Channelvision | Subconscious & Conscious Dream Watchers & SnatchersUnity Consciousness #3278

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I witnessed yet another white cop kill a lot of people, including his family and friends, then lead another whole bunch of them on a crash-into-this-and-that chase. They did not empty their weapons into him. They coddled him to please stop and surrender. Think of this broadly, metaphorically.

I was tired of watching this same ole daily drama of cops who are robbers who are cops in various roles in the society.
I went to sleep in this dream, and somehow, when I woke up, I was the one arrested.
This took place in Georgia that was also Mississippi.
One of them boys was in my face telling me what I did, that I knew I didn't do.

Again, this is them trying to pin their crimes on someone else, including blaming some of their dismay on the rain.
After a dream minute of this, I was being defended by Paige (from Love It or List It) of the Justice Project.
The more I woke up, the last thing I remember was being at a party with the famous infamous in-and-out-you-go crowd.
Paige's warrior spirit was able to expertly expose all the lies being told to arrest my development and incarcerate me.
She said, “I got this.”

The scene shifted back to that same workplace which I was fired from which happened more than once.
They were forced to hire me back because of their civil rights violations.
They would not give me any work to do, so I just sat at my desk and was on the computer and internet. One of their girls kept walking by, watching.
One of their boys, with a Michelin Man body type, was standing behind me a few desks away recording me with his cell phone.
I confronted him and he claimed innocence, as those from the ghetto hood dangerous projects like to do.
He then went and cried that I was talking mean to him.
This is typical playbook behavior. Always trying to police others after being copped and robbed at home of the healthy sense of who they are.

They are watching and waiting and being watched by watchers who are waiting everywhere.

Sleep Dreams Can Be Sweet Dreams

Sleep Dreams, when physically asleep, is the time when the subconscious is able to free itself from the chain links of pretense constructed by the conscious mind when physically not asleep.
The subconscious is the first consciousness in the womb that is supposed to rule the day, the entire day, side-by-side with consciousness, each being the other's better half. Both minds are always calling up and drawing from each other's stored information, but the conscious mind, being so conflicted and concerned with dominance that excludes, demeans and diminishes, cannot bring itself to admit that IT is not all there is to thought. Thus the conscious mind is often lost.
The subconsciousness is the first and only consciousness that exists. It is later divided. The subconscious is the consciousness we came with from the elemental factory floor of the mest. This consciousness has been shaped, reshaped, upgraded and downgraded in various birthplaces through various black holes, through the solar system, through Earth, through Moon, through creations, through human forms, through the most recent human womb from which we are reborn.
Each of these lives and births and deaths are transformations involving mixing of numerous souls of life. In a general macro sense these are called circles and cycles. In a smaller general sense, these are called you and me.

The subconscious is born in the first world, the place where the soul breathes air from waters. Today our souls are in a world, the last place called Earth, where we breathe water from air.

During physical sleep we are more able to reorient consciousness (the second mind) with the subconscious (the first mind) so issues can be resolved and we can function with the correct balanced perspective of understandings.
Sleep dreams recreate the sensation of being in a womb where our spirit-soul is free TO BE. Sleep dreams allow us to float in space.
If you don't believe me, find a quiet space where you will not be disturbed by anything. Relax. Breathe. Lay back or lay on your back. Cross your legs at the ankles. Place your hands on your belly or in your lap. Join them if it feels right. Close your eyes and look at the darkness on the back of your eyelids for at least seven to ten minutes.
Your eyelids are the dark screen. Your closed eyes that you use your i-magi-nation to open in the dark, duplicates your spiritual eyes, the seeing sensing ability of your spirit-soul.
If you did not see the moving starlit heavens at night, something is in your way, blocking your innate ability to access the room with the view that helps renew you to the consciousness of existing in harmony with self and all else.

The heavens are a mirror image of your subconscious.
The subconscious and conscious are simply a form of the two truths. They are the hidden and the revealed. Amen & Amenet. The one behind and the one out front. The first step, the second step. The subconscious and conscious are almost like nightlight and daylight; however they are exactly like nightlight and daylight on Earth, when the same portion of Earth experiences continuous cycles of sun, no sun; light, no light, dark, no dark, dormant and active, sleep and wake, such that as a whole, the Earth is always in use of its subconscious state of being and conscious state of being.

This is why sleep dreams occur at night in darkness because most sleep takes place at night, a time when usually it is quieter in the space we are in. These are two of the things that help us access, rather release and disengage from, the conscious mind so it can switch pilot and co-pilot seats with the subconscious.
Thus both the subconscious and conscious take turns being each other and in each other's position. Both are qualified to fly the plane and guide it safely. Both are qualified to help you stay on your spirit-soul's intended course, navigate and problem-solve. This is more efficient when they are working together, as one. They are a double-check redundancy system to question and verify logic. This type of thought process is beat down by the best thought, mind, brain thinkers societies offer for you to consume and assume they are speaking truths best for you.

The reasoning behind fractured evidences in societies, becomes quickly obvious when you perform a Google search using:
1. top authorities on subconscious
2. top authorities on conscious
The AI results provide lists, which in this instance are likely accurate enough, to show that the lists do not meet or merge. This quickly tells you that the Academy of Whores, who pledge allegiance to the frag, is paying people serpent money to teach you to treat the subconscious and conscious as separate sides of a canyon through which clear thinking runs. This is like someone being an expert on the left hemisphere of your brain, but not the right. Or on the right eye, but not the left. Or on the cytoplasm, but not the nucleus. These are examples of the basic fragmentation flaw running rampant and having babies throughout the suboptimal worldview context upon which societies are fundamentally based. This is doubled up on, five times by Maafa Racists. Maafa Racism is a consolidation, under one roof, of all that's wrong in human thinking and behavior. Maafa Racism has codified, systemized and institutionalized all human fallacies.

One of umpteen results is, we are taught to value conscious dreams, dreams of so-called sound well-reasoned thought, based on logic sold and bought.
At the same time we are taught to devalue sleep dreams.
We are further stripped of wholeness thinking by being taught to devalue daydreams, the waking dreams where the mind wanders and drifts from the waking conscious and moves towards the waking subconscious of possibilities more in keeping with our spirit-soul's more optimal journey.

Your willingness and ability to let your first mind, your subconscious, take the lead role, allows you to enter the safe space where spirit-soul is able to clearly communicate your best interests as first things first.
Most of us are only able to sometimes enter this safe room when we are physically asleep.

Briefly speaking, sleep dreams that are called nightmares, are an indication and warning from your spirit-soul that your conscious mind is using a lot of dangerous conflicting logic that is eating you up, chasing you and keeping you stressed out from running and hiding from truths. Nightmares are an indication warning that what you are doing now is far from your primary purpose and secondary purposes. Nightmares are from the mother womb saying you are not living in accordance with the reasons you were brought forth. Your sleep dreams are scary because you waking dreams are filled with horror-ble logic counter to why you were born. You are not living in accordance with the greater gods. Instead, you are living in accordance with what's in the desperate spirit fed head of lesser gods in human form.

Channelvision | Safe-Room Password Is Special$Unity Consciousness #3277

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I have not been to a “party” party in over twenty years. Yet this is a theme in several dreams. So evidently, like all things, the party is a metaphor that should be applied to life, self, existence, goings on among humans and goings on in all other creations, small and large, seen and unseen.

Again, I was at some kind of party and not feeling safe. I think I had been drugged.
There was one person there I could trust.
He found a guy who must have known one of the owners of the house. This guy was Adam Rodriguez from CSI: Miami & Criminal Minds.
He put me and my friend in an upper room that could be locked with an inside keypad on the wall. The room was small, dark and a candle emitting soft white light similar to the moon. There was also a place to lay down and rest or sleep and a place to sit and keep watch.
As Adam was leaving, he reminded us to not leave the room with the candle burning, because we could burn down the house.
He also said, don't forget the password is special$, otherwise you won't be able to get out.

The Upper Room As An Attic

AM signifies belonging to, and is the place, Paradise, Eden and circle of transformation (Khepr) and renewal in time, the circle without beginning or end, thus eternal. This is the northern circumpolar circle also name Khepr-Am (Hebrew: Aulam, Avlam, Gvlam, Khevelam). Khepra is also Khevla. This, added to Ruru as one of constellations in Khepr-Am, leads to word Kevlar. More transformations are arriving soon in order to deal with all forms of weapons of the outgoing rulership.

Khep is to transform, generate, create, cause to exist. One symbol of this process of transformation was the sloughing shedding serpent, Hef (Hefa), the serpent of life, personified as Heh-T, the feminine Heh, with the serpent’s head.
The eternal circle and circle-maker is a Heh, is a Hoh or Aye, because one cycle of time transformed into another, thus periodically renewed. Word renewed from Rennut. The circle, Heh, is one symbol. The serpent, Heh, is another. The seal-ring, Khet, is another. The beetle, Khepr, is a fourth symbol of eternal periodic renewal.

Heh from Keh from Kefa from Khefa, is the circle of Hefa (Kefa, Jehovah), Ursa Major, the Ancient of Days who formed the first circle of time.
In the JCM Bible of Believables, “Ancient of Days” refers to Tekh and Tekhi (Egyptian), the circle of the moon. AT from Khat, is the circle of time, the straight rule, straight knife, straight path by which to measure. Hek (or Ak) from Heh from Khefa and Khet, signifies rule and the ruler of the circle.
Khat-Tekh (Egyptian) from Khat-Thik (Egyptian) becomes Attiq (Hebrew), the measurer of time by the moon and calculator, distributor, counter of stars, and recorder of other cycles of time as they relate to the moon, self, the Khepr.
The first one to do this was Big Momma Ursa Major as Kheft as Khef-T as Hef-T as Hefty as Kheft-Ak, Khet-Ak, or Kat-Ak, which can also lead to Attiq, but as the soul of life who measures time by Ursa Major, self, the Khepr.

The upper room is indicative of the Great Year as reckoned by the northern circumpolar constellations and verified by, and based on moon cycles.

Heh-T + Aye has a likely connection to word Haiti.
Heh as Hoh becomes O in English. Thus the earlier order of vowels is I, U, E, O, A.
Heave Ho is a form of Ursa Major as the serpent mother who heaves in giving birth to seven stars representing the elemental souls of life. Also the serpent who gets rid of skin, thus gives it the Old Heave Ho. Word Heave from Khefa, thus Heave Ho is Khefa Hoh

There was a time when, at a party, people would shout, Heh Hoh!

Special$

The dollar sign is a symbol of the serpent is a symbol of time and transformation and all things the serpent means. This is one reason why the value of money is always changing by maniacal manipulators. Because the dollar sign only has one intersecting line, it represents one truth tied to the polar serpent, who is also changing. The serpent is a symbol of menstruation, gestation, maternity, heaving, reproduction, puberty and shedding, resurrection, renewal, eternal, life, death, destruction and each of the seven elementals. Souls of life are going through changes. The Serpent is Hef is Khefa is Khepera is Kepheus is all cycles. And if all cycles are changing, why wouldn't climate?

Now comes the Special$ from each of the four corners of galaxy, solar system and earth.

Whether you mark these words with deceit or mock these words with disbelief, they are words that have come to pass and are coming to pass again. The form is less important than the power of transformation they contain to create and transform the Safe Room to help protect you from parties going on and their goings on in the big house. I have prepared a place for you, each and every one of you. . Word Safe from Sefa from Kefa. Kepha and Kep have already come out of safe-rooms at Kep-En-Terius.

Channelvision | Bunk That & Eat It!Unity Consciousness #3276

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The week of thankfully disturbing dreams continues.

I was with a bunch of them people in a dysfunctional community called a workplace. One of guys was being teased about not being able to get any dates with the opposite sex. See what I mean? It was supposed he needed help to be set up on a date.

At that moment, like a well-oiled scene shifting machine, the elevator door quietly slid open.
Under lighting, music in our heads and perfect timing, out popped two sweet-looking syrupy juicy fruit tarts asking for the guy being mocked.
We were all shocked, and realized, that for the longest of days, we had been perfectly played.

The girls said they were there to take him to lunch, something which, in that workplace, had many meanings and no time limit.

There was no time for reason to set in.
So as not to be outdone, the virility in my gun shot through my tongue. I said, “Wait just a gosh darn minute!” Not really. That's what I wish I had said. I had a synaptic misfire.
Instead, still wrong-footed with the wrong head, I said, “Wait a minute,” as I grabbed one of them by the arm, pitting magic spell against magic charm, “One of you can come with me.”

An inspirational sensational synchronized double twist shimmy each, under powder blue come hither dresses, created a ripple effect. Lo and behold, as if a giant party popper had opened, an all out gimme-some-of-that-love-shack office party ensued. It was catered by the nearest in-an-instant liquor store and with endless food that each person brought from home and now pulled the food out from hidden places.

The party was going on right here, right now, a celebration to talk about for years. The party was going on in every office throughout the entire building. Party in a hate-my-job jail cell, might as well! Fun was to be had by all.

The vixens with the fixings had disappeared, merging into everyone's sheer ecstasy, joy, elation, happiness and satisfaction of living a good life. As lifetimes of general fun, in a short span of time, slowed to a trickle, a few giggles, and not so intoxicating pantomimed grins and wiggles, it was time for the after-party. In this fun-house drama, you didn't have to go home, you could stay all night long. So the after-party ramped up, right there on the spot.

The gist of the after-party was for everyone to get in a group and walk around the office and find food that had been dropped on the floor. Not stepped on, but just lying there as the usual mess from a gorge fest of human zombies.
Whoever picked the food up first had the opportunity to tear off a piece and choose who they wanted to eat it. When the chosen-to-be-the-consumer was handed the food, of course, they looked at it suspiciously.
Activated by that obligatory facial cue, the crowd shouted, Bunk That And Eat It! And so the person did, the crowd cheered and laughed because they were having big fun.

And so the crowd went, like rats and roaches looking for food on the floor to get others to consume. We found halves of boiled eggs that were not deviled but bedeviling. There were lots of finger foods such as bread and i-hope-its-not-an unstable-isotope jam sandwiches, most of which the home cook spread too thickly, that when a single bite was swallowed, a poison arrow went through the brain. It was enough to keep us entertained by the aftereffect conniptions.

The party was like a crawling freight train going nowhere except like a virus, carried back to each person's home depot where they could relax and cherish the day. With this culmination in mind, everyone at the party made their way towards one big elevator that was the only way down and out, despite there being several to create the feeling of bringing you up and in.

The party was legendary. It was talked about in the infirmary for thousands of years long after the particle sediments had blended with more of the same. At that point, none of those souls were laughing.
I thank whatever Gods may be, that at least one of them had my back and kept me in their emergency contact list.

Black folks somewhere have experienced one of ourselves dropping something and going through a ritual no matter how briefly, such as, apply a few seconds rule, blow on it, give it a few swipes with the hand, a knife, piece of clothing or other cloth, pinch off a portion, use water, kiss it up to God, throw a prayer up to God, don't wait for the answer, turn around, sing Jame Brown and then throw it down, basically saying Bunk That and keep on using and consuming dangerous logic.

In those painted on dresses, cut for maximum peek-a-boo effect, obviously those girls were two sirens from around the way of the mountain when she comes, who found their way to the America's. These twin ambassadors of avarice, Jerusalem and Samaria, have had many names. You can be certain America and Herallycia are their current names.

Mami Wata Sirene Oshun is rising to reset the table for the occasion. The feast of souls for souls, is being placed in serving dishes all around the table. Do not be found consuming the wrong things brought to you by the wrong people, the people who wrong you. Be careful now, about who you consume and what you eat. They are coming for your soul because these eaters of millions have eaten everything and your soul is the only worthwhile thing left.

You know who, will consume anything, eat and drink anything, as long as they can figure out a way to catch it, prepare it and not die instantly from it. You know this behavior had to come out of an Ice Box incubator and bassinet.

The best thing about dreams through channelvision is that they are an early warning to those who have been in early preparation to understand dreams and heed them, rather than bludgeon their dreams with mostly ill-formed responses about the meanings of dreams, found on the internet.
Secondly, dreams are fabulous in that they almost always give you an opportunity to wake up and get woke, before your choices get you killed for the thrill of being filled with creamy filling by those softening you up for the killing.

Do not find yourself as one or few among many of them, and think you are having so-called big fun, living good, living the life that will suffice for other's sacrifice, as you bunk that which will secure your salvation.