SANDY
SPEAKS:
I had the
most unusual dream last night.
I was in
this room with beings from many galactic nations.
Most
important, Mytria and Mytre were there.
I was so
excited to see them that I ran over to them to try to get their attention.
However, no
matter what I did they did not seem to know that I was there.
At first my
feelings were hurt.
When they
walked right through me I realized that we were resonating to very different
frequencies.
The room was
filled with many galactic beings all communicating with each other at the same
time.
They seemed
to be able to understand what everyone was saying with their minds.
I could not
understand anything and soon became overwhelmed by the intense, higher
frequency energy field.
Then the
picture began to dim from my perceptions, and then, the room disappeared in a
beaming white light.
Just before
I awoke, I saw a building that is close to our small airport and heard the
words "twelfth floor."
As soon as I
awoke, I tried to wake up Jason.
Yes, we are
living together now.
Once Mytria,
then Mytre, left we were too lonely to live alone.
Besides, we
were usually sleeping together in one place or another, so we found a cute
cabin just out of town and moved in together.
To continue
my story, just as I tried to wake Jason again he sat up and said, "I just
had the most amazing dream."
I was in
this room that had waterfalls, deserts, beaches, mountains and all kinds of
nature on the walls.
However, all
the pictures were real and I could walk into them and experience the scene,
like the holographic world you and I have been talking about.
Then the
room went suddenly blank and..."
You saw
Mytre and Mytria," I interrupted.
"Yes,"
Jason replied. "Did you see the building by the airport too?"
"Yes,"
I replied in an excited voice. "There really is a building there, isn't
there?"
"Yes,"
I answered. "Let’s go look at it now."
"Great."
was his response.
We were out
of bed, dressed and in the car in less than thirty minutes.
We got in
our car and took off to the airport.
It was still
early, so there were only a few cars in the parking lot when we got there.
The building
was quite modern, but the aerospace company that built it went bust years ago.
Since then
different companies had rented out sections of the building, but it had fallen
into disrepair for lack of funds.
"Did
you hear the words 'twelfth floor?'" asked Jason when we arrived at the
building.
"It
doesn’t look like it is that high."
I agreed. I
could doubt that I got the floor wrong, but both of us getting the wrong floor
seemed unlikely.
Since Mytria
and Mytre left we had been having meetings with a few friends with whom we
could share our real experiences and had been practicing expanding our
consciousness to regain our higher perceptions.
Perhaps,
that was the answer.
We both got
out of the parked car and walked to the building.
When we
entered, a sleeping man at the reception desk jumped up and said, "Most of
the offices are closed.
There are
only a few people working now.
Who are you
looking for?
"We
have a meeting on the twelfth floor," Jason said.
"What,"
the sleepy receptionist said. "There are only ten floors on this building.
You must
have gotten the floor wrong.
Who do you
want to meet with?"
"Isn't
there an international travel company on the twelfth floor?" Jason
bluffed.
"No,
no," replied the receptionist, "but there are several on the tenth
floor."
He pointed
to his left and said, "You can check out the registry by the
elevators."
We thanked
the receptionist and went to read the registry.
I was
thinking that maybe we were wrong about the floor number when Jason said,
"I know that I heard the twelfth floor."
We did that
a lot now, shared thoughts or responded to what the other one did not say.
We had become
very close, and even though we often disagreed, we always talked it through… eventually…
and got back to our deep friendship.
My thoughts
were interrupted by Jason saying, "Let's try this room. It is called
M&M Travel," he said with a smile.
We got in
the elevator laughing at the cue of M&M--Mytre and Mytria--and pushed the
button for the tenth floor.
As I have
said, the building was a bit in disrepair, but we had expected that the modern
looking elevator would work.
However, it
seemed to move up in bits and spurts, then suddenly went very fast.
When the
elevator stopped and the door opened I said, "I am taking the stairs down.
I don't care how many floors there are."
Jason agreed
with a weary smile that revealed that he did not like the elevator ride much
ether.
Fortunately,
M&M Travel was down the hallway a few doors.
We stopped
in front of the door and agreed that we were both unusually nervous.
Jason
protectively opened the door and peered into the office before he took my hand
and we walked in.
The office
appeared worse for the wear, as did much of the building.
There were
uncomfortable chairs lining three of the walls with small tables in front of
them scattered with old magazines and brochures.
The rug
looked old and worn and the pictures of destinations on the walls were faded.
How could
this place be the entryway into the room of our dreams, we said together.
We smiled
when we realized had read each other’s thoughts.
Directly
across from the door was a wall with a window into the reception area.
We noticed
that there were also closed doors on each of the sidewalls, likely leading to
inner offices.
I looked at
Jason as he said, "This place looks more like..."
"A
doctor's office," I finished.
We both
smiled as we finished each other's sentence again.
Our moment
was broken when we heard, "Can I
help you?" coming from the reception area.
Without
thinking we both muttered something about being in the wrong room and left.
We closed the door behind us, ran down the ten floors, walked straight through the lobby and out the door.
We got into
our car and drove from the parking lot without saying a word.
Jason
instinctively drove to a nearby meadow where we often went for picnics and to
meditate or reflect.
Still
without talking we walked to a fallen log that often served as our chair and
said at once, “Something is very wrong there.”
We then had
a good laugh because we said the same sentence again.
The laughing
calmed us now, and we took a few minutes to meditate and regain our center.
When we
opened our eyes, we pondered why we both felt the urgent need to leave that
building.
It was
definitely the building in our dreams, and the twelfth floor was obviously at a
higher frequency as the building only had ten floors.
The room we
saw in our dreams was of the highest frequency that we had ever experienced.
Thus, we had
to wonder why the rest of building resonated to such a low frequency?
Also, why
would they choose to have an inter-galactic landing area so close to such a
dense building?
The
questions hung in our minds without an inner answer.
We were just
thinking how much we wished we could ask Mytre and Mytria for assistance, when
they instantly came into our joint consciousness.
They appeared in our mind’s eye as
their combined Divine Complement and said with one voice, “We are happy to commune
with you again.
We are sure you realize that we were among the members of the room on
the twelfth floor.”
We both nodded yes.
“We had no awareness of the density
of the physical structure in the lower frequencies of that building.
However, we have observed your
experience today and wish to assist you in finding your answer.
Both of you have come far in your
ascension process.
Thus, we will assist you in a
similar manner in which the Arcturian assisted us, by asking you a question to
which you must find the answer.”
We both had a feeling that they
would do that.
It was time for us to own our ascending nature and release the illusion that assistance comes from beyond our own being.
“Yes,” replied Mytria/Mytre. “You
are ready to find the answer to that question within your SELF.
Of course we will remain
ever-present if you need us.”
“It looks as though we have a
mystery to solve,” Jason said with eagerness in his voice.
I smiled and nodded in response.
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