Today:
Experiences, insights, lessons and
dreaming
Wizard's Log Star-date: 03:38:16 AM
Good morning.
Lots of experiences and lessons in time and being masters of time.
Also, as We were dreaming We got it why (or One why) We have not been
remembering much of Our dreams. We are experiencing living in
multi-worlds All at the same time. That is still hard to translate
into 3D words, thoughts and memory.
In waking We
are becoming aware of being in more than One reality/world/dimension
at a time but in dream We are experiencing many at Once. Both are a
bit hard to translate fully into 3D awareness. Perhaps because it is
a multi-D experience????? Can We say: “Duh”?
In dream, We
are reminded of how We can observe and do observe the kids doing this
multi-worlds experience. Many do it All the time. “They” live in
Our world, generally playing by Our rules (or pretending to) and yet
living in a world where left is right and right is left. (We have
experienced this with several when trying to get directions to
“their” home.) In Our mind “they” told Us the wrong way but
in “their” mind “they” told Us the right way. In “their”
world a goat can be “their” sister and “they” can be
invisible. “They” can have unlimited lives and shield against
knives and evil eyes.
Sometimes,
“they” let Us observe “them” in “their” world. Admittance
by invitation only. No suit and tie required.
We have
commented (often) lately about not remembering Our dreams. We were
just reminded that We do not (usually) remember the details from Our
waking a few days later. It is All merging and when We are busy,
busy, busy having experiences in both waking and dreaming Our 3D
brain just can not hold it All. Imagine being everything and everyOne
and everywhere. Imagine experiencing that moment to moment and then
imagine remembering every experience We ever had. That is really a
lot.
We subbed on an
extra noon section today. It is a route We have subbed on a couple of
times before and the kids are kinda getting to know Us. There are six
of “them” and “they” are energetic and really do not want to
follow the driver's rules. We got “their” names down and One boy
asked if We knew everyOne's names. There were two boys who wanted to
sit together but the driver did not want “them” too. When “they”
sat next to each other anyway the driver said We could try. We
explained that We would try but if “they” did not behave We would
split “them” up. “They” were great.
We had the
feeling (either real or imagined) that the driver does not like the
way We handle (work with) the students on his bus. “They” are a
challenge and make no mistake about that. We got the feeling that
the driver prefers someOne who is stricter and more of a
disciplinarian. We feel Our method works even though it may not
appear as immediate as a heavy hand. What is interesting is how
strong Our desire to please others (Our peers and coworkers and
bosses) remains. Our natural instinct and reaction is to be kind
and gentle (unless pushed too hard) and We have no intention of
changing that to please anyOne. Yet We do want to be accepted and
even appreciated by those We work for and with. That just is not
going to happen, at least not immediately. Many/most people still
live in the old paradigm and even if “they” don't, old habits die
hard.
We only had
fifteen minutes between sections and on Our way to the next school We
real-eyesed that someOne had taken us to dream. The boy in the
wheelchair (Our next section) was telling Us more about and the alien
movie he watched today. We were paying attention but could hardly
stay awake. After We dropped him at his daycare (not to worry, We
dropped him gently) We let OurSelf go All the way out (since the bus
was empty and We really had no choice).
After We got
back to the barn and were walking Shadow We recognized that We were
walking in several worlds and could not keep focused in any One
reality. We have a little over an hour before Our next section but We
barely know what We are typing and doubt if We can read much.
Will be
interesting how the middleschoolers react to Us today.
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