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channeled message received from Oliver on 9/13/17 at 9:13 a.m. ET US.

T̶h̶e̶s̶e̶ ̶w̶o̶r̶d̶s̶ ̶a̶c̶t̶ ̶a̶s̶ ̶t̶e̶m̶p̶o̶r̶a̶r̶y̶ ̶p̶l̶a̶c̶e̶h̶o̶l̶d̶e̶r̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶t̶o̶d̶a̶y̶’̶s̶ ̶b̶l̶o̶g̶ ̶p̶o̶s̶t̶.̶ ̶I̶ ̶s̶l̶e̶p̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶m̶o̶r̶n̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶a̶f̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶t̶r̶a̶v̶e̶l̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶b̶a̶c̶k̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶e̶a̶s̶t̶ ̶c̶o̶a̶s̶t̶ ̶f̶r̶o̶m̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶s̶t̶a̶y̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶I̶n̶d̶i̶a̶n̶a̶ ̶(̶s̶e̶e̶ ̶l̶a̶s̶t̶ ̶f̶e̶w̶ ̶p̶o̶s̶t̶s̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶h̶i̶g̶h̶l̶i̶g̶h̶t̶s̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶t̶r̶i̶p̶)̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶a̶m̶ ̶w̶o̶r̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶n̶o̶w̶.̶ ̶C̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶b̶a̶c̶k̶ ̶l̶a̶t̶e̶r̶.̶ ̶M̶u̶u̶u̶u̶u̶u̶u̶c̶h̶ ̶l̶a̶t̶e̶r̶.̶.̶.̶ ̶l̶o̶l̶.̶.̶.̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶I̶’̶l̶l̶ ̶p̶o̶s̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶p̶i̶e̶c̶e̶ ̶o̶n̶c̶e̶ ̶c̶o̶m̶p̶l̶e̶t̶e̶.̶ ̶(̶9̶:̶3̶9̶ ̶a̶.̶m̶ ̶E̶T̶ ̶U̶S̶)̶

Welcome to the new world. Your reality. One void of git, created entirely by you… and you… and you. It is your gift from the divine as each day dawns, for the rest of your existing, 3D life experience. Allow… and live in harmony with the cries of the earth.

 
I am alive. I breathe in the air of the present moment. I breathe out yesterday. I breathe in the life, the love the experience of the now. I breathe out the momentary logic that holds me on this plane of existence. I breathe in… expand. I breathe out… contract. Expand. Contract. Expand… And I am here.

Login to the individuality of yourself and discover the infinity of your health, your wealth, and the well of intel shelved, withheld, in wait of truth… of self.

At the airport in Indianapolis I had time to quietly contemplate the week gone by, a vacation from the everyday – cresting open into the forever of tomorrow. I sat in the cushioned, row-seat in the waiting area of Terminal B, Gate 6 at the airport in Indianapolis, IN on Tuesday awaiting my 5:59 p.m. flight to LaGuardia and back home to Long Island. It was surreal, and I’d invite it all in again.

I was home. Hiraeth of thought. As I closed my eyes, budded with the classical overtones of a liquid mind (thanks to Pandora radio), I traveled. The places I visited were of the here and now and of worlds running parallel in time and line. I was me living in multiple dimensions simultaneously; a fate easily obtained through meditation. I had tuned in to that part of myself we each hold near – that of soul… of our genuine self. It was wonderful! I was here and not here at the same time. I was living out alternate experiences while sitting still in that airport waiting area row seat. I was a passenger on each flight rising off the ground and into the sky, traveling to sites unknown with equal interest and vigor.

 
My meditative imagination ran wild with creativity. I saw all sorts of people and visited all kinds of places simply experiencing life on a scale beyond 3D.

It was real, as real as the coffee I just swigged from the ceramic cup I have steaming atop my desk as I write. It was a meeting with my higher self, the Oliver collective, and the Divine. The non-verbal communication offered gifts of knowing and of expression, a state of intangible dreams with sensory feelings as worldly as anything I’d experienced in the 3D realm. I played with the energies in the space. I allowed myself to travel with the experiences of those around me. I tapped in to the realities being played out by those nearby and I became one with their own minds. Yes… that’s what I said. I became one with the thoughts and experiences of random folks who just happened to be flying today, too.

I went to a business meeting in downtown Indy at a firm located in the Circle. I walked with the mother of four – all under 6 years old, as she navigated stores and shops along the canal. I breakfasted with a couple from Ireland and had dinner under the stars at the estate of some rich, fat cat in Carmel, IN. I also flew to Europe and landed at some airport there were I couldn’t read the signage. The language looked guttural, like German or something, but I didn’t have the ability to translate the written word. I did, however, feel what the words meant. Taxi and shuttle service this way… Bathrooms that way. Restaurants. Customs. Check in. Check out. I new what things meant. I just couldn’t read them. And, it was this adventure that rendered the most interesting results.

It was as if I was embodied inside that of another, sharing the human vehicle with a consciousness who had full wit about himself and the container we parceled. He was my host, so to speak. I was the walk-in. I have never had such an experience – at least when I was awake and not simply dreaming. It reminded me of the 1937 book, Star Maker by Olaf Stapledon, a story of purported fact made fiction whereby the main character, a disembodied human consciousness traveling through time and space to another reality where he finds hosts to “visit” and exist for chunks of time in order to experience the locale fare in experience and in emotion felt by the one hosting, then moves on to the next.

My host was a wealthy, older man. Mid to late 60’s I’d venture to guess. He was tall, thin, grey haired, blue-eyed behind contacts worn atop his medium brown irises. He was dressed in blue jeans and a polo shirt, with conservative gold accessories; necklace and watch, with sporty sun glasses to hide his escapades from the night before, and footed with Docksiders over sockless feet. He was cute for an older guy with an ego to match.

I stayed with this guy for what seemed like hours, all compressed into the 15 minutes of my meditation. I was also with others in entirely different locations at the very same time. I was having a multidimensional experience encapsulated within the 3D plane.

My host seemed oblivious to the share as we walked the streets of this foreign land… that is until he did! It was surreal. He stopped in front of a shop along a winding lane to look at his reflection, which, by the way, was the first glimpse I actually had of him. Prior to that I wasn’t sure what this form looked like. It was in the viewing that he noticed something. What exactly I am not sure, but I could tell because he looked, hesitated, drew his face closer and closer still to the glass mirror and looked deeply into his own eyes. Then he flinched backwards, his skin turning an ash grey as if he was about to pass out.

I could feel his emotions. Scattered. A rush of adrenaline as if danger had just presented, accompanied by a feeling of “WTF!” And he flinched backwards, fast, hard. And I knew he knew, but didn’t know at the same time. It was then that I simply popped out and back into my own body, sitting in the row chair at Terminal B. My eyes opened and I was smirking in delight. Whatever had just occurred was a new experience, one I knew was possible through a synergy of “state of open mind” available in a neutral space like an airport, with that of a “allowance through frequency” control, achieved through, in this case, meditation. As I sat there in complete awe of the experience of expansion just had, I was reminded of the words of the Oliver collective, said at top. Login.

When you dare to open up to the pathway of Hiraeth, wishes morph into a cartooned version of the reality of your imagination. Allow the magic.

 

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