Shamanic Journey in Tilden Park
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Category: Life

Shamanic Journey 1/18/08 In Tilden Park

Two weeks ago I acquired a unique cathedral crystal that fits perfectly in the palm of my hand. It has a very interesting color that varies from yellow to brown to black as if it is a cross between Citrine and Smoky Quartz. When I placed it in the palm of my hand it immediately told me it wanted to take me for a hike up a hill in the woods.

Last Saturday we were driving back from the Marin Bay Model Concert and decided to detour along the back roads through Tilden Park on the way back to Orinda. At one point as we were driving, I saw the very hillside in my vision where the crystal wanted to take me.

This morning I meditated and practiced Yoga for a long while. I worked up a great internal heat and freed my mind to allow my higher self to guide my body through various poses to release tension and activate weakened muscles while laying in Samadhi.

This was nothing new, as I've discovered the higher wisdom of my body's ability to communicate to me how to move and position it to release through the nervous system and have been using this technique to bring myself back into alignment since last May. What caught my attention was that immediately after showering and sitting down at my computer both my feet and hands became extremely cold and numb. My body was clearly telling me it wanted me outside in the beautiful sunshine.

I decided it was time to take my new crystal friend for a walk. I asked my friend Barry to accompany me, who was more than eager to get out of the house to get some exercise. We arrived at the hillside of my vision and began to hike. It was not a proper trail, but I knew we had to climb it. About half way up the hill we encountered a deer path and followed it to a clearing where the gracious sun warmed our bodies. I held the crystal up to the sunlight and looked inside it for the first time. It was virtually clear and glowed a warm amber color in the light.

Next to us was a sad pine tree. Its twin trunk had been cut down and it's branches all reached out into the empty space where its friends used to be. The stumps were all freshly cut. The trees must have been damaged in the strong winds and stormy weather for which I was absent earlier this year.

I stood upon the twin trunk with the crystal in my left hand and my right hand touching the sad tree. I brought cosmic force of love and light through the crystal and through my body into the tree. I sent the tree great love and asked it to cheer up.

The tree responded wonderfully and said it wanted to give me a gift. I humbly said I wasn't helping it for anything in return. Yet, as I stepped down from the stump I noticed an immaculately shaped branch ornamented with pine cones that had begun to be bleached dry by the sun.

I picked it up and shook off the loose pine needles and twigs. In my hand I felt this branch transform into a powerful staff, fit for a shaman. My hand fit perfectly around a part of the shaft that felt as if it was made exactly for someone my height. I graciously accepted this most beautiful gift I have yet received from a nature being. We then continued on our journey up the hillside.

By now the sound of the wind through the Eucalyptus Trees added dramatic and dynamic accents to the quest. At times it would mimic the sound of a powerful waterfall, bewitching me to believe one ran its course through the hillside.

As I looked up to witness the tallest bows quiver, I spotted a black hawk hovering in the sky. I smiled in acknowledgement of its company and followed its lead toward the summit of the hill.

During this pause, I noticed a Lady Bug perched on my staff. My heart was filled with joy as I realized it has been many a season since I was greeted by one of these totems of love. Indeed, Lady Bug is a powerful totem who has appeared to me at very significant times throughout my life. I graciously honored the company of Lady Bug as I continued my journey.

I came across a broken deer skull on the side of the trail. It was very old and bleached white by the sun. Suddenly the energy of my surroundings became much more intense, as I beheld the power of life and death at that particular crossroads of time.

The trail led me to a clearing along which a paved road ran. I recognized this as the road leading to the Berkeley Hills Water Shed. I looked down at the marvelous crystal in my hand in wonderment, and my heart soared as I recognized it was no coincidence I was led there.

The only other time I have been in Tilden Park was back in the early part of June. I came one day on a whim, wanting to explore what nature the park with my surname had to offer. My experiences that day were profound. Curiously, I can find no record of having written them in my journals. Perhaps that is because the story was not yet complete…

To quickly summarize my experience that day, I was first led to an area of the park where a whole section of trees had been chopped down. As I walked along the barren path paved with wood chippings I came to a vista that looked out to another hilltop. I was instinctively drawn to that distant peak and chose it for my true destination that day.

Before leaving the deforested vista, I meditated by a curious ring of toadstools that was poking up through the wood chips. I unwrapped my Twin Smoky Quartz Cathedrals that I had brought along (I also had Luscio in his pouch strung from my shoulder). I saw with a bit of dismay that a little crystal that had been growing out of the side of one of the twins had broken off.

No sooner did I remorse than the crystal said it wanted to leave its little shard on that hillside. I looked around and my gaze stopped at the only prominent tree cluster left on the hillside. It was a ring of old oaks that was very sad and appeared to be slowly vanishing with time.

I stepped into the center of the ring and was guided to re-activate a portal there which had long been dormant. After performing a small ritual in which I activated the portal, I buried the crystal shard in the center of the ring of trees and began my journey to the distant hilltop that was very strongly calling to me.

The pathway I chose to access the hilltop was a paved road that led up to a watchtower and ranger station by the Berkeley Hills Water Shed. This is the same pathway I came upon after scaling the hillside with my crystal guide on this day, several months later, unknowingly accessing it from the opposite direction.

During my first journey to the sacred hilltop I was battling, facing, and releasing many forms of fear. After courageously persevering along the pathways I arrived at my final destination for that day, the highest summit along the path.

There I found a seat formed of ancient stones jutting up from the ground at the highest point. I sat in meditation with Luscio at my side, (Luscio is the first Lemurian Seed Crystal that I befriended. He has been my companion for a year now, ever since the day he literally cried out for me to take him home from a Crystal Fair at the San Francisco Fort Mason Center) amplifying the rays of sunlight with his mystical energy and sending them in my direction.

That day was the first day I consciously connected to the energies of Lemuria. Lemuria is said to have been the first landmass on Earth that was home to the newly created Human Race, born of a union between Cosmic Star Beings and the indigenous primitive Neanderthals. It was located in the Pacific Ocean and there is strong reason to believe the Hawaiian Islands are the remaining mountaintops of the ancient continent.

For some currently unknown reason Lemuria sank, having been split in two. Both the coast of California and Australia have very strong Lemurian Energies, and I know instinctively that those ancient stones I was sitting on were once part of that ancient land mass sundered long ago.

While I was in meditation I also sent my first sincere prayer to the unseen higher forces of the universe to heal my physical body. My prayer was answered as I felt a powerful force stream down through my crown chakra. It literally shook my whole body as I sat in lotus position. I remember thinking my neck would snap if the shaking grew any more intense. Backward and forward my spine was propelled, over and over again, as I felt a huge pressure rise up from my mid torso to my neck, where it dispersed itself after more and a few vertebrae snapped into alignment.

It was an awesome experience. I sat in silence and stillness for a long while as the force slowly waned and finally stopped flowing into me. Then I asked for a message. Something that would help me along my true journey. "Look up" was all I heard. I thought that was a pretty silly thing to hear after such a profound experience. But several months later, I have now understood the wisdom in those two simple words and only begun to explore the possibilities that simple command generates.

After emerging from that meditative experience, the winds began to change their energy ushering me to return home, as the sun began its descent to the horizon. The path, I noticed, continued to an as of yet, unseen destination. I knew that I would return one day to follow it to its true end.

Now, today, I stood again at the beginning of the path to that very sacred spot. I placed the staff at the side of the path, as one places ones belongings at the threshold of the final steps of one's pilgrimage, and I set foot to discover the rest of the Lemurian mysteries of Tilden Park.

As I reached the first clearing, I was greeted by Black Hawk again, assuring me that I was following my higher soul guidance. I removed my shirts and tied them around my waist so as to offer my skin to the sun's warm and magnificent energy. I had a past life flash recall of wearing a grass and palm frond waist cloth embarking upon a similar ritualistic journey during some long ago tribal era.

I reached the summit and felt something on my back. Lo! It was the Lady Bug, having accompanied me all that way! Blessings were bestowed as Lady Bug said farewell, fluttering into the lighted wind.

I sat in the ancient seat and beheld the magnificent view of San Francisco Bay. The haze and lighting made the seascape appear awashed with glowing silver and white. The slender silhouettes of the city buildings and bridge towers appeared as abstract shapes in the magical light. The distant hills of South San Francisco rising up in a subtle purple mist like landscapes in a dream. It is truly a breathtaking sight.

I stood with my crystal guide raised to the sun in the direction of Hawai'i, and together, we began to perform a ritual of light and sound awakening the ancient powers of Lemuria, willing them to rise again. I began chanting long, drawn out syllables. When I was on the penultimate syllable I realized I had superconsciously sang "Le-Mu-Ri-A" backwards. I followed that invocation with a chant in my Shamanic Soul Language.

During this chant I heard the hawk contribute its voice too, as well a some other birds who were nested very close to where I was performing the ritual. I also felt a strong, yet soft energy of a being standing very close to my right side. A soul-sister visiting from another dimension to participate as well.

At one point I was guided to hold the crystal at my Solar Plexus. Immediately I began to feel throbbing all throughout my torso. In this position I sent waves of energy out along the grids of the Earth to infuse more love, light, truth, and manifestation throughout the dimensions of this celestial sphere. I also received downloads of information that I do not have conscious access to yet.

I firmly stated my name, "Alombria, King of Jewels," and felt the stirring of deep and ancient knowledge and wisdom within me in response to the embrace of multi-dimensional identity.

Later on I remembered having had a vision of a crystal emerging from my solar plexus during a meditation. When I returned home I found this entry in my journal with a drawing of the crystal:

7/13/07 Friday the 13th

In my morning meditation I felt a giant citrine crystal form on my Heart Chakra and begin to slowly turn. It had six faces all leading to a point. It sent out strands of yellow/gold light out into the world like a fisherman casting several lines at once. I felt them connect far off in the distance…

I checked my calendar, and that meditation occurred exactly six months to the weekday ago! The entry mentioned my heart chakra, but the drawing shows the crystal over my Solar Plexus, just like I was holding it today. I take this as proof that I can see into the future, even if I am unable to understand what I am seeing at the time!

After I completed the Awakening Ritual for Lemuria, I was given a message that during a past life as a knight, I had died from a portcullis falling and piercing through me during a siege on a feudal castle in Medieval England. Upon acknowledgement of that death I felt a release of tension in my lower back.

Now, it was time to continue my journey along the path I had not explored during my previous visit to this site. I turned to the South East and was greeting by a stunning view of Mount Diablo, the slumbering fiery giant that constantly calls my name, but that I have yet to visit.

As I followed the path down the other side of the hill I could see a third hill, hidden from my view at the summit. My feet escorted me effortlessly along the winding, rocky, brush-laden path as if being guided by an unseen force.

I arrived at the third, lesser, yet final summit, and circumambulated a cluster of densely growing trees to behold the view. I said some silent prayers to Mount Diablo, and turned my attention to the glen of trees that beckoned me to enter.

As I crossed the threshold into the protective umbrella of low hanging branches it was as if I stepped into another world. I felt as though I had at long last found my "spot." I had a sacred spot in Massachusetts on a mountainside by a waterfall in Leverett that I often went to when I needed the solitude and rejuvenation of nature. Up until today, I have missed having a similar spot here on the West Coast to do the same.

The throng of trees in the center of this hilltop glade called me closer to them. As I neared, my whole head and neck began to tingle very strongly. I knew then, that this spot is also a Six Point System, a White Time Portal that connects this planet with all other celestial bodies, and with the Cosmic Force of Creation.

In the very center of the ring of trees was a perfect spot to sit in meditation. I positioned myself there and right in front my eyes I beheld my second gift from nature today, a wand made of an amazingly zig-zagged branch that was placed in a multi-tiered nook formed by other branches that looked to be created specifically to house this wand. I cannot begin to describe what an incredible fit it is!

I took the wand in my hand and placed my crystal guide on the soft grassy ground next to me and meditated. I got the message to leave the crystal there in a safe place to let it charge, do some work that it needs to do, and gather the energy of that sacred power spot.

I knew exactly where to leave it, a place that had already been prepared for this purpose.
I placed the crystal in its place and created a protective field of energy by chanting some more Soul Language and demarcating the sacred space with the wand.

In doing so, my feet led me to emerge from the opposite side of the grove, greeted once again by the magnificent sun. I turned around, and sealed the energy field. My work today was done.

As if in agreement, the wind instantly picked up, with the clear message it was time to depart. I returned along the path, finding it difficult the locate. Several times I wandered into dead ends. This was a message to stay focused and not stray from my true path. No sooner did I acknowledge this message, that I found the clear path and didn't stray from it again.

As I again passed along the first clearing, Black Hawk once more greeted me with his presence. This time he was heading back in the direction of home. My journey was almost complete.

As I crossed back over the threshold, I returned the staff to my left hand, carrying the wand in my right. It was a long, but peaceful walk back to the car. I was able to recount my adventures to my traveling companion who had accompanied me all the way to the threshold, and who had rejoined me upon my return.

The sun, hanging low in the sky, was a constant warm and loving presence as this magical day-trip drew to a close. I must marvel once again at the beautiful and cosmically ironic "coincidence" that I should find myself living outside, and find such deep affinity within a park that shares my same name. It is great to know that the great creator carries such a fine sense of humor!

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Dreams: The dragon-lord
Current mood: artistic
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

Dreams: 11/24/07
Tibetian Rehab and the Dragon Prison Master

I was being held captive in a storage unit at a military base. I saw out the window that my ally, Condolisa (a very strangely proportioned black woman who moved as if perpetually stuck in an African dance ritual) had just snuck in on a passing freight train. She entered the building I was in and I had her kick a jar of peanut butter under the barred door they had me locked behind. I then picked up the jar and tossed it over to the door's control panel. I missed, but in my frustration I grabbed the bars and lifted, effectively dislodging the door from the hinges and freeing myself.

Then we made our way to the garage where my mom's red convertible was being kept. I opened the garage door and we saw many soldiers at the end of the driveway laughing and playing amongst themselves by their van. I told Condolisa to just act casual and they wouldn't notice us. We did, and drove away without getting a single glance in our direction.

We drove for a while into a city parking garage. Then we dismounted and began a long walk through mazes of escalators, stairways and elevators, carrying body transporters that looked like boogie boards with wheels fastened to them so as to function on train tracks.

By now, Condolisa had become a young woman with long radiant blonde hair. We made our way to the train station, but got separated in the mazes of underground shopping mall. I found my way to the train station and waited on the boarding platform. I recognized several other people (from my high school ?) there. One of them, Michael, came up to me all excited to see me. I noticed he was a humanoid. He said they were taking his friend into rehab. I asked what kind of rehab, and he said "Tibetian Rehab." We are going to show him his past lives so he can learn from them.

By now, the train was approaching the platform and my blonde traveling companion had not found her way yet, so I said good-bye to the people and went back out into the station to look for her. As I did this, an Asian man closed the exit to the station and began shutting the lights off. I hurried back to the station platform, but he had just closed that door too. The station was closing and that was the last train. [I wonder what would have happened if I boarded the train?]

The man almost locked me inside the passageway had I not shouted for him to let me out. I then speedily ran through the corridors and escalators back through the maze-like complex looking for a way out.

Then I entered a dungeon room. At first I saw it as two cages with prisoners hanging in them dangling over a bottomless pit with a soft orange glow coming from below. But then it changed to a room with a stone floor and a raised square opening to a smaller bottomless pit with a cage structure over it and a single prisoner, the king, dangling from a bungee rope into the pit. Perched atop the structure was the evil dragon-lord in humanoid form.

I began to strategize how to rescue the king from the dragon lord. I started talking to the dragon-lord as if playing a game of verbal chess. Then an ally appeared, a bald strong muscle man, coming to my aid. Still I had no plan so we ought time with idle talk. Then the high door opened up and a beautiful light poured in and my heart was raised for it was Wendy, my young blonde traveling companion.

I then had a plan. If we could distract the dragon-lord I would be able to cut the king loose. I whispered in each of my ally's ears in turn the plan. The dragon-lord looked suspicious. Then I loudly walked about the room giving orders for people to take their positions obviously prepairing the room for battle. Then I picked up a spoon from a bowl of gruel on the floor and noticed in a split second that the king was out of the pit, and sitting at a computer desk across the room. I raised up the spoon and in one strong blow severed the chord that ran along the floor attaching the king to his prison. Then I shouted for everyone to flee!

The dragon-king was so shocked with my sudden and unexpected gesture that we actually had time to escape. We emerged in a semi-rural area and began bounding away toward our home through the land while a thunder storm brewed overhead, all the while glancing furtively into the sky to see if the dragon-lord was pursuing us.

We passed a tree where I saw my magic pogo stick leaning and I remembered I left the car and didn't have the sword.

We made it to the back door of my parents' house and as I opened it up, my three companions fled in terror, for the dragon-lord was already there sitting on the toilet in the little bathroom. I slammed the door back on his face as he tried to lunge at me. Then I drew my sword and as he laughed insidiously I stabbed and stabbed at his ribcage, tried to sever his head off, and dismembered his legs from the knees down. Still, he didn't die and continued to laugh even as I pulled his bleeding legs outside and watched him thrash in his blood bath through the window.

Then I woke up.

[Last night I meditated with Nuumite before going to sleep with the intention of recovering my darkness and integrating it with my light. This dragon-lord/king dichotomy clearly emulates that process, although I obviously failed to harmoniously integrate the two. I have had other dream themes in the past that worked me closer and closer to integrating parts of my darkness that I finally did integrate, so I consider this a good step in the right direction.

As for my blonde traveling companion, I cannot help but believe that she is an ET guide who shows me places in other worlds (or brings me far enough and then expects me to venture further on my own) because her appearance always accompanies labyrinthine passageways and transport stations.

Condolisa may be a spirit guide ( or some strange fetishization of our Secretary of State). I will never forget seeing the way she moves!]

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Dreams of Epic World Evolution/Destruction
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

Dreams 11/19/07 Epic World Evolution/Destruction

It began with the ending days of a college education. It was a strange system though, monitored by higher beings who set up challenges for us to overcome. I was witness to one such challenge for someone else. He was a tall skinny man that looked like Nick Good. He went wandering into the woods and I followed. There were two young teenage boys playing. He was supposed to keep an eye on them but he didn't. Instead, he wandered toward a storage building and inside met two other men and engaged in sexual activities with them. As an observer, I could not interfere, but watched as the boys, unwatched, began playing with a gun and one of them accidentally shot the other one. Then a helicopter appeared and took them away.

Back at the campus I was standing in a warehouse where the children, along with some other children were all playing in a big vat of raked autumn leaves. The tall man from the woods appeared and I spoke to him about what happened. He was with a shorter man, one of the two from the storage building, and they were now a couple.

He seemed unmoved by the consequences of his decision and steadfast in his choice. Then he and his new partner turned and left.

Meanwhile, infiltrators had rigged a gigantic chord to the biggest tree on campus and were going to tear it down. I flew out to the tree and was able to free the chord from the tree by using it to propel me through the are in the opposite direction. I gathered the chord up and gave it to the investigators. It as a specially designed orange chord that was government issued, and it raised questions about a security breach.

After that event, I returned to the dormitory where I was in charge of making sure everyone cleaned everything out. I found a pile of papers that another man and women were also going through. It was a bunch of mail to the three of us and I took some time to look through it all. We all had received diploma-certificates in dark blue triangular envelopes (like the shape of sports banners) that also contained our next job or assignment. I also came across a note and an envelop asking for donations to our hall monitor. I didn't recognize the name and didn't ever recall meeting her. Her name looked like Gashkenat Latenia or something like that. The note said she was on the 3rd floor, and I though, "why would our 1st floor be monitored by a 3rd floor resident?" [Of course, spiritually, it makes perfect sense] I was also able to clearly see the names of my two classmates on their envelopes [but I am unable to recall them at this time.] They had assignments as administrators in high ranking offices.

As everyone cleared out I said goodbye to many people and began my journey. I approached the edge of the woods again, this time with a small bark canoe that was only as long as my abdomen. I came to the edge of a pond and had to paddle through with my arms in front of me and my legs stretched straight out and held up in the air like I was flying. The waters were very murky with a light tan colored rustry grit quality and I had been told there were alligators in them, hence the strange body position I had to hold while crossing the waters. The water became shallower and shallower as I passed more marshy tufts of growth and then altogether turned into a darker red rust colored mud. I now sat on the canoe and slid down a naturally formed slide, like a pipeline through the wilderness.

* * *

It was now post apocalypse (?). I was part of a band of travellers crossing through a barren rocky terrain. I was toward the rear of the procession and behind me were two other young men helping a wheelchair bound man with an extremely long grey beard. He halted and lifted his left hand which had a golden ring on his pinky finger shaped like a web-like elongated hexagon. He pointed up and we all saw a gigantic predator bird circling above us. Luckily there were a few small clouds in the sky creating patches of shade that were drifting along the ground along the path we were crossing. We all scrambled to stay within those shadowed patches where the bird could not see us until we came to a turn in the path that abutted a steep rocky cliff.

We all quickly hugged the side of the cliff so that the bird would not be able to get us. In this moment of tension when the bird swooped down and slowly scanned the side of the cliff just feet a few feet away from where we were posed in stillness, I was able to observe what my fellow travelers were wearing. The woman next to me had a giant feathered headdress and loosely wrapped cloth around her body held together by a rope tied around her waist. Several people had either golden and bright red-orange colored skin or were wearing colored bodysuits like ballet dancers performing the Firebird Suite. They also had long slender feathers fanning out from their heads.

Suddenly another woman, who reminded me of a waitress at Café Gratitude, began to hyperventilate and uncontrollably draw attention to herself. It sounded like she was gong the die, the way she was heaving her breath. I knew intuitively that this was her higher self at work utilizing her for the highest good, and so I let her continue this ritualistic self-sacrificing.

The bird flew down and transformed into a wretched looking bird-woman with a giant beak and long razor sharp talons. It was about to strike the ecstatic woman when I and another man pounced on it. He grapped it's head and I snapped off it's talon and together we pinned it down and I drove the talon through it's throat just above the fossa jugularis. The bird-creature died instantly and the man and I both began to recite rites and blessings of gratitude for its giving of it's life and body to us. (The meat would feed us for weeks and the body parts be utilized for many things). The other man cut me a quick glance and coldly said, "Who's in charge here anyway?" and stomped away, clearly offended that I would say my own blessings. I let him fume, knowing no one is in charge, but that the key to our survivial is that we are ALL in charge, expressing ourselves fully the way we are meant to.

* * *

A great deal of time had passed. Our band of travelers had found a city to dwell in and civilization began to regroup itself. The woman who baited herself to the giant bird had become somewhat of a high priestess and she and I were lovers. Her name was Lana. The tall skinny man from the woods was not there, but his once-time lover was and he was an important figure in the community as well and had taken another man as his lover. We all lived in a communal living complex. It felt subterranean to me, or perhaps what it would feel like living on a giant ship. The rooms where cubic and made of a grey-blue metallic material. There were many communal baths and at this time I was going from one bath to the next looking for a vacant one, but they were all occupied.

I returned to my room and that man entered to tell me "They are doing it again."

We all rushed outside into the city square and looked out over the ocean toward the horizion. The square was shaped like a semi-circle with the tallest buildings built around it in a crescent that opened out to the ocean on the west edge. Then we all saw a flash of red/violet light that plumed out in a dome-shaped cloud of blue light far off in the distance. The experiment had detonated. All we could do was brace ourselves for the shock waves that were about to hit us. And hit us they did.

Buildings all around began to crumble as the earth shook violently beneath us. People in panic darted around in every which way to avoid falling debris. The square was the safest place to be, but still some building fell onto it. Looking down was wiser than looking us as the shadows beneath us foretold of a sudden doom. In the chaos I picked up Lana and twirled her away from a falling edifice that we were in the shadow of, and as I walked through the falling debris I generated a Holon force-field around us that protected us from being struck down.

Once in a safe place I was able to look up and see which buildings, if any, were surviving. Just then, the beautiful slender clock tower, the most gracious architectural structure in the city, topple over in pieces. In that moment I remembered that I had been here and seen this happen before. All I could do was feel a great sadness and loss, even though I knew it was meant to happen and could not have been avoided.

Then I woke up.

Oy!

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Flesh Fights and Sleeping Underwater
Current mood: calm
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

Dreams 10/3/07
Flesh Fights and Sleeping Under Water

I was driving through a beautiful country with very large hills like great mounds covered with green lush plantlife. Barry and I were going to a luxurious healing retreat resort. When we got there the concierge woman greeted us with "I've been expecting you. I cannot wait to show your our facility." Behind her was a mousy woman of a secretary. Barry said her name is Susan Tilden, and she is a distant relative of mine. The concierge took us down a few flights of giant stone stairs to the communal bath facilities. On the way down, a group of men were heading in the opposite direction. They were talking about insurance and Barry stopped and joined their conversation as the concierge and I continued down.

She brought me into a giant room where many people were standing motionless in a communal bath the size and shape of an Olympic swimming pool with the water up to their waists. In front of that was another narrow pool that ran the length of the larger one. Above the corner of this pool was a woman standing and holding a clipboard. She was observing another woman in the pool below who was surrounded by bits of decaying flesh. Her challenge was to pick up the pieces of flesh and put them in a bucket.

There was another woman in this pool being tested in the same way. I went over to her and she asked if I could help by picking up the pieces for her. I said I couldn't help because this was her test. Then the other woman attempted to lift an amputated foot up and she screamed and threw it in the air. It inadvertently landed on the woman near me who shrieked and then threw some other pieces of flesh at the other woman. Then they engaged in a flesh fight and the woman with the clipboard was very pleased because they obviously got over their fear of touching dead flesh.

Then my sister appeared next to me and shallow dived into the far end of the pool where rocks had been added to make it look like a natural pool. There was a man laying face up under the water where she dived in. We hoisted him up thinking he had drowned but he was roused and looked disoriented. He asked what happened and we said he was laying under the water. He said "I must have fallen asleep again. It happened a lot these days." Then he got out of the pool and asked if I wanted to use the baths.

I looked and saw that the big bathing pool was all but drained for maintenance cleaning because the women's flesh fight got too much blood in the waters.

I decided to go to my room for a spell and asked the concierge what room number and where it was. "Room 37, on the second floor two buildings down from here." I followed her instructions and came to the room which wasn't really a room but a bed with a number on it like a boot camp set-up. I layed down on the bed and rested while groups of people walked through the room. One man caught my attention. He was a prophet with a small following. He sat down and people fathered around him, but he simply complained that people didn't understand his message.

Then I woke up.

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Dreams about Crystal Healing
Current mood: cheerful
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

Dreams 11/1/07
Crystal Layout Healing

I know I had many dreams during the evening, but all I remember is the incredible experience after waking up at 7am and then falling back to sleep for another few hours.
I placed an Iolite on my forehead and fell asleep that way.

I was given instructions for a stone layout with milky opals, white agates, and black onyx. The milky opal is placed on the forehead, the white agates in the hands, and the black onyx below the feet. [I have not tried this yet.]
Then I felt an enourmous surge of energy plume around my legs and feet from the knees down. This blast of healing energy was amazing and I was overjoyed to be experiencing it. Then I looked down and saw that my feet were surrounded by a myriad of stones, red, yellow, and green jaspers were all I could see arranged around my heel. I reacted to how vividly real the scene was and moved to get up, disrupting the organization of the stones around my foot in doing so.
Then I woke up.

I'm not sure what to make of that one. Mainly a confirmation that I am learning a great deal about stones. Where and with who is not a completely clear picture yet. The feeling of the healing energy around my legs and feet is something I have been longing for for a long time. I will experiment with the layout I received and report on my findings.

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Dreams about "High Education" and an Astral Healing
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

Dreams 11/2/07

I am eating lunch at a café with some friends. A strange short robed creature approaches me from outside the glass window summoning me to step outside and speak with it. I do so. Up close it looks like an Ewok. It heard my thoughts and said that no, it isn't an Ewok, but it has something to show me.
Then I am waiting in line with a friend for a roller coaster ride. It is a long line and moving very slowly. I see Barry and Joni waiting for me just outside the line. They are leaning against a wall waiting for me to finish the ride. Joni seems very agitated. I feel slightly guilty that they are waiting for me but then I remember I did not ask them to wait for me. They could just as easily be doing something constructive with their time while I have a little bit of fun.
Then I am in the Family Room in my parents' house. I have caught a giant black creature in a trap. I approach it and it appears to be a black bear. It is scared and timid. I send it loving energy and tug it out through the mudroom and out the door by its collar. Now it looks like a big black seal but it's body is rubbery and amorphous. It looks at me with sad yellow eyes and I say to it that it must leave. It doesn't belong there. I feel great pity for it but I do not let it back inside which is what it wants.
Then I am walking through an urban campus mall for the University I am attending. It's name is something like Brandrick University and it is in the urban center of Santa Cruz. As I am walking around the mall I have the thought that I could have visited more urban schools when applying for college because I really liked the vibe of the place. I walk into a classroom and the teacher tells me to take a blue piece of paper and two bags. There is a test today and those materials cost something if I want to use them. I decline and go to my seat at the back of the classroom to begin the test. The first page is a series of simple questions to answer. The last section is a few essay questions. I tune into a documentary and watch it as if a screen is broadcasting it right in front of my desk. It is about the history of the light through the middle ages (?). Various people are interviewed, most having been persecuted for their beliefs. One couple, a Native American shamanic husband and wife give a very strong simple and short viewpoint shaking their fists in the air. They are both wrapped in the same white tunic and keep saying they will not be separated. Their deep gutteral powerful voices leave a lasing impression on me. The last person interviewed is a Transvestite reclining on a sofa in a luxurious gold gilded room. He/she is a king/queen and discusses how delightful it is to live in such opulence and still be truthful and faithful to the inner light. I absorb all of the information in this documentary and answer all the questions on the test.
Then I woke up.
It felt like the last part of the dream in the classroom took place in the minutes before I woke up this morning. I immediately noticed the sensation that I was filled with a lightness uncharacteristic of my waking moments when I usually feel heavy and sluggish. I sprang out of bed and started the day right away.
I of course pondered the meaning of these dreams and came to the conclusion that I am beginning to remember my "higher education," literally. It is now quite evident to me that I am studying and learning in higher dimensions. Exactly what I am not sure, but last night's recall was clearly about a history lesson.
I reviewed the section with the black rubbery creature and it triggered the memory of that infamous recurring dream from my early childhood with the black ape that crept closer and closer to the sliding glass door. Then I made the connection that the Ewok creature approached me in the same fashion. What was it then, that I had caught in my trap? Then the answer revealed itself. It was a dark nature elemental from the swamp that I allowed inside me at an early age. Then another early childhood dream flashed through my mind, the one with the little tar-splat creature that was clinging to my bicycle and then my shoe. I realized that wasn't a dream at all, but a memory of me seeing and interacting with this being, perhaps seeing it in my aura. As soon as I had this thought, my head began to tingle with the confirmation sign from my higher self. And so it is. Therefore last night I caught and released this dark entity from inside me. I basically did an entity extraction on myself in the astral-dream plane. I did not send it back anywhere though, just back to the back yard where it first approached me. This means it is probably still dwelling in the swamp behind my parent's house. But maybe that is it's home anyway, being a dark elemental. That also explains why I was uncharacteristically bouncy and energetic instead of lethargic this morning. What a wondrous experience!

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Sporadic Notes from a Jasmaheen Workshop in Sedona
Current mood: Heart Blissed
Category: Heart Blissed Life

Jasmaheen Workshop Notes:

Infinity Symbol: draw this through your energy field to bring balance.

The physical body LOVES living on prana. The emotional body will give you a hard time.

A positive mindframe and setting strong intentions is key to any endeavor. Always expect everything to be beautiful and harmonious.
Harmony with the fields
Make a mindset change
Run and bubble with magic and grace

"Never become dependent on something outside yourself."

Tools:
Use your own body as a pendulum.
"As a divine love being, I command that my physical body become a pendulum. Forward for "yes" and backward for "no."
Always make a statement.
Test it with an obviously true and obviously false statement.
Ex. I am in a male/female body.
Breath Tool:
Divine one within responds with a change in breathing pattern when repeating a true or false statement.
Test with obvious true/false statements to notice your breath patterns.

Gravity Tool:
Truth defies gravity.
Stand with your arms outstretched and chant a statement. If true, arms will get lighter. If false, arms with get heavier.

We are under the influence of gravity in this world unless we are in true alignment with our divine self.

Find out your percentage of pranic nourishment for your total body, and physical body.
Check your biological age
Check your cosmic particle hydration flow.
If these percentages are above 50% you can cut your consumption of food and liquid in half. Etc… 100% means you can transition to living purily on prana.

Barefoot backward walking:
Stimulates acupressure points in the toes that activate brain behavior that produces hormones that make you younger. (Chinese studies available)
Best on the beach

"I don't care what you call it as long as you call it."

Freedom of choice!!!!!

Important to do anything for 6 months so that every cell in your body knows it to be true.

Preparations for Pranic Nourishment Meditation:
3 Simple Mantras:
I am love
I am infinite
I am eternal
Inhale: I am….
Exhale: (Love/infinite/eternal)
Mudras: might as well do something with your hands while you meditate
Heart Mudra: Middle finger up, the rest curled down at knuckles thumbs touching.
Stimulates heart flow and divine marriage
Communication Mudra: index fingers up, thumbs cross, rest folded
For higher communications

Touch tongue to roof of mouth;
Connects energy circuit that stimulates pituitary gland
Contract and release scrotum/clitoris:
Brings flow of energy up to pineal gland
Sensitives can feel the pineal gland pulse in the brow
Stimulates development of extra-sensory perceptions, brain food

Do meditation with eyes open
Allow the divine love flow out through the eyes
Align internal and external vision to always reveal the path of truth and beauty
Intend to live in absolute harmony and co-exist harmoniously with all beings

*Express a firm, focused, clear intention

The Meditation:
3 Simple Mantras:
I am love
I am infinite
I am eternal
Inhale: I am….
Focus on the heart center as you bring in divine nourishment through this center from the inner cosmos.
Exhale: (Love/infinite/eternal)
Visualize the nourishment radiate out into every cell in your body and energy field

When interacting with others: see the Christed heart in the eyes of all the people you meet.
See it!
Zip it!
Radiate it!

It nourishes me, it nourishes the world

You must operate from a place of true surrender.

On sex: normal sexual games do not work with pranic lifestyle. You will gravitate towards celibacy or Tantra.

Messages from the divine:
Pay attention if you get three signs from three different sources
Dream learning

Eat for pleasure, not for nourishment.

The attitude when utilizing a new grid is crucial to strengthening it.
The emotional body will have a different game in mind and want to return to normalcy.

Explore the power of prayer and fasting.

Do not absorb. RADIATE!

Set a permanent cocoon of violet light around you that bounces off and transmutes any frequencies that are not of divine love and truth.

True power comes from within.
The infinite field of love and wisdom.

Prana ? strength and power

Games:
1) Meditation:
Invite divine christed energy to embrace you.
Ask it to reveal to you its love, wisdom and power and to give you the perfect tool to manifest the divinity that you are.
2) Being provided for:
Ask for and receive all that you need
I have an invisible army serving me. An invisible field supporting me. I am contributing to the benefit of humanity. Be of SERVICE! Live life as if you are enlightenend and you will be!
3) Awareness of the power of thought
4) Lighten your diet. Hold the reality of prana
5) Exercize your physical body. Treat it like a temple
6) Selfless service without expectation of reward.
7) Spend time in silence in nature.
8) Use of sacred songs
Anything sung with devotion that touches the heart.
Sing to your body!
Song: "All my vitamins, all my nourishment. Everything I need comes from prana…"

Dematerialization techniques:
"Body, I love you!"
Be clear on your destination
Move consciousness out of your body
Call lovingly all your molecules through time
They will follow you!

Protection in difficult spaces:
Establish a web of interception that only allows info that supports and resonates with your divine self to reach you.

The secret ingredient is a virtue. What is yours?

Powerful mantra from divine godsource:
I am the healer of the world. Through me, through these hands all is healed.
I am the light of this world. Through me, through these eyes all is known.
I am the love of the world. Through me, through this heart all is love.
*Must understand the power of "I am" or they will just be words.

Job in the world: create and sustain fields of resonance.

Recommendations:
Spend one day a week fasting.
One day a week in silence in nature.
One day a week blindfolded.
Prepare for long periods of time with no food, and no fluid. And learn to operate successfully in complete darkness.

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My Coming Out Story as a Cosmic Human
Current mood: cosmic
Category: cosmic Life

Quantum Identity Remembrance:
The Story of how I came to remember my 10th Dimensional Self: Alombria, King of Jewels

When I was 21 (2001) and a senior at college, I had a dream that I descended to the earth on a craft that looked like sideline bleachers for a sports game with several other people. I was bringing with me a red jewel. When I got to the earth I placed the jewel in the top apex of a geometric structure I was standing in that was comprised of white beams forming what the Kabalistic Tree of Life looks like in 3D. Upon placing the jewel in the apex, it began to glow and activated all the other multi-colored jewels in the other vertices around the structure. I then heard the word "Tuesday."

That Tuesday I woke earlier than usual and went straight to the Campus Center, although I didn't know why. I found that there was a psychic fair going on. I got a Tarot Reading that had such strong Father/King energy the reader assumed I had a child, which is not the case. I then went to have my aura photographed and there was all this talk off a strange red entity that was showing up in various places in the background of people's aura photographs. I looked at some of the pictures that had been posted on the wall. It looked like a red gaseous cloud.

It was at this point that I began feeling immense tingling on my head and shoulders. As I drew closer in line to take my photography the tingling grew stronger and stronger and other people began to feel it when they would stand near me. When I stepped in front of the camera my entire body, waist-up was engulfed in an ecstatic tingling sensation that felt like it electrified and energized every cell in my body. The hair on my head even began to stand on end. After the picture was taken the tingling somewhat subsided, but the feeling of being extremely energized remained.

When my aura photograph came out, a beautiful intense white light that radiated out all around me obscured my entire head. We were all mesmerized.

About an hour later, after getting my senior photograph taken (how ironic it was senior picture day) a strong urge led me to get another aura photograph. When I returned to the Psychic Fair all the workers told me that when I left the building, the mysterious red entity was gone. This time I felt tingles when I stood in the spot where I stood before but they were not as strong. The second aura photograph revealed a perfect balance of all the colors in the spectrum around me.

I tried to make sense of what happened and concluded that I received a spiritual empowerment. It wasn't until this year, six years later, that I would learn the truth of exactly what happened.

In July, 2006 I was handed a brochure for the Globe Institute of Psycho-Acoustic Music and Sound Healing in San Francisco, CA, and that September I enrolled.

I was seeking a keystone to merge my two interests of Music Composition and Massage Therapy. What I got was much more than that. Doorways to my higher selves and hidden potentials were opened one after another. I began to remember my powers. The fact that I was born humming, not crying, began to make a whole lot of sense!

In the class on healing with the voice I rediscovered my connection to the angelic realm, and within a matter of days made audible contact with my first spirit guide during a massage session who, I then realized, had actually been with me since I was 13. Then, in another workshop, I was introduced to the Amethyst BioMat and as soon as I saw it my guide told me to get one. So I did.

I thought it would solve my money issues, but the BioMat and the Universe had other plans for me. I brought it to a sound journey and portal activation on November 11th, 2006. It was there that I was handed a brochure on Kitty Mrache's White Time Gemstone Healing. I thought she'd buy one for sure. I called her up, and two days later I drove down to Aptos, CA to show her the BioMat.

I must add that I did not have a car at the time and wasn't expecting to be able to attend the sound journey, nor did I imagine I'd be driving down the coast of California either. Then, the day before, a friend asked me to look after his car for a week while he was in Hawaii!

When I got to Kitty's house in Aptos my jaw almost dropped. I recognized her and her healing room (which is a very distinct hexagonal room) from a dream I had that I wrote down in my journal in July of 2005. In the dream she had a 32-year-old son holding a bike helmet. I asked her if she has a 32-year-old son who rides a bike and she looked very deeply into my eyes and said slowly, "My 32 year old son almost died in a bike accident six years ago. If he wasn't wearing his bike helmet his head would have been crushed by a truck."

I knew in that moment that I was meant to work with her. The dream, you see, ended with me falling to the center of her healing room as the floor opened up and I was lifted into the air by a giant cornucopia of organic produce and gold.

In subsequent months I took all four White Time Gemstone Healing Classes and the New Earth Teachings Classes with her. I began to connect more consciously with crystals and crystal masters and began having and remembering more and more dreams about the crystal realm.

The two crystal masters who I am aware that have been assigned to work with me are Nephrilla and Jovrillo. Nephrilla is a crone who lives in a smoky quartz cave in the 10th Dimension and visits me in dreams where she teaches me things about crystals out of an old tome she has. Jovrillo appeared to me on the New Earth during a meditation. He wears powder blue and appeared first as a little boy and then as a massive mage wearing an ornate bejeweled robe and headpiece.

In my therapeutic bodywork sessions I began combining intuitive crystal layouts and sound healing with my voice and other instruments. These sessions yielded amazing results including complete chakra balancing, and past life healings. One person even experienced an initiation in an ancient Tibetan Temple.

In February of 2007 I acquired a Lemurian Dream Goddess Crystal and a Lemurian Seed Crystal at the San Francisco Crystal and Gemstone Fair. I have been working extensively with both of them, unlocking their knowledge and becoming their friends.

The Seed Crystal, Luscio, and the goddess crystal, Gaiá-Ha, come with me whenever I attend workshops and ceremonies, and they both like to participate in my private sessions from time to time. More on them later.

At this time I was also hired as the Music Director for a Spiritualist Group in San Francisco in its beginning stages of formation. As part of the program there is a weekly laying on of hands, and I discovered that I could connect to the energies of the people who were present and began channeling music on the piano while they received the healings.

My music has been a very strong draw and more and more people are coming to the meetings. Many people outside the organization have also heard this music and agree that it is quite powerful and uplifting, instilling vibrations of joy and healing in the listener.

I now have over 2 hours of recorded channeled piano music and will be coming out with a CD of a selection of them within the next two months. It will be joining my first album of solo piano music, Behind the Surface, that I released May 5th, 2007. That CD contains inspired, encoded healing music that activates the heart and thymus centers, among other things.

In April of this year I attended Diana Gazes' "Birthing a New Human" workshop. She pulled out an enormous Amethyst crystal to place on the altar and as soon as I saw it I remembered a dream I had when I was about eight years old. In the dream I visited her and she said she would be seeing me soon. Then she had me hold and look at her crystal so that I would remember.

In her workshop she activates the spheres of love, light, truth, and manifestation. Part of the initiation is encoded chants. Her throat was sore and she was unable to chant very strongly. I wasn't consciously aware of what I was doing until the last chant: I was conducting the energetic space and leading the people in the chants as if I had done them countless times before.

After the workshop many people spoke to me about the power of my voice, and do I have recordings, and where do I work, etc... My astonishment at seeing, hearing, and feeling my own power in action left me speechless, and very motivated to explore the power of my voice more consciously.

As I called upon the spheres, during the 21-day integration period after the initiation, I became aware of another sphere, the sphere I call the "Electric Blue Sphere of Creation." I began to work with this sphere and unravel its mysteries.

During this period I had a dream that I was in a large white room like a giant chamber in a cave. Everything was white including the robes I and the other people were wearing. The distant walls sparkled as they were made of crystals. I was standing on a square podium in the center of the room and there was a woman with a bald head in front of me. She was the only person in the room wearing a black robe and one of her eyes had slipped out of place onto the top of her head. I had a red jewel in my hand and placed it on her crown. Her eye then slid back to its correct position. I woke from the "dream" knowing I had just performed an initiation of some kind.

It was such a curious dream I meditated on it and asked what it meant. I received this: "You are Alombria, King of Jewels." Based on my past dreams, it made sense, but I had doubts. Was this my ego, or was it real?

In May, at the World Sound Healing Conference in San Francisco, the woman who opened me up to healing with my voice shared that she has dreams where she visits a crystal city in the 10th Dimension. It was the same place I had been going to in my dreams.

I also attended Tom Kenyon's Sound Journey there, and at one point, while my eyes were open, I saw the Electric Blue Sphere of Creation enter the room. From that point onward I have been able to consciously use it in my own meditations and healings, and to activate other people into the crystal realm. I am still studying the Electric Blue Sphere of Creation and will write extensively about it soon.

That same weekend I had my debut music healing performance in Santa Cruz, CA in conjunction with a very powerful, clear psychic channel who is very in tune with nature and animals. She confirmed that I am from a crystal realm, and that I bring an energy source that she has not come across before.

After I performed, many people shared their physical, emotional and spiritual experiences, insights, and visions while listening to my music. Some of these fantastic reviews can be read on my website, www.museofaquarius.com.

This was a pivotal moment for my work as an ambassador of crystal and sound healing. I began to understand and unlock the latent power of the piano compositions I have been writing since I was eleven years old. I began to see that they are encoded with sonic activation frequencies that break apart blocked energy, raise the vibrations, and instill those higher vibrations of joy and creative expression in the listeners.

The following weekend I attended the Six Template Ceremonies with Jiva Carter in Los Altos Hills, CA. Jiva is an expert on sacred geometry. He and his wife have been traveling the world holding Template Ceremonies since 1991. These powerful ceremonies reconnect 33 DNA circuits in the human body through sound encoded in language and 3D sacred geometries. Juliet has been channeling them over the years, and the sixth final ceremony had just been received. They performed it for the first time that past April in Glastonbury. (www.thetemplate.org)

It was a gathering of very powerful spiritual people representing many multi-dimensional and star lineages. At the culmination of the Sixth Ceremony, the World Bridger, in the midst of the tremendous multi-dimensional vortex we created, we all stood in a circle around the sixth dimensional geometry in the center of the altar, anchoring it to the Earth. Jiva had completed the ceremony, and stepped out of the room, inviting those of us who wanted to stay in the moment longer to do so.

I felt there was something missing. All the light and geometry and encoded words we spoke felt imbalanced, as if it was only half of the ceremony. Then I understood: in this pivotal moment of anchoring the WorldBridge, there needed to be a merging of the crystalline geometry and sound.

I stepped forward, Luscio in one hand and a piece of Morganite in the other, and I began to sing. Suddenly I felt a rush of energy, an ancient presence merge into my body. It was MY ancient presence, my 10th Dimensional self, the King of Jewels. As I sang my whole being opened up and I felt as though I had been preparing and waiting for that moment for countless millennia.

Others instantly joined me in singing. I felt their human forms eclipsed by their galactic identities as well. Hathors, Angels, Beings from Realms I do not yet know the names of, representatives of Isis, Sirians, Plieadians... My choir had come together from all reaches of the universe for that moment, to anchor the light geometries here, on Earth at this time, through the power of sound.

We sang for a good fifteen minutes, a song that people would later call "The Song of Gratitude." I directed and orchestrated the energies first by invoking all the highest energies from the higher dimensions and higher beings. Then I merged them with the light geometries of the Ceremony and with the current Earth Energies, creating through sound and light the New Earth Frequencies for the first time in the physical dimension. I did this through a divine melody of alchemical fusion.
Lastly I let the higher vibrations settle onto the current Earth Plane and be integrated.

It was a profoundly emotional experience for me and it took all the strength and courage I had to maintain the vibrations. At times my voice was warbling through tears but I would not and did not break the energy.

As my singing shaped the song, everyone else followed me, echoing and embellishing the energetic structures I had composed. It could not have been done without the contribution of all the beings who where present there, including, of course, all the crystals people brought to the Ceremonies, the wild animals that were present, the trees that watched over the location, and the sacred geometries.

When it was all over, after a massive and profound silence, the people began to disperse. The vortex began to close, and I turned to the woman standing next to me. I knew that she knew what had just happened. We hugged for a long time. Then she said to me, "I'm outta here." And we both burst out laughing because of the deep knowing that something we had all been preparing for for a long long time was over. It was a quip equivalent to running a marathon only to say, "that was fun, let's do it again."

Most of the other people in the room were already losing the glow and resemblance of their galactic identities. I realized although I was seeing them for who they really are, many of them are still as of yet unconscious to their own truth.

The gift of witnessing myself as the Choirmaster of that galactic choir and feeling the energy of my 10th Dimensional Self pour through me is quite possibly the most significant experience I have ever had in waking consciousness so far.

After that intense weekend I began having more vivid "dreams" of traveling through crystal portals in and out of the crystal realm. I even "dreamed" that I set up a 5th dimensional Crystal Vortex over my house, linking it with a large Clear Quartz I had unconsciously placed in the geometric center of the house weeks before.

I could only conclude that I am beginning to consciously recall my multi-dimensional activities while my body rejuvenates in the sleep mode.

In waking life, I focused on my music career as it was beginning to take off. I was invited to perform at a workshop on June 2nd in Mill Valley, CA. A few nights before the workshop and concert I had a vivid "dream" of a white platter being presented to me. On it, once again, there was a large red jewel. I wrote it down in my journal and didn't give it any more thought.

When I sat down to create the program for the concert, I decided to chuck the old way of choosing what pieces to play beforehand. It just didn't feel right. Instead, I created a program laid out in four sections combining an opening interactive singing with the crystal bowl, a selection of my original compositions, spontaneous healing music, and a closing interactive toning.

The concert was an extraordinary success. I felt the power of my music and singing fill the room. The eyes of all the listeners were wet and their hearts were wide open. It was a beautiful experience.

In addition to launching my career as a music healer, I had the divine honor of meeting Ankhara, a woman who flew from London to attend Laurie's Seminar. We had a great deal of esoteric experiences in common and were both jazzed to meet someone else to share them with.

After the first day she and I engaged in extensive conversation about crystals, Lemurian, and the 10th Dimension. I felt comfortable telling her about my dreams and my identity as Alombria, King of Jewels. I also offered to bring a few White Time Gemstone Layouts for her to experience the following day.

The next day, after the Seminar ended, I placed the White Time Gemstone Layout, Grounding and Manifesting Our Growth on her. The description of this layout is, "Growing Spiritually- the totality of growth- manifests and grounds our development so it becomes read and we can understand what we have achieved." I then began to sing with my crystal bowl while she experienced the energy of the gemstones.

We were joined by two other people from the seminar, a woman who in earlier conversation told me she visits a "crystal city" in her dreams, and a man who receives downloads of information about Atlantis. He was holding Gaiá-Ha, my Lemurian Dream Goddess Crystal.

They both began to meditate while I continued to sing. After about 10 minutes I stopped singing and joined in the meditation. Instantly I was shown the platter with the red jewel on it again, and I knew just what to do: It became clear to me that Ankhara's 10th Dimensional self is the woman I initiated in my dream several months earlier. Now I was to anchor the initiation in this dimension. I took the Jewel and placed it on her head. I watched as her misplaced eye returned to its proper place on her head. Then I placed the Jewel back on the platter. The initiation/healing was complete.

The dimensions separated again, and I returned to the physical dimension with the two witnesses. My instinct was to leave the room and leave Ankhara to integrate the experience.

When she emerged in the main room again, she verified my experience. Then she pointed to Gaiá-Ha and said, "So when are you going to write your book about Lemuria? All the information is in that crystal and waiting for you."

(Good question. I'm not sure but I think it's going to be soon!

I do not yet know how Lemuria fits in with the 10th Dimension. I do know that Hawaii is the current Lemurian Hotspot, and that I am continually receiving downloads of information about Lemuria. I was guided to go to the Big Island in April 0f 2007. While I was there, I received an initiation into the Order of Pele, but that is another story.

I recently learned about the Australia/Lemuria connection. It makes sense to me because Australia is really where my spiritual re-awakening started. My whole life I had an inexplicable draw to Australia that manifested as studying in Sydney for 6 months in 2001. My semester abroad began with a week in the Blue Mountains including a trip to some Aboriginal Sacred Sights led by an Aboriginal Medicine Man. Had I known then what I know now I would have paid more attention!

It was in Sydney that I read The Celestine Prophesy. I then began having what I called "Celestine Days" where I would face the day with no agenda and let it unravel as it may. I simply followed my intuition and observations, just like the main character in the book. I met many interesting people and had many fantastic journeys that way.

Four months after my return from Australia I had my first "dream" about the red jewel that started this story.)

Upon parting, Ankhara said she felt the name "Brad" didn't fit me energetically anymore. She asked if she could call me Alombria instead. I agreed and she said "Good-bye Alombria. We will meet again soon." Hearing that name addressed to me filled my heart with warmth.

The following Tuesday I was at the restorative yoga class where I assist doing bodywork and energywork on people. It was an amazing day with many people present. As I tuned into each person's energy, their higher selves they all asked for something different. It was a real test of my abilities as an intuitive healer.

For the first time in my experience I was able to radiate colored energy out of my hands for people who asked for a color infusion in their chakra system. The most interesting experience, though, was while I was cradling one man's head in my hands sending him Reiki. One of his spirit guides appeared next to me and handed me a large dark blue Jewel. Without hesitation, I placed it two inches above the crown of his head and watched as his body occasionally twitched, an indication of higher frequencies coursing through and activating his body/energy. After a few minutes I removed the Jewel and handed it back to the guide who then disappeared.

The following night, at the Spiritualist Group, I felt the room fill with the same intense healing energy that felt at my concert when I channeled the healing music. I also had an emotional breakthrough after singing "From A Distance." I released all the disappointment and lack of confidence that I allowed myself to hold since I was a young teenager when I performed that song in front of my parent's church.

This time I changed the words to say, "God is here with Us, God is within us." But when I began singing the verse new words I didn't rehearse came out of me, and I almost faltered. Instead I stayed in the moment and ended up channeling entire new lyrics to align the song with our current needs.

After the service, a mysterious woman holding a tremendous amount of Incan energy approached me and said, "That hat you were wearing earlier, it's a crown. Remember me and remember what I said." Then she left.

By that point, I had learned to pay attention to what mysterious people say to me at Spiritualist Gatherings, so I went into meditation. I received that I had just been crowned. Then I began receiving a download of information about how sound frequencies in this Dimension each have corresponding Jewels in the 10th Dimension.

It was revealed that in this Dimension the jewels I preside over are the keys on the keyboard, the sound frequencies that make music. This information resonated very strongly with me, and from that moment on I decided to fully embrace my identity as Alombria, King of Jewels.

My experience as a music and sound healer began the day I was born, when I hummed my first breath in this world instead of crying. Since then, my whole life has been a merging of sound and crystals. The above story is only a glimpse into the multi-faceted jewel that is my life.

Now, little by little, more information about music, sound, crystals, and the 10th Dimension is being revealed to me. The information will surely make its way into a book soon, but for now I must leave you with this.

Sincerely,
Bradford W. Tilden
Alombria, King of Jewels

www.MuseOfAquarius.com
www.HarmoniousBeing.com

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Italy Trip in Review
Current mood: accomplished
Category: Life

Italy in Review:

After 10 magical days abroad I am back in America, although again, flying in a plane as I write this, now to Massachusetts and to celebrate my sister's wedding.

Rome was the first destination, and a welcomed one but for the sooty streets plumed with cigarette smoke. The cuisine was exquisite, and we sampled some of it's finest thanks to the recommendations of Andrew Horn, our well-learned traveling companion. Overall, the Mozzerella Bufola was my very favorite, and I was joyed to find my system had no averse reactions to it.

I unveiled Arinesto, my crystal bowl, at the foot of the famed Spanish Steps and there played and sang to many a curious glance. Barry, and Joni Sare, our other traveling companion, joined in the magic-making. They claimed that my sounds filled the entire piazza and climbed up the legendary steps bathing all who rested there with warm healing tones. I garnered many a compliment and coinage and was also the subject of many photographs and even video-footage by one enthralled woman. Pictures of this joyous event will be posted to the web shortly.

We spent a day touring the ruins of ancient Rome, with Andrew acting as the well-versed tour guide that he once was (2 years in Rome quite literally). His insights and added perspective gave context and new life to what appears to be piles of exquisite rubble to the naked eye.

Our first destination was the Coliseum, and there I was moved to go into deep meditation. In doing so, I uncovered a past life where I had been thrown into the arena, a weary captive, only to be quickly hardened into a violent killer, and thus hero of the age, in desperation of defending my own life against my adversaries. I became a great, but brief sensation amongst the crowds, until in combat was slain by yet another rising star. In dying, I gave thanks to my slayer putting an end to my violent prison of self-preservation through slaughter.

My inner vision beheld a great red sphere hovering above the arena as this recall came to an end. The sphere had occasional yellow electric currents discharging around its surface like orbital lightning. I knew this to be the unresolved rage and bloodshed, the unrepented violence I had created during that life. With the help of Luscio, and all my powers of concentration, I called forth the Spheres of Love, Light, Truth, and Manifestation to lift this heavy burden and release it from me and from the land. And so it was, I saw the sphere lifted, and slowly changed to a light-blue color, having all turbulence been pacified. Then it was gone.

Later I looked again at the arena with my inner vision to find another red sphere had appeared. I tuned in and learned this sphere was not for me to address, but for another person to come along and find healing and atonement with. Such is the long and bloody history of the Coliseum. Oddly though, the energy of spectacle holds reign over the areas where onlookers once sat. Perhaps the heavier energies remain about the arena, for I felt little. I even experienced unbridled joy when walking through one section, a sensation I would have least expected to experience at such a place. I was surprised to be so positively moved by the whole experience of walking through that ancient monument.

The Pantheon, however, was the highlight of the ancient world for me. That, and the obelisk that stands outside its doors. Before entering the structure we all took a break at a café in the piazza, having just walked through the Coliseum and all of the ancient Forum. While in respite I again sank into a meditation. This time, I was called to bring my awareness to the Obelisk, and I had the distinct sensation of a beam of energy shooting down from the sky into the Obelisk and into my head. My eyes began to flutter behind my lids and I knew I was receiving a download of information. This lasted a few minutes and then abruptly ended. No other Obelisks drew my attention like that one, although I tuned in to several others as I came upon them.

Inside the Pantheon I was in awe. I sensed it to be a very active power point for many beings in many dimensions and planes of existence. A grand central station of sorts. Most curios was the "drainage holes" directly below the center of the great Oculus. The two holes stared up like black eyeless sockets within a brass bandit's bandana. A near perfect echo of Lucifer's variation of the Flower of Life, the seed of all duality. What would happen if a third hole were fashioned among them? A new world order? My mind mused…

The other striking feature of the Pantheon was the way the builders cut and laid the marble interior. All around the temple were mosaics formed of slices of marble mirroring the natural pattern, like ancient forebearers of the modern ink-blot tests. I somehow knew them to be portals through which very certain beings from very specific dimensions were both accessed and transported. If it weren't for the unrelenting masses of people flowing in and out of the space I would have stayed longer and experienced the energy deeper. As it was, I gifted myself only a few minutes time laying on the floor gazing up at the exposed heavens above, and this, not without garnering unwanted attention from numerous on-lookers.

The morrow brought us to the Vatican. St. Peters provided a completely different reverence. True, the scale was almost too vast for me to fathom, as Andrew pointed out it might. I perceived only flashes of what might have been past lives that brought me through its doors. Bernini's Eye alone impacted me with great force. I felt it activate within my third Chakra some inner strength I have not yet been aware, and brushing the bronze toe of Saint Peter I could not resist. In doing so I felt my hand charged with a powerful energy and saw it glow all about. I passed on the energy to both Andrew and Joni through simple touch, and they too felt its warmth spread. In the room delegated for meditation and prayer I found peace and tranquility, offering my thoughts and wishes of peace and healing for Mother Earth and all sentient beings. Outside the entrance I felt a breeze of pride pass through me as if I had walked there before with the airs of someone of stature. A Cardinal perhaps, or visiting Bishop.

For the sake of time, we passed through the Vatican Museum somewhat quickly, with Andrew leading us directly to the most prized "jewels" it housed. His encyclopedic knowledge of the art and history housed within its walls truly astounds me! Apart from the masterpieces we beheld, a most curious incident on the way to the Sistine Chapel occurred. As I exited one of the many muraled rooms leading up to it, I beheld in the corner, a scene of two cherubs holding slightly ajar a big heavy wooden door. Behind that door, in what appeared to be a closet, there were clearly painted two sacred geometries stacked upon one another. It was as if the little scene wanted to say, "we are here, just around the corner, working from behind the scenes. I could scarcely believe my eyes.

And at last we entered the Sistine Chapel. Us, and hundreds of other people. The decree of silence went well unbidden, as the murmur of a hundred voices would not be quelled even by the most forceful of "ssshhhh!!!" from the clerics staffed within. My neck found its vertical pivot and my heart and mind found awe. I would have thought to have been more emotionally moved, but I found myself to be releasing jealousy instead. Yes, something deep within me was headlined in passing through those halls. Something unsolicited, yet needing to be resolved. An age-old jealousy locked within my soul from unjustified yearnings for artistic mastery from an unsteady hand. I cannot articulate any better than this, for the healing occurred on such a subtle level and in such a mysterious way that I was only afterwards made aware of it's occurrence at all.

Our last evening in Rome my coin was cast into the Trevi Fountain in accordance with the custom for a happy return to the Eternal city. A closing ascension up the Spanish Steps in the moonlight sealed up the first leg of the trip. And so it was, Rome, mystical and bewildering.

The Pension Bencista greeted us warmly and graciously from its perch in the Tuscan hills overlooking Florence. It was a scene from a Romance novel, and many romances were sown in my heart for that city. It is the place where my grandfather's mother lived before venturing to American Soil, and I could feel my blood resonate with the energies of the landscape in excited familiarity.

In the parlor sat a beauty I was gifted to behold, an adoring grand piano built in 1809 and refurbished in all its original splendor. Along with it, some of my favorite pieces in their best editions filled the little shelf of sheet music. Through my asking, a free piano concert was set for the following evening to entertain the guests and staff of the villa. I selected a program of a few favorites from the standard repertoire interspersed with my own compositions, and a "spontaneous music" moment as well. I had no anticipations, only to play as it is my heart's passion. The unfolding event exceeded even my most imaginative expectations!

The attendance was overflowing, with at least 45 people filling the parlor and spilling into the hallways beyond with standing room only. The concert itself went magnificently well. I played beautifully, and masterfully, having employed to my greatest benefit my newly acquired skills of detaching myself from the audience. In that way only, have I learned, am I able to completely focus on the creation of the music and the weaving of its energetic tapestry to my highest intentions. This proved most fruitful as the response to my performance was overwhelmingly positive. I was greatly praised by many, and felt I have regained an inner confidence I had long since closed away. Any fear of reproof has been assailed by the applause of strangers who would have no other motive but honesty. Indeed I believe I shed a thickened coat of frosted ego, the fancy dressing I have been heaping upon my music of late for sheer justification of its worth. I say now, let it speak for itself! That it heals is true! That is touches the heart is true! But that I must adorn its presentation with such ornaments is sheer nonsense. Let it speak for itself!

And so I emerge again, whole in the harmony of my own compositional truth.

The owners of the Villa exceeded my expectations further, having organized an outright reception following the concert, complete with champagne and hors-dourves. Many new doors are now visible on the horizon, including a wonderful new contact in Belgium.

As we stayed on an extra night in Florence, Barry and I were moved to the oldest section of the Villa and slept in a room that was constructed in the 15th Century. It had remarkably clear energy, and was testament enough for me to believe that the Pension Bencista has always been a site of joy and rejuvenation since its original conception.

Milan, the last leg of the trip was in stark contrast to the rest of the journey, but still magical and memorable. The frantic bustle of the train station yanked me out of my peaceful reverie that the Pension had instilled in my soul and plunked be back into the modernized, industrialized, hyper-speed of the 21st Century.

The hotel was an urban ultra-modern building with a posh asian décor. You have to insert your room card into a plug in the wall to activate the room's electricity. I could not have imagined a more extreme contrast to our abode in Florence! Yet, all the modern amenities were welcoming as always…

We wandered around the neighborhood in search of a place to dine for the evening and came across a quaint trattoria complete with a piano! The food was exceptional, and between courses I serenaded the guests with my music. The piano had a small portrait of Schubert on top of it that gave just the right amount of magic to the moment to again feel really blessed for the manifestations that present themselves in my life.

The next day we took the streetcar into the center of the city. The particular car we rode was virtually identical to one of the street cars in San Francisco I frequently utilize, the one that says it is from Milan. Half way around the world, I felt space and time merge into one unit with this odd circumstance.

We walked along Via Dante early enough in the day to be spared the throngs of tourists that were already amassing, armed with credit cards and shopping bags. In the center piazza MTV was setting up a giant stage for an all-day concert event. Another odd coincidence, indeed. Again, the architectural antiquity encapsulated the modern world in a contrast new to my eyes, yet typical for a city like Milan.

We wandered to La Scala to meet Marc Fruttero, the composer I met on Myspace more than a year ago. It was a joyous occasion having a cyber-friend materialize in the flesh, a reminder that the internet is indeed a grounded place for manifesting our dreams. We talked much about the music industry in both Italy and the USA, and swapped music with each other. All in all, it was a very productive meeting!

As the sun began the last leg of its journey, so too did we say farewell to Marc, and the central district of Milan, as we headed back to our hotel for another fantastic dinner and well received sleep.

The morning came qickly, and passed quickly as we were taxied through the silent and vitually still streets of the pre-dawn city toward the airport. The flight to Heathrow went smoothely, and there, in the terminal, we bade farewell to Joni, our extraordinary and culinarily brilliant traveling companion. She had a connecting flight, and we had a day layover in London.

We took maximum advantage of the layover, and after quickly checking into our hotel we were on the underground heading for Covent Garden to meet another online friend, Sharron.

She greeted us with the warmest of smiles, and took us on a magical tour of many of the esoteric shops tucked into the nooks and crannies of Covent Garden. While passing through the marketplace I recalled the exact location I bought a peculiar hat 12 years ago when I passed through London my first time with the Young People's Symphony.

We had lunch and tea at a very Italian Café, (couldn't seem to move on for the Italian cuisine just yet) and had many a wonderful conversation about crystal healing, spirituality, and what it was like as children with these gifts.

Our meeting with SHarron ended with a stroll through Holden Park, the center of the Masonic World. As I stood at the steps of the main Masonic Temple, I recalled that only days ago I was standing at the altar of St. Peter's, the center of the Christian World. I wondered at the marvel of the journey, the synchronicities that unraveled themselves before my eyes, ushing me through the pages of history, both written and unwritten, as I continue my quest of self-discovery, self-knowing, and reconciliation of all the disparaging parts of myself, and of the entire world. Pagan, Christian, new, ancient, composer, healer, human, cosmic being… All encapsulated into one mind, one body, experiencing everything once and for all, simultaneously, and temporally.

The wind reminded me to move on, as it often does. And move on we did. Barry and I continued our London adventure after saying goodbye to Sharron. We found ourselves at Piccadilly Circle marveling at the giant Neon Advertisements I thought were only privy to Times Square. I guess Circle gets the Square. (What city, then, has the Triangle?) An absurdist end to our journey was to be had at the Irish Pub overlooking China Town that we chose for our London meal. A poor choice I must admit, but culturally enriching to say the least.

The plane ride back to San Francisco went by incredibly quickly. I fell into a deep sleep that lasted almost the entire flight. The car service we hired to pick us up showed up with a limo, even though we specified not to get one. And so, Barry and I had ample time and space to reflect upon our journeys, spread out in the silent luxury of the near empty limo. I could almost hear the echoes of celebrants and the clinking of champagne glasses in the vacant seats that surrounded us. I closed my eyes and saw with my inner sight that it was our spirit guides lauding our return from our most excellent trip, toasting and cheering us on as we continue our path of love, light, truth, and manifestation.

And so ends the Italy Trip of 2007.

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Music Made Manifest!
Current mood: accomplished
Category: Music

Oh Joy!

It's 4:20am and I just printed out the final version of "DreamWeavers" my new masterpiece for solo piano. I also finished the score for "Sing Out Loud Your Joy and Excitement" a new choral piece that popped into my head about a mon