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Wednesday, February 2, 2011

1.28.10 - White Space and the Mystery Council

I was at a dance studio with my daughter, waiting for the instructor to arrive when I realize there was a TV in the corner of the room, muted, playing a movie that contained adult content. When I realized this, I immediately became infuriated. I started to scream at the instructor for his carelessness and irresponsibility around children. He left the office and a short, petite dark haired, woman came in. She says,
'I am told you want to file a complaint.'

I am so upset I begin to yell at her about him. She hands me a stack of papers and tells me to fill them out. Although I am excessively upset, I manage to get through the forms and hand them to her as soon as I'm done. As she leaves, a group of 12 elders (in their 80s+) walk in and stand around me. I assume a Town Hall meeting is being called in to discuss the matter. Just as she exits the room, I hear her telling the last one in that I must be silenced. I ran to the door to see where she was going. Through the glass, I see her walking up to the instructor, ripping my forms in half, and begin to kiss him. Now, I am really going hysterical. At this point I am fearful that this group is going to silence me and the thought of all the corruption and cover up going on begins to dawn on me. What kind of situation did I get myself into?
 

Before I know it, things in the room begin to disappear. Furniture, walls, roof, floor, until I am just standing in white space. There is nothing but me and this group of elder people. The speaker tells me, 
 
'It is time that we reveal who we are.'

They begin to change before my eyes into ancient reptilian looking grays with HUGE eyes and extremely skinny bodies. They all look exactly the same except for some very minor differences. Some wear purple velvet looking garments like royal cloaks, some carry staffs and wear headdresses on their elongated skulls. I see similarities and they remind me of the Mayan and Egyptian Pyramids, as if they're the original builders. They are dark, dark, green and as old as raisins.


The speaker begins to ask, in a calm and soothing voice,

'Why are you so angry?'

I begin to tell him my frustrations about the careless dance instructor. The speaker asks, 

'Do you believe he is responsible?'


I begin to think about it and question my reasoning. I begin to think of his wife and how she is just as corrupt if not more. I tell them about her.

'So you believe she is responsible?'
 I say yes and demand that action be taken. The speaker continues,

"Look around you. You are standing in empty space. There is nothing here but you. It is you who are responsible. This is your dream. This is all your creation in your mind. You are responsible for your creation. Take this with you."

At that point I begin to look around at the white empty space and how it is just I and this council filling it. I take in all that I'm being told, including the realization of having been in the presence of what seemed like wisdom personified. I woke up, feeling thankful they helped me to release my anxiety, but still wondering what star they came from.