of many Doreen Virtue’s books and written pieces. I have always believed in God (Creator) and that everything happens for a reason, and yes I have indeed heard of angels and spirit guides. However, I did not realize how much of an influence they as well many as other Ascended Masters impacted our everyday lives. Nor did I realize that the Universe itself has a way of reaching out to us; letting us know that we are on the right path. Or maybe besides that, something of importance that is crucial for our life’s journey.

It’s also not just Angel Numerology I love, I also just enjoy Numerology. I love how these numbers tie into our everyday lives. Each number has its own unique meaning; everything from birthdates, transactions, license plates, timers, clocks, pageviews on a website, etc. I even have my favorites like anything involving 7’s. 7 is my lucky number! Anyway, all of the pictures in the slideshow are some of many examples of synchronicities that I have had the pleasure and luck to catch on camera! I hope you enjoy some of the links I’ve posted as well as the pictures too.”

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Dream Journal- If Death was a Human

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It has definitely been awhile since I have made any dream journal entries. This dream that I had a few nights ago really stuck out to me because of its nature and overall message. I have never seen Death as an actual physical, human-like being… until I had this dream. 

I was walking with a large group of people, which seemed to be a class from school. We were in a different state, Oregon or Washington most likely. There was a bit of a chill in the air and very low humidity. The scenery was mostly a dull gray color with the exception of the greenery and the colorful neon lights that lined the inside of a bar that we were about to go into. What was strange about this is we were on a campus or town square of some sort, and it was deserted with the exception of me and the class I was going with. We went into the bar which all of a sudden felt as though it was on water with a gentle ebb and flow tilting the room side to side. It was a basic classic bar with everything made from oak and bright neon signs and wine glasses hanging from the ceiling above the bar area. All of a sudden we were surrounded by these strange men with glassy eyes who grabbed a large amount of people and pushed them through a large black door. They tried to grab me too, but I yanked away from them and made it out the front door. 

I was back outside with dozens of people who were standing in a large circle. There was a malevolent looking woman, dressed in black and red, with this black swirling mist that loosely wrapped around her body like a serpent pacing around me and a few other people. She had a wicked smile, black and red eyes, light blonde hair, and pearl white teeth. There was an amphitheater and stage and a large bed of navy blue water that sat before the stage. Everyone appeared to be in a trance and more people slowly walked to the circle which grew in size. I challenged the malevolent woman on what was happening and she claimed that this was the work of death itself; which the woman presumed to be death. Cracks of thunder and lightning came from the sky that lit up our surroundings and all of the entranced people were picked up from the lightning and were placed in several different locations. Folks were transported to a concrete coliseum with a grassy stage while others were transported to open fields of nothingness as well as several random locations in the city such as a prison yard, the stage, and the bar. 

I could see where all of the people were and how they were to die, and I felt so helpless. It was torture watching tens, hundreds, thousands of people being annihilated with the blink of an eye. A light jolted through the innocents by the thousands, which caused the earth to raise for a single moment, and as soon as it started it stopped. Their bodies went limp and I felt myself screaming “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!”. I looked back at the woman and again, screamed at her, asking her why. It was just me and her at that moment in time. Suddenly parts of her body started to show between the seams of her clothes and the truth of her form was revealed: she was made up of several different body parts from different people, stitched together limb by limb. Each limb differed in shade ever so slightly, but generally it was all the same. Soon out of the woman’s mass, a man with thick black hair, dark eyes, ‘perfect’ structure, and looks that could kill. These two people were made by the body parts of the fallen. The man soon claimed himself as being death and I was stuck with them. 

I felt so much anger and rage as I saw both of them live in luxury. They had everything they could ever want, except everything was either black or dark-colored damask. They had everything from their own personal amphitheater, massive mansion filled with riches, and exotic creatures that could only ever exist in a dream. They had all of the power in the world, being able to kill by the millions who were entranced by their black magic. But then… they got bored. This created slight conflict with Death and his mistress. Suddenly, their body parts that were stitched together started to slightly tear, mix, and morph with other body parts. I held light within my own hands; it radiated around my body and I took my chance to disable Death. With the use of my light, their most prized exotic animal, also made from the dead dissolved and melted to nothing. Death’s mistress popped into a cloud of smoke and light then dissolved to dust. Death had lost control of his own humanoid form and I walked from their room onto the outdoor stage that faced the water.

I stared up at the sky and heard a deep voice praising me and encouraging me to go forward. A light started to envelop me and I could hear the voices of many cheer me on, even though I felt so unsure. I was then given wings, which I had all along as well as many other gifts added on to my being. The edges of each gift lit up like lightning and felt warm and sensitive to the touch. I knew right then and there what I had to do as the light parted the clouds in the sky, and the angelic beings which glowed in pure light, came down to me and started to guide me. I ran through the field of nothingness to find if anyone was still alive. I was heartbroken to find that I couldn’t find any survivors, until I went a little bit farther down. I was relieved to hear that there were still many others that were alive who still needed my help. I managed to help free people of their trances, then my vision turned to light as I woke up.

I still wonder if the dream reflects anything going on it my life literally or metaphorically… who knows?

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Truth about Sensitivity

IMG_1339I pick up on every single thing…

Every single vibration that the universe has to offer… Every single day.

Some days it makes me smile infinitely, and on others it makes me weep uncontrollably to what feels like an eternity.

I feel happiness, sadness, anger, love, hate, malice, confusion, pain, sorrow, joy, fear, and everything in between. 

Sometimes I get so mixed up in the sea of vibrations that I can’t even tell the difference between my own feelings and others. 

I can connect and comfort the conflicted without speaking a single word. 

I can heal a broken heart just by knowing what it needs to heal.

I can ease the physical pain of an injured soul just by knowing exactly where the origin of the pain is.

I can see a whole world of secrets just by opening my eyes, and it is a gift that I can see and feel everything so vividly.

But there are some days where I cry, weep, and even scream on the inside due to the large cluster of vibrations I feel every single day… it can be far too much for my soul to bare.

Why is it so hard for me to distinguish one feeling to another and whether it is my own or not? Why can I feel things so deeply, like as if it’s happening to me? I have so many questions.

Some days I can answer them easily, other days I find myself lost for words.

In the meantime I continue to float along by the universe in search of my own lighthouse in the skies above.


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Update: Changes Being Made to The Dream Gallery

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So, this is something I have been meaning to bring up for a while, but it has taken me a little bit to decide that making a change to this would be the right thing to do. I have reached a point where I feel that it’s time to make a good change or two.

I must start off with wanting to say that I have been wanting The Dream Gallery to grow, but haven’t been sure how to make it do so. The Dream Gallery has has been becoming more and more mixed together with Metaphysics and Spirituality. Despite the fact that the topic of Dreams has scientific meaning, it also has all kinds of other meanings and aspects to it too. Metaphysics, Spirituality, Psychology, Sociology, Mythology, so on. So low and behold, The Dream Gallery is going to be lumped together with a new project that also dives into Metaphysics, Meditation, and Spirituality. I will have more information about these changes coming soon.


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Old & Raw Wounds

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We will persevere.

Only unity will get us through this.

Unity is our best bet against this aching pain.

No one can stand within your own shoes.

Don’t let that discourage you. 

Everyone has a story to tell.

Don’t give in just because the weight on your shoulders feels unbearable.

Suffering in silence must come to an end.

Only more suffering comes from turning away.

Understand that there are others out there with open arms.

Love and light is ready to be sent your way.

Suffering ends in unity.


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Dream Journal- The Black Eyes Are Ripping me Apart

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The other night I had a nightmare that left me drenched in a cold sweat, hyperventilating. It was extremely intense and graphic for a mostly non-lucid dream. This is an actual nightmare I had that is still hanging around in my head. Its driving me absolutely insane and I hope writing it down will help me process it.

I was at work walking back and forth past the front doors while I was on my break. I came back from the bathroom when one of my co-workers pointed out that the tail-lights and something else was out on my car. They told me they thought I should know before leaving so I would be safe on the road. Part of me felt like going outside was going to be a bad idea if I did it alone, but I did it anyway. One of the managers tried to stop me and the same person tried to urge me to go with them, but I insisted that I would be right back. It was overcast outside and the parking lot seemed to be dead. I for some reason had a flashlight in my hand like as if I knew it was going to be dark soon. It rapidly changed from an overcast parking lot full of cars to a pitch black void of parking spaces. I went to my car and that is when all hell broke loose. I saw a black eyed woman, probably in her late teens, early twenties. She wore a light jacket, jeans, and converse. I didn’t even see that she had black eyes until after speaking with her for a few moments.

Things at this point started to get a little bit scrambled and dodgy. At one point the scene flashed to me going into an office on a grassy hill with my managers. My back and chest was covered with only a towel while I wore pants. I was absolutely soaked and drained of energy. A few kind ladies where in dully designed office were helping me, trying to calm me down, yet they were completely oblivious to what was really going on. I tried to warn them not to go outside and yet… they still did.

Again, I was snapped back into the dream where I had seen the same co-worker being dragged off by more of the black eyed mutants, yet it seemed as though he got away for a brief second. I couldn’t necessarily tell for sure if he got away until later on towards the end of the dream. Majority of people were cornered by humanoid black eyed beings and were either hidden, ripped apart, or blasted into bits of bone and dust. It was an absolute gore fest as I could only stand outside amongst the blackness, helpless, unable to save my friends. Soon, I wasn’t able to comprehend what the black eyed girl said to me. A few others tried to come my way and talk to me. I ran past them and knew immediately that I just had to do something. I ran past all of the stores in the strip, jumping from platform to platform, listening to the godawful dying screams of my friends. I tried to keep my eye on what I needed to do and there was an ancient vault across the street, behind where I worked with which I knew the answer to this would be within my grasp. I was desperate to find some solution.

I find myself in what appeared to either be an ancient vault or tomb within a warehouse across the street. The walls were lined with thousands of pictographs and symbols I could not recognize. Jewels and fine crystals lined this vault-like marking on the wall which held a very strange artifact. It was a golden oriental Japanese fan. Suddenly, a large mass of jagged, growling, demented beings tried to intimidate me from grabbing the fan. One of them hopped out from the crowed and tried to bribe, threaten, and persuade me from grabbing it. I did it any way and flew out of there free from their grasp as I could hear their dying screams. It was music to my ears to hear the shrieks from hell bound beasts for I knew it meant I was starting to succeed past their evil.

I found myself change shape. I wasn’t Alex anymore, but I was a crane like creature that could use the fan to fly. I knew that I needed to fly out of there to get help while I still could. I could hear encouraging cheers and support from the ones below me. I had to jump from platform to platform in this such bizarre place. It was a set of buildings, old and new, built above a set of small creeks and rivers. It was absolutely beautiful and as soon as I reached the top, I could see beyond the horizon. I was so close to victory knowing I could save so many people and beat these bastards. Unfortunately, that was taken from me too soon when I was gearing to fly off when I heard a scream for help, and that scream asked for me. I jumped down believing I could save them, but as I got down there, I was knocked down and overrun by a few of the black-eyed mutants. They seemed zombie like in appearance and stone cold hearted like a hell frozen over parasite. The sky and everything around me turned red and the screams got louder. I could hear shards of glass and small explosions breaking out. I jumped onto a higher platform to try to get away, but one of the more aggressive ones hopped up and ripped my right hand off, the one that held the fan. The fan’s magical powers stopped working and the banshee could not get it from the hand it held. He tried to bargain with me, and I bluffed it and ran. After that, I woke up absolutely drenched in sweat and consumed by fear.


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Weird WTF Feeling

question-mark-vector-1068869           I’ve had an itch to write a post like this for a while now. I’m not entirely sure if this is meant to be written as a piece to vent or to just to express what is going on through my mind, body, spirit, and whatever the hell else is going on in my life, seeing that maybe someone could relate to me. Or maybe possibly add some sort of inspiration out there that speaks, “You’re not alone” or “Feeling a sense of imbalance from time to time is not out of the norm”. If neither one of those things happens, that is perfectly okay with me. I tend to go with the flow.

Okay, enough mindless rambling! Now… for perhaps the past year and a half or so I have been getting these really oddly or randomly timed sensations of something feeling ‘off’. I do know for a fact that the intuition is never wrong, but the mind that is clouded with confusion, anger, sadness, fear, or what have you can throw you for a loop. My own sensations on whether something feels ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ has indeed worked in my favor by keeping me safe and on the right track. Oh, and what I mean by sensations are what some people might consider to be ‘gut feelings’, instincts, perhaps even visions, and or sensations within the body that might signal for something. Some would believe that our own intuitions are guided by higher sources, or higher light beings. These sensations can be very sporadic at times, but those timings happen for a reason.

The reason why I am pointing this out is I’ve been noticing a pattern with some of these sensations where I feel as though something feels ‘off’. They’ve been happening around the same time of night, for a consecutive amount of nights (going from a few days straight to two weeks straight to a week of nothing to a week of something), cycling an odd pattern of ‘off’ feelings and then finally, majority of the time the next day or a few days after those sensations, something happens. Most of the time, these events aren’t major, and sometimes they are. (For the sake of anonymity, names, faces, dates, and exact details will NOT be revealed). Whether it’s little everyday annoyances to much bigger and more dramatic life changes varies. Lately, some of these events have been turning into bigger, more serious life changes, and a lot of them are not directed towards me at all. 

On the flipside, I do have a lot of positive experiences where I do see something good coming my way, and eventually it does. There’s sometimes a bit of repetition to these positive sensations, yet not as much as the more ‘off’ sensations. 

When I do get these weird sensations, I do what I can to cope with them like listening to music, writing, drawing, watching something on Youtube, meandering on Twitter, etc. Sometimes even talking to someone helps. Eventually after a few moments the ‘off’ sensations go away, but only to a point. I still feel remnants of it towards the back of my mind and in the bottom of my throat and stomach.

Anyway, I hope that this makes sense to those that might be experiencing this as much as I do. Feel free to drop a message if you’d like. I hope you all have a wonderful evening! 

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