Meaning: A
female soul is lifted into Heaven!
First I recall a marvelous construction a man made at the entrance to my house. It’s the house at the old farm, the ‘front’ facing the back – the entrance we always used.
He’s constructed 2 sets of pillars, both made of white
marble. One is bigger, more wide-set
like to the side of the house, & the marble posts come together at about
10’ up with maybe golden rings or some sort of metal rings, one dark, the other
might be gold, & then more marble
going up about 5’ or so. At one pillar,
me facing it, to the left, there’s a slight ‘crack’ so to speak where the two
pieces do not stand together perfectly straight. But in spite of it, it holds up well.
The second set of pillars is to the right & left of the
door, taller than it, look the same as the huge pillars only smaller &
thinner. Now the house itself, the
façade of it is not elegant as the pillars, the windows show a lot of clutter like it’s a store & there’s all kinds of things like showing this or that, {will see below, the meaning of this. It's because of Purgatory-where I enter will be Purgatory, very cluttered, & this is a PORTAL to it-the pain in my legs & arms facilitates it} although I don’t see any lettering or images, just sense it’s there. But the pillars are impressive. I say to the man, standing to my left,
“You’ve made my house look like a hotel!”
And I think of the facades of great hotels & some posh
restaurants that have ornaments like this, that forebode a place of high
quality.
*{the PILLARS are my sets of legs & arms, the big ones legs the smaller arms. They all hurt. One of the legs has an injury. But this is showing me that God intended me to suffer this way & it foretells a PORTAL to Purgatory! {Not sure if it’s for all time or this time} My small suffering is not in vain, recently I did specifically offer it for the Purgatorial Souls, & this shows me through this portal of suffering, I am helping them & specifically, it will portray one female soul delivered!}*
Now I go on a journey.
It’s a place of many ‘levels’ as the inhabitants have been afflicted by
a great sickness & the whole population is divided into sections where the
sickest have their quarters, while others have different ones.
I visit the worst one & these people have on garments in
sections & these sections tell you which parts of them you cannot touch as
they have a contagious disease – like some bad virus or bacteria touched them
& it’s contagious, that’s why they are cordoned off like this. I visit for a while – get friendly with one
lady - then go elsewhere.
The next section I visit I have put on my favorite dress,
extremely beautiful – have never worn it before. It’s see-through festooned with rhinestones
& you can see my breasts with a pushup bra, very glamorous – been planning
to wear it for a podcast.
As soon as I enter a tall black man grabs me with glee,
astonishment at my beauty, & carries me through the crowd. I wonder how he has the strength, as he
carries me with no effort.
This exchange goes on for a while. Then I’m here & there.
I
see a strange game. A female is on top
of this layer of pink solid balls like balloons but they’re solid. She’s standing at the top of this incline
covered with these – like a 90 degree structure. At the bottom is a man, & the game
they’re playing is tossing something back& forth to show strength, &
she is ready to hit him a whopper somehow like hitting a baseball. She’s about to demonstrate she can win this
game.
After
a while I must leave, but the lady I visited moved out of that bad level she
was on & I had placed a large box with my clothes on it, including that
gorgeous dress, & I would like to have it back. If I can’t have the whole box, the dress will
do. I make inquiries but they tell me
she has moved. Then someone says,
“Usually
when they move, they take whatever clothing was there with them.”
I
seem to be not overly upset or excited about this ‘loss’ like it’s OK.
Now
I leave this entire area, which is crowded – it’s tropical, damp, wet, and
cluttered. Overall it’s like a huge mall
where they have brought in all that is necessary to sustain life – very
jumbled, with things, things & more things.
So you walk into this mall & you’re OK as the sickest with the
contagious illness are sectioned off & you don’t have to go there &
catch what they have.
Finally
I leave & not soon enough, it’s time for a break, a rest. I’m standing in the reception of a
hotel. It’s like I’m now a tourist, not
one of the ‘inmates’ at that tropical place, I foresee some rest & comfort
– but I am concerned if it’s expensive.
The
air here is like the warm, moist, air of a morning after a cool night – clean,
fresh air pushing away the cold & damp.
A
receptionist is sitting in front of me inside a walled in space, the walls are
low, only abut 3-4’, - everything in this room is painted light colors; the walls
are all windows looking into the place I came from. I tell the lady about where I was – but a fear
comes over me that she doesn’t approve of the place & looks down at the
people so I stifle myself. She is
talking but I have trouble hearing her & keep asking her to repeat &
bend toward her.
Finally
she gives me a slip of paper which is ike a key & on it is written ‘12’
which I think is the price – not bad – I thought it was going to be like $97 or
$98. She says,
“I’ve
given her the room by the dock – with the water right in front.
This
makes me feel promise – it should be pleasant.
But we are higher up; I walk through the halls & wonder if I have to
take a stairs or elevator down which I see before me. I imagine how nice this room will be, but
something awakens me.
MEANING:
*{The
miserable, uncomfortable, cluttered place is Purgatory, where I visit the Souls
to their benefit & ONE LADY GETS RELEASED! The SYMBOL is the DRESS which is my MANTLE OF LIGHT THAT SHE ASCENDS WITH. The second spot, where I go to REST – the hotel – is the place of God
with Angels in attendance. When I
describe the state of the Purgatorial Souls the Angel disapproves as it’s all
about their sins.
There
are different levels of Purgatory – the one cordoned off is especially bad
& that is where I got the lady out of.
Me wearing the wonderful dress is the Light or mantle of Light I have on
as I enter, & one of the members who is not too low is ecstatic to see me,
so happy, as I am the Light entering their darkness.
Then
me leaving the box of clothing with this dress, & the lady MOVED & took
my clothing with her & I’m not upset – is I GAVE her my Mantle or Light,
& she ascended into Heaven with it - that’s why she moved!
And
that’s why God rewards me with a vacation, entering a serene, clean &
lovely place, & an Angel gives me a good room in front of the Sea – the harbor
of Heaven – Water means Grace, & the Sea is a Sea of Grace or lots of it.
The
clutter in the main part of Purgatory is probably the
Don’t have time & energy to handle all the symbols today.}*
Below: Look how THIN I was in 1972 - & I have gotten just as thin right now & my body looks just like that!
Dream
yesterday - Was too tired to type it out.
The
bad ride, the fear about being accused regarding two young girls.
I
was taken on a trip somewhere with two girls, one being abut 7, the other not
sure how od but a few years older.
We
get to a cub where the girls want to perform.
The 7 year od gets on the stage & I’m suddenly filled with fear
she’s going to show udity & I quickly get her off the stage & ask the
man who drove us to take her home.
We
do need to get home but for some reason we must go through this
experience. Now the older girl wants to
get on stage & perform & I’m also uncertain of her showing nudity &
she’s too young for that. It is I who am
supposed to perform to make our monye to get back home – we need a good chunk
for cab fare.
I do
have a costume, a light green velvet long dress, maybe a boa of some sort. And although I don’t show nudity, I do
somersaults & that seems to impress the crowd – so maybe they’ll pay me
& we can get a cab home.
Then
I hold the young lady in my arms as if she were an infant – she’s shrunk to
that size. I’m protecting her. I ask a man outside if he can drive us home –
a cab driver, but I don’t see his car, just the man standing there wearing a
shiny dark blue/grey suit & he seems to turn into someone unusual &
handsome.
He
looks at me & sees something.
There’s an image like a vision on my chest of a lady’s foot from above
the ankle down, bathed in gold light.
This is above the child I hold.
At the lower part of the ankle is a jewelry chain & I see another
chain, in vision, below my waist, grey metal, as if to show I am forced to do
something or be in this position, & the man sees it, - & because of
this he will drive us home.
My
fear of being accused of leading these two girls astray is so strong, that as
I’m waking up I feel it - so real. I
will be accused. But once I wake up,
there’s nothing to fear, it was all in my mind.
MEANING:
*{This
is me fearing the world will think I’m leading young, innocent girls astray by inspiring
or encouraging them to be in the adult trade – strippers – show their nude
bodies - because I’m setting an example
being in it & also saying sex is not a sin.
But I am very cautious abut protecting the innocent.
One
who is innocent & young I have sent home – home is safety & comfort –
saying certain women should not enter the adult trade just because I was in it
– I HAD to be in it, as symbols will indicate.
The
second female also wants to be like me but I tell her I am the one who had to
do all this – not they. No other female
could have been the ‘Stripper for God,’ – I was the only one in history & I
could do things other women could not.
In
the end I am seeking a ‘ride home’ which is as I said a place of comfort &
safety – home is where the heart is - home is our Vahalla or Heaven. And this man turns out to be a Celestial –
Saint or Angel, who understands I want to protect innocent women, not see them
hurt. He sees my HEART & the Golden
Light is LOVE, while the chain off my ankle is what I had to do for Love –
which I did for loving God. He understands & will help. And the other chain was my doing the hard
thing, like Jesus did, but it was the Will of God.}*
About
a week ago I dreamed this – could not
write things down due to exhaustion which I think was from dehydration.
Dreamed
of a man being a terrible driver & he drove over a child. But upon closer inspection, it’s an animal
& he was using a handheld lawn mower.
This animal is golden, he ran over it & it’s all mangled & in
horrible pain. I approach it & at
first there is nothing but pain & anguish, but it turns into a wonderful
love - something happens to cure this
animal of its pain & he is enveloped in love & I think ascends into Heaven
this way.
MEANING:
*{Prayed
a lot for animals last night & this seems t be the result. Apparently I reached a small animal in its
agony of being chewed up by a lawn mower, & it was joined to God &
entered into the Light of God peacefully.}*
From
memory dream of
I
was with friends on a very straight highway with open vistas all around &
occasional low buildings here & there – businesses. We’ve been moving this way for a while &
there’s a feeling of getting somewhere.
Suddenly
the highway changes & it’s disaster.
The road turns into round lumps, some of which converge into each other
– looking back it’s like molars in your mouth but not even ones, the round
parts – some bigger, some smaller. They
are abut 10’ or so in length, most of them, & it’s like several of these
come up, & some have holes in them & labyrinths, in fact, my 2
companions, could be a lady & her child, are lost inside one of these huge
‘molars’ & trying to get out & it’s difficult. I call to them,
“Look
to your left, the sea is there, go in that direction to get out.”
This
‘road’ is IMPOSSIBLE to get anywhere on.
{end}
MEANING:
*{the
mystery was solved when I realized this ‘road’ was made of bad molars. Teeth, especially the molars {“wisdom teeth},
represent wisdom & the day before - this a person I’ve worked with for
years told me for the first time that he is an ATHEIST {in so many words.} He told me his belief that when we die, there
is nothing.
This
represents us going on a good road to God but then I find out he is on a BAD
ROAD of faulty thinking & I know he will get NOWHERE with this. It will be impossible for him to succeed
spiritually this way.}*
There’s
a lady I speak to regularly – it’s supposed to be on religion but it’s
deteriorated to too much chat before the religious part. She really wants to talk & sucks me in -
I have a problem in this area as I’m a big talker & last convo I broke the
rules & spoke way too much – it seemed compulsive. {I have entered the hermit state – supposed
to – isolation, no secular stuff – no reminder of the world & the flesh
& as much as possible – silence.}
This
nightmare explains why & because of it I have ended our chats & told
her so.
Dream: I’m in a room with this lady & her
husband & we’re all sitting close, she to my left & he to hers, they’re
facing me at an angle. He’s speaking of
being upset because he was not present when his Mom died. I then give a long talk about how God
compensates us for our losses, like when people cheated me out of money when I
was young, God made up for it in my later years, enriching me. I am giving other examples when the lady
stands up right in the middle & is leaving with him. {She is dressed in
ordinary clothes, a skirt, top & maybe vest or over sweater & glasses,
looks very ordinary, not thin, not fat, full bodied.} I tell her,
“That’s
rude of you to do that, leaving right in the middle of my speaking.”
Suddenly
I’m in a room lying on a bed on my back & she’s standing to my left at the
side of the bed & doing an experiment which it seems I agreed to, at the
beginning. She’s injected me with some
sort of drug. But after the injection I
tell her,
“I
don’t want to do this. – changed my mind.”
But
since I am slightly under the effect of the drug {a bit groggy or disoriented}
she injects me a second time, on purpose.
As she wants control over me, wants me this way, AGAINST MY WILL!
Now
I am really concerned as I feel the effect on my mind & it’s bad. There’s a child on the bed to my right, I
look at her to see if she can help but she can’t. She’s powerless.
I
see the lady poised, with the needle in her left hand, but it isn’t a sharp
needle. It’s a metal very thin rod like
inside a pen or something, it has no point, but it contains that drug, & my
fear is if she stabs me with it again I’m a goner. And it’s then I notice there’s a rope around
my ankles! She did this somehow ahead of
time so I could not run away!
I
call out ‘Jesus! Jesus!’ & it comes
out slurry the way a drunk would talk – almost incoherent & unable to
pronounce his name right.
This
was terrifying as I felt so helpless. And she wanted me helpless.
MEANING:
*{Without
a doubt it was my last conversation with this lady which was against the rules but somehow I got
pulled in. This explains that she
injects or possesses me with some kind of BAD SPIRIT – which I don’t want but
she wants me to keep talking to her & if I have this spirit – let’s give it
a name – GOSSIP – then she’s satisfied.
Originally
I agreed to speak to her regarding religious matters on a regular basis, but it
deteriorated as I said. But she wants
this – I don’t & I’m telling her I want out. When she sees that I don’t want this type
convo she injects me with more of this bad spirit somehow – against my will – I
don’t know how she does it but she’s good at it – a master of gab - Many years of practice by being in the server
trade.
The
only way I can safely end this & remain a hermit is NO convos on anything –
I told her so. That should be that.
I
did pray to St. Patrick who originally suggested we start taking on religion
& asked him what to do, & he said,
“The nightmare tells you all.”}* {end}
This one came out excellent and I will be sure to share it. Very interesting overall. Keep up the great work 😊
ReplyDeleteBest wishes,
Pete
(And lots of cute fuzzies as well, of course 😊)
ReplyDeletethanks for being here Pete!!!
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