Channelvision | Bad Ideas In A Big Cat's DreamUnity Consciousness #3271

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My tell-a-lie-in-a-vision television has been turned off for almost the entire day for the past several days so I know the influence is not coming from there.

In recent years, I have been having a recurring dream of dozens of big cats (lions, tigers, leopards, cheetah, panthers) running loose, living lavida loca, in cities in the USA.
I had another such dream this morning before the sun rose above the horizon.

All the dreams are basically the same.
The status quo where-you-lead-I'll-follow masses have accepted the conditions and are okay with just trying to live with them.
The early plan, ran through the daily double downspout of logic, is to not harm the animals as long as they stay on the outskirts and only eat deer and such.
Everyone is still going about their usual lives night and day as if there is not a big problem or that they are in a dangerous situation.

In each dream, the big cats chase, attack and eat people. A few people are able to barely get away. Many people get maimed and lose limbs, but are still die hard citizens none the less.
Each time, when people get chased and caught, they scream for help as if 9-1-1, and emergency responders in general, are the first level of personal protection and safety when a tiger is trying to grab you by the tail.
In the midst of all this normal confusion and daily mayhem in the land of the free cult mantra, everybody else is just walking around. You know, milling about like it's good to be out and about doing something because.

Switching back to reality-like-ish TV, several we-are-a-tight-knit-community people run to the rescue and try to free those caught in a cat's death grip, as blood, saliva, sweat and tears mix.
Some people get no help at all.

If you have never been up close and acclimated to a big cat in its natural habitat, you have no idea how huge and powerful those animals are. How well equipped they are to be heavy, nimble, run and hold on stronger than a pit bull (a lesser metaphor). I've seen gleaming white big-boned curved sharp teeth bigger than my two hands. I've seen how several hundred pounds of fluent muscle moves. I've seen the eyes of a lion who has someone in their grip, look at you like, now-what-you-gon-do? I was relieved of my flesh and transported there in spirit to announce, you do not want to be caught unawares, despite no cascading alarms that the sky is falling. That's because you should not be listening for the sky is falling but looking for signs that the sky is rising. It is being uplifted by the legion led by Shu-Anhar-Tefnut, the leader of the pack with the giant monkey on its back.

Each time people are being feasted upon by cats with a 13,000 year hunger, the love-em-hate-em police are standing around doing what the clueless soldiers of misfortune do. There is no military presence. No commander-in-chief to bring disaster area relief. No thought of stand your own ground or my country to make great again. No lynch mob or S.W.A.T. No braveheart hunting party like those to hunt pythons. No save the day heroes. No favored group who survives till the end.
It's as if the people don't know what to do despite the dangers in plain sight, as if they think objects in the mirror appear closer than they really are. This proves they are in the passenger seat of their own lives.

In today's variation of the dream, the people are so used to living in contradictionville, cowboys are running and herding buffalo through the streets, taking them somewhere in a trample everything hurry. We know how the story goes when there is the herd mentality of animals and big cats in the same vicinity. Meanwhile schoolchildren are being herded onto school buses at the end of another day of hurry-hurry-step-right-up-get-your-education-here-while-it-lasts-and-before-it-loses-its-effectiveness.

The cats are running around on the sides of vegetation-less rocky mountains and nobody's doing anything. I start to point them out. The cats that is.

In each dream, I end up in the final act wondering why people are behaving as if the abnormal is normal. Same question, same response.
I'm wondering all sorts of things like why people aren't stabbing the animals, suffocating them, jabbing them in the eye, spraying them with whatever. I'm wondering this because I am so caught up in the dream, I've moved past the this-is-madness and I have accepted the chaos as the starting point of the problem. I have no sense of self-determination or self-preservation like not being outside in the first place or in that city or around those people who act like nothing's wrong because they are being told nothing's wrong.

Each time, as I am in the midst of their midst doing what they do, I get chased by the cats because I wavered from the path of truth. The Gods are my witness and I am theirs.

Like one of those big screen IMAX experiences, the dream is so immersive and intense, I forget who I am. In that same moment, I am about to be caught by three cats. At the last instant I Wake Up and am woke in the flesh.

I am certain these dreams have everything to do with the Sun of the Gods moving above the galactic equator, where the spirit-souls of the lions and other cats, especially the elemental souls of the big cats, have been released into the Solar System are are reaching this Earth. They have come back to reclaim territory once theirs. We are in their den. Have always been. We are surrounded by big cats on a thousand hills with a blood thirst after a long harsh winter. We are now the cattle, their chattel. It's their turn to choose who is next, according to their will.

And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams. (Acts 2:17 From Joel 2:27-29, as also written in the Gospel of Usiku)