In the middle of last night, another intense thunderstorm occurred. The last one that was similar to this one I recorded in post, “Most Intense Thunderstorm Experience of March 8-9, 2016.”
The difference between the two experiences was that this time, I didn’t feel afraid.
It could’ve been the end of the world, but I have a strong feeling that I would’ve remained very calm, like in the dream experience recorded in post, “Dream of Little Angel Alerting Outside of Window.”
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As the roaring thunder—with it’s bright flashes of lightning-–sounded as though its intense vibrations were repeatedly pounding the Earth’s ground without mercy, my dog Kami rushed over to my side to be comforted as usual.
It was so adorable because he can be a scaredy-cat during such times. I pet him and gently reassured him that everything was okay; but at one point, he had the need to lift up my left leg with his nose, and bury his head underneath it—as though to hide from the BIG BAD Boogey Dog.
That was something new, and very cute for a brief moment, but I eventually told him to lay his butt down on his bed and go back to sleep.
He then rushed over to my husband for more attention, comfort, and love, which husband gave an abundance of as usual. So spoiled.
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After briefly being up from all of the sky’s commotion—or heart-pounding orchestra, depending on one’s perspective—we all fell back asleep.
Later in the middle of the dark morning, my husband ended up waking me up while comforting me that everything’s okay. I was apparently toning again, and according to my husband…”very loud.”
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Upon waking up later in the morning, I recalled what had happened in one of my dreams. I’ve had many vivid dreams throughout my life—most of them I recall (and recorded in dream journal) starting in 2010 when I about to leave the Army lifestyle—but this one was new.
I was at a large house that seemed to be made of white stone walls, and appeared abandoned. I was with a young male being, whose facial features elude me, though he seemed to be Middle Eastern.
He mentioned that his grandmother had passed away and left him the house, which was the only thing he had to his name.
While he was showing me around, he pointed to a wall that was decorated with Egyptian artwork. He then explained that the house was worth a lot (due to these paintings and/or engravings).
As I scoped out the kitchen area, which was long yet tight in width, I noticed how dirty the floors were. I understood that ever since the young man’s grandmother had passed away, no one else had maintained the house.
Like a ghost town only left with remnants of past life activities, even the little glass jars on the shelves—filled half-way of spices—just sat there collecting dust and looking all lonely.
At one point, after noticing that there was no heating and cooling system within the house, I told the young man that we needed to get him an electric blanket for the winter and a fan for the summer.
Note: Upon waking up, I thought it was odd that I had mentioned these modern-age things during a time period that seemed very old and traditional; however, I’m reminded from within that even ancient civilizations had access to technology thanks to more evolved E.T.’s (mostly technologically evolved)/”ancient aliens”.
At another point, after realizing that I had forgotten to offer the food I was eating, I made the young man a plate of what appeared to be dried dates and…that’s all I recall from that moment.
At another point, we heard someone at the door, so I starting moving away from the screen door’s line of sight right after noticing an old man standing in front of it (who also appeared Middle Eastern).
The young man said something to him, and then returned and stated that everything was fine since he had sent him away.
However, about a minute or so later, the old man returned, so I started slowly walking towards the stairs.
On the way, I accidentally hit a clay pot or something similar to that, and made noise; my heart skipped a beat and I felt clumsy for giving away my presence in the house.
As I slowly walked up the stairs while lowering my body forward, I noticed an old man (not sure if same one) glaring at me from a window.
Realizing he was fully aware of my presence, I started heading down the stairs to face him.
Suddenly, like a bat out of hell, someone broke down another door near the stairs.
It appeared to be a terrorist looking man with his head and face covered with a black material, only leaving his piercing eyes. He aimed his weapon at me that appeared to be a rocket launcher.
I immediately raised my arms, but then noticed to my left that the strange men were dragging away the young man I was with.
At first, I screamed a very high-pitch scream, but then remembered within the dream itself to do toning. That’s when my husband woke me up.
Upon waking up, I was intrigued by this vivid dream of perhaps a past, present, or future life/parallel reality.
Sometimes, I strongly sense that a dream is symbolic rather than my Multidimensional Self (Soul/Spirit within) experiencing other aspects and extensions of itself in order to gain wisdom. However, this dream felt so real.
From what I gathered so far, this young man was more like a younger brother-like figure. I get this feeling because I desired to be nurturing to him like an older sister or mother.
Since I wasn’t able to see myself, or have another reflect back to me details about myself, I don’t know who I was.
However, I—as well as the young man— was apparently hiding from some people, to include the strange men who came after us.
Since the young man had mentioned that his house was worth a lot of money, perhaps the strange men wanted to ensure that they got rid of us in order to take the house for themselves.
Had it not been for the last scenario of this dream, I would’ve concluded that I was merely a helpless female within this dream striving to escape man’s many corrupt ways.
However, this wasn’t the first time I had a dream of toning; it’s the third time that I recall.
In the post, “The Dark Being and Jesus Within Me,” I recorded the first and second experiences of toning in dream state that I recalled.
Granted, back then, I wasn’t aware of what toning was and is until I did some research in order to better understand the messages I was receiving from within.
This morning, I wondered if I was an ancient Egyptian priestess in this dream; hence, this dream of toning and other related dreams of toning possibly related to Atlantis and/or Lemuria as well (which I find myself strongly drawn to).
For the first time that I recall, I had a dream of being in what I assume to be Egypt—due to the paintings and/or engravings on the wall of the house, and the Middle Eastern appearing men.
I had an urge to google, “ancient Egypt and priestesses who did toning,” and was first drawn to the reading, “Ancient Sound Healing,” (first sentence below) under the subtitle, “Sound Healing in Ancient Egypt” (remaining section below).
The following is a section that’s relevant to the dream I had, as well as what I had wondered about:
Most ancient cultures used the seemingly magical power of sound to heal […]
The Egyptian culture extends back to 4000 BC and they have a long tradition of vowel sound chant […]
The Egyptians believed that vowel sounds were sacred, so much so that their written hieroglyphic language contains no vowels. We can, therefore, safely assume that vowel sound chant carried a powerful significance for their priests.
Egyptian priestesses used sistra, a type of musical rattle instrument with metal discs that creates not only a pleasant jangling sound but, as we now know, also generates copious amounts of ultrasound. Ultrasound is an effective healing modality and is used today in hospitals and clinics so it is entirely possible that ceremonies in which many sistra were used were not merely employed to enhance the musical soundscape but were intended to enhance the healing effect.
In the wall scene below, from a building erected by Queen Hatshepsut, three priestesses play sistra, accompanying a harpist, another instrument known to have healing qualities […]
The above explains why the three times that I’ve toned within dream state, it was like a high-pitched, extended, “AHHHHHHHH!” sound.
In addition, I’ve had an urge to buy a Hathor sistrum and ankh a while back, though I didn’t follow my Heart’s inner guidance due to my ego self’s fear.
At that very moment, I intuitively knew why I had issues with my laptop (buzzing, freezing, delaying, etc.) right after deciding to put off the purchase.
It’s not that I didn’t want to follow my natural instincts/path of excitement, but I had poverty consciousness—believing that I should spend the little money that we had for “other” things on more important matters.
However, I realize now, what’s more important than our individual and collective soul/Spirit growth and evolution?
I’m going to treat myself to the Hathor sistrum and ankh [UPDATE added 5/8/2022, Mother’s Day: I bought a hand-made, turquoise, ankh-shaped sistrum a while back, not too longer after this post] and use them (along with other home-made sounds) to sing—and perhaps even record to share with the public—the song I had co-created with Spirit within, “Teacher Reveal Truth to Me” (on top of blog page).
I’ve been working on—raising and maintaining a high vibrational frequency to the best of my ability at whatever moment (though I still have low energy moments)—and making intention statements to fully release/let go of old and outdated beliefs that cause poverty consciousness, and to effortlessly Be Prosperity Consciousness one miraculous day; so we shall see.
I trust that as I’m able to habitually maintain a high vibrational frequency, everything will fall into place.
Though I don’t recall the details of the Egyptian artwork on the wall of the house within my dream, I wondered if it might have been like the one mentioned above (image on left) in order to trigger an ancient memory from within.
Though my conscious, lower physical mind may not recall, I have no doubt that my subconscious mind (that absorbs everything) does.
Note: Image on right found within reading/link mentioned above.
The second reading I was attracted after googling, “ancient Egypt and priestesses who did toning,” is “Ancient Healing.“
I read up to the following paragraph so far, and it helped me to instantly receive a profound insight that I had not remembered before, which explains why I had put off completing and publishing the draft, “The Strange Increase of Disease and/or Death Showing Up”:
When asked how the Egyptians obtained such medical knowledge the usual answer is accident, or trial and error (which is just a prolonged system of accident). Modern people do the same when they label something a coincidence. Saying Egypt was able to produce fabulous cures by accident is a way of brushing the real question under the table. We must admit that they, like a native shaman are not lucky. They are more advanced than everyone thinks. According to Clement of Alexandria the final stage of the priesthood process was to learn how to heal, not like today when people learn to do this at the start. To properly heal someone requires the wisdom of the universe, sound, number, astronomy, energy and the like. It also demands that one work through almost all of their own issues, pain, and blocks that we have had in our own life. This requires years of incredible effort to reach a stage where the heart is pure enough to see beyond the illusion and gain a connection to spirit to provide the proper healing. Only after years of fully healing themselves will someone be able to provide healing for others. On the way one can learn to help, but they cannot fully facilitate healing because they don’t even know if the condition should be healed. One must be able to connect fully with their patient’s higher self to “see” if the illness is their greatest learning experience. No ancient healer would heal someone of their greatest life lesson until they had learned it. In Egypt this training came in the temples and involved a combined understanding of physical and spiritual illness and cures.
Although there are a total of 115 unpublished drafts that I’ve recorded my various experiences in—from inner and outer worlds—a while back, I chose to longer stress about seemingly not being able to keep up with Spirit’s expressions.
Because I’ve noticed from the past that I have strong urges to revisit certain drafts after receiving further insights in Divine perfect timing and order.
Since I had a strong urge to share this dream, I chose not to overthink the matter, but simply follow my Heart’s inner guidance.
And sure enough, right after I opened up a blank page to start this post, I noticed 12:12 on my laptop clock. At that very instant, I intuitively knew that I was on track—in alignment with Spirit within.
What I find very interesting, is that after re-reading my post, “The Dark Being and Jesus Within Me,”–and feeling deeply moved by it—I noticed that within that post, I had mentioned the sacred number code 12:12.
I have no doubt that this “spiraling consciousness/star of David frequency/MerKaBa” of the integrated and balanced Soul/Spirit within—Beloved I (God) AM (Goddess) Presence (Twin Flame merged with Divine Spirit/All That Is)/Divine HUman: Christ within—is correlated with the re-membering of the toning experiences I’m having in past, present, and/or future lives/parallel realities (simultaneously as Multidimensional Self).
How? Since past, present and future are ultimately all occurring at once in every present Moment of Now due space and time being irrelevant in higher dimensions.
It’s just that our individualized, ego self’s linear perspective sees past, present and future as separate rather than interconnected and unified as One. An example is the 5D (5th Dimension) scene from the movie Interstellar.
So what am I reminded to do with a Divine ability that’s seems to be gradually resurfacing into my expanding awareness//consciousness?
I may not have all the answers at this moment, but perhaps I could continue what I started sometime after the first two toning dreams that I had.
In the post from Spring of 2014, “The Lesson of the White and Black Butterflies from Within” I shared the following:
“This method of prayer is suggested in the book Secrets of Spiritual Success by Bill Foss, and I added my personal prayers to the idea […]”
I used to state my own prayers followed with chanting “AUM” (as suggested by Bill in the above book); however, after a while, I switched over to stating a prayer followed by toning. I love to simply go with the flow of how I feel.
Ex: “For the healing of self, HUmanity, Mother Earth, merging worlds, and beyond…AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
I’ve only done it a couple of times this year, perhaps due to my ego self’s doubts that it wasn’t that effective. Granted, I did replace that form of prayer with singing a sacred song instead (whenever I felt like it).
I had learned this wonderful song from the Lemurian Sisterhood Gathering I had spontaneiously attended for the first time in I think March of 2015 (recorded in draft, “Lemuria: Another Galactic Puzzle Piece in My Life” that I had introduced in the published post, “The Words Mu and Lemuria: How They Became Significant in My Life“).
I have a feeling I will revisit that draft as well in Divine perfect timing and order and share the bizarre dream I had shortly before attending the event, along with interconnected experiences of Divine synchronicity.
I would sing the song as is, as well as replace the word, “Goddess” with words like peace, love, joy, freedom, abundance, prosperity, creativity, truth, wisdom, etc. It’s a very catchy tune! ^_^
Ex. “I AM Peaceful, You Are Peaceful, We Are Peaceful Ones…etc.” while changing the tones with each sentence. Sometimes, I sing it when my energies are low, and I noticed that it quickly raises my vibrational frequency.
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Other times, I sing it while doing the seemingly mundane things in life (that needs to be done), like folding clothes, washing dishes, prepping food, brushing my dog Kami’s fur (which seems to be a never-ending process of filling up an entire trash bag—that I’m sure Siberian Husky owners are aware of), etc.
And sometimes, I even silently sing the song to myself while laying in bed, right before falling asleep.
I trust that this helps to transmute the negative thoughts that sometimes lingers in my lower, ego self’s mind (i.e., healing mental energy body), as well as my other energy bodies (especially healing emotional energy body, which helps us to unconditionally accept/love ALL aspects of self; hence, allowing us to fully do so for interconnected others as well).
The transmutation and healing process also reminds me that my Beloved I (God) AM (Goddess) Presence/Christ within is indeed a Master Alchemist, as well as Master Teacher, and many other ways of truly Being.
As silly or strange as it may sound, while laying in bed, I silently shout out, “To all aspects and extensions of my Multidimensional Self/Beloved I AM Presence/Christ within—to include my inner child (ego self and shadow self) and every cell of my body—let us sing together!” and then proceed to singing, “I AM Sacred, You Are Sacred, We Are Sacred Ones…” (repeat two more times using different tones, and then replace “Sacred” with another word like “Love” etc.)
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I now realize that I had put off completing the draft mentioned above, “Lemuria: Another Galactic Puzzle Piece in My Life” due to one brief experience that my ego self considered hurtful that day.
I was somewhat confused as to why it had happened, especially involving the so-called teacher of the group, who seemed to discriminate for whatever reason.
I usual have no problem approaching others of possible misunderstandings, but I strongly felt that she would deny what had happened for whatever reason.
I have a feeling that perhaps she was unknowingly (or even knowingly) mirroring back to me an old and outdated belief that needed to be released because it was no longer serving me—perhaps a belief that I don’t quite fit in within this particular world.
However, I had some amazing experiences that evening as well—especially with this one gentle, loving Goddess-like Spirit—which is definitely worth sharing soon.
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