If you love Me, you cannot but see Me (excerpt from `FOAL and the Angels`)

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“Foal, take note of this.

To love Me is to see Me everywhere.

In every ray, in every speck of dust, in every smile, in every tear, in every face.

If you love Me, you cannot but see Me.

Now Foal, you have to write this and spread it to the world, for there is hunger and there is thirst . . . the world is famished for My Word.

This kind of hunger is buried deep, and it goes unnoticed until it explodes within and makes hearts crave.

Hearts pulsate again filled with longing, alive and conscious once more.”

Feeling overwhelmed and a little sullen, Foal muttered under his breath, “And You really think I can do this?”

“You will try and you will see and you will know.

The Words of God have a long way to go.”

And so God Supreme, chuckling to Himself, was gone, once again, somewhere, and Foal didn’t know how to follow.

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“Your job is to remember, to learn to remember, just that.” (excerpt from FOAL and the Angels)

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When I woke up after this dream I was amazed, if not stunned, by the enormity and complexity of the knowledge passed on.
My mind was in a whirlpool, ooohhhh `ing at every bit of the dream I remembered.
And beside the great discovery of the importance of emotions, I felt particularly intrigued and bewildered by the fact that in the span of possibly a few minutes, I had “LIVED” 3 or 4 lives. Like in really `lived`.
But how can I put this experience into words? Because `experience` it was !
It is not possible to express the impossible by human standards.
But since this was one of the most profound dreams I ever had, of course I had to insert it in the story of FOAL and the Angels. Yet although I really tried to express it the best I could, I know that I was not able to give it justice. To give it justice, you`d have to multiply the intensity and profundity of my words by one thousand! 🙂
P.S. In this excerpt of course the subject would be not me, but `he`, that is FOAL, but, as for the rest, I reported the dream exactly as it was. To the tiniest iota !! 🙂

LITTLE DOT DREAM

He was suspended in space, watching this peculiar scene unfolding in front of his eyes in such strange landscape the like of which he had never seen before.
There were these two planes where the action was taking place. One was the “above” plane, like a station platform for arrivals and departures, and the other, the “below” plane, like possibly the Earth plane.
There were many tiny black dots coming and going from one plane to the other in a very busy way, coming and going, coming and going.
He knew he was one of the dots and that all of them, after duly receiving instructions, were kind of diving into this `below` place down there.
Foal could not see who was giving the instructions , but he knew they were the Big Teachers.
When his turn came, they explained to him how once `down there`, his job was to remember, to learn to remember, just that.

They went on warning they will send experience after experience to help him remember, and if he didn`t, they will keep sending the same experience all over again, till he did.

The little dot that was Foal felt certain he had understood all and was quite confident he could do this. Consequently he dived in, incarnating in a life again.
Once there, the little dot did get his share of `experience` , pretty heavy stuff indeed, but felt sure he had managed to learn and remember. He was actually proud he had been able to do his job as told.

Quite happy with himself he went back `Up-there`, and after a short while was sent into another life again.
This time the little dot that was Foal felt pretty cozy and smug inside, knowing that he had overcome the learning `experience` and was looking forward to having an easier life this time around.

But lo and behold! he gets himself exactly the same experience he had thought he had already mastered.
He is so disappointed and surprised at the same time, and cannot understand why.
He had definitely remembered to remember, he felt he had learned his lesson, he had gone through all the hardships and seen through them…. WHY ??
Why did he have to go through it all again ? It was totally unfair.
So when it was his time to go back `Up there` again, he rushed to his teachers and protested :
“I did all you told me to do, why did you send me the same experience all over again ?”

And so the Teachers told him :
“But you have to say it. You have to say it out loud.”

So the poor little dot dived in there again and had to go through the same experience once more, but this time he was furiously thinking and repeating to himself as if in a craze :
“ I have to say it out loud, I have to say it out loud, must remember to say it out loud, otherwise it will happen again, I don`t want it to happen again, I don`t want it to happen again !” and then he shouted, “I learned my lesson well !!”

The watching Foal could not help but laugh.
“It is so totally hilarious watching myself from above “he thought. He considered how the little dot was himself all right, but also how from this vantage point he felt some sort of distance , of space that gave him clarity.
Yet the little dot that was Foal, well, wasn`t he serious about it !!

As his time came and he had to go back “Up there” again, he ran to the Teachers and blurted out in one big breath
“ I learned, I learned my lesson well !
I learned how it is the power of experience and pain that helps us remember, no, no, rather the Power of Emotions most of all.
YES, this is what we have to learn…the Power that strong emotions generate brings us to final understanding and remembering.

And still quite breathless, Foal woke up.
Wow …this Angels` School was getting tough.
His head was in a whirlpool once again, as he was trying to make order of all the various insights flushing simultaneously his mind . His head felt tightly packed with new understandings and totally nebulous at the same time.

Then for an instant the smoggy clouds in his head parted and he saw it. Since the very first, the Angels and God Supreme Himself had been constantly asking him to state his questions out loud, just as the Teachers in the dream had instructed him to do.
Got it, he thought.
For whatever reason, it seems it is of the utmost importance to do so…
Very good to know ! it would spare him quite a few trials , but still he couldn`t grasp the reason why.
“Must remember to ask about this next time I have a chance to”, mused Foal.

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NO-MAN`S LAND… dream or Astral Journey ? Whatever ! I met my Mom in Spirit land !!

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Again I don`t know if this was a dream or if I actually astral-journeyed somewhere, but it was as real as it gets ! or, if possible, more real than it gets !! and to me it couldn`t get more profound or incredible than it already is ! Before I go on, I would like to say that any remarks about the color of the skin in this article are meant simply  to describe the dream as it was. I love people of every race and color, and am myself married to a man of the `yellow ( 🙂 ) race ! As for the big black guards, I guess they were `leftover images/symbols` from watching the movie Black Diamonds .

December 12, 2009 6.20 am.
NO-MAN’S-LAND DREAM
I am walking in the Panama Strait (or what for some reason I believe is the Panama Strait). It feels like I am going from the Pacific Ocean side to the Atlantic Ocean side. The strait looks like the bed of a half-exsiccated river.
I am flying above it. I can see big ships, black metallic ships, going through either the few little patches of water left or through the patches of dry sand.
In the dry patches the black ships have to be pulled by many iron wires attached to some kind of machine.
As I look at this from above, I wonder why they would try to cross here through this big dried up country rather than going around South America.
And I hear the answer in my head, somebody telling me that even in spite of these difficulties, it is shorter than going around the continent.
I am walking now in the center of this dried-up canal, which looks more like a wide sandy dirt road, and really looks more and more like an African landscape to me.

Anyway I walk and walk and then I arrive at this check post, where there are militaries, big black African-looking guys in kaki Bermuda-pants with big guns. Very much like the big black military guys in the movie Black Diamonds that I had just seen (this may have influenced this image). They look pretty mean and dangerous.

A few meters beyond the check post there is a pretty wide intersection of dirt roads.
I see an old truck 30-40 meters in front of me, and as I look on, it starts to head off. As I go on walking in the same direction, I notice a ‘plump’ eggplant, really beautiful and so purple and all shiny, in front of my feet, and then another and another, in a straight line, some 2 feet apart.
I realize they are falling from the truck. All those beautiful purple eggplants were left one by one right in front of my path, like big ripe fruits to follow.

I start picking a few up and have my hands full, when I see some soldiers go after that truck. They stop the truck and forcefully take the driver away, like a prisoner or as if he has to be punished . For what ? just for having dropped some eggplants?? I am puzzled.
He is also an African-looking black guy, but not as big as the others, and not mean looking. Here for the first time I have this feeling that he had dropped the eggplants on purpose and for my sake.
They are rough with him and the man looks scared.

Seeing this, I reason that to avoid problems with the mean militaries I’d better leave the eggplants where they were. So I drop them.
I see these soldiers tie some thick rope 2-3 times around this man’s torso and hang him by it off a big single tree that was standing in a small yard-like clearing. They start swinging him. The man is pleading; don’t know exactly what they are doing to him.

Then I walk back towards the military check-post. I need some indications, so I go there.
One black soldier is  sitting on a wooden chair outside of the ‘police station’ and looks bored and sullen.
I wonder whether there is anybody who speaks English there, so I approach him tentatively saying “English…? English ??”
The man grunts something like Yes and another man comes out of the small wooden hut that was the post. They do look big and threatening, big black surly muscled guys and heavily armed .

I explain the best I can and in a very explicit manner that I need to go through this canal, because I have to get to the other side of the continent, and that I need directions and a guide.
They seem to listen to what I say but in a grudging way. Yet it feels like for some reason they have to oblige me. So I turn around, point at the man dangling from the tree who was being further tortured, and very deliberately say (and gosh, I am so lucid and conscious of what I want here):
” And I would like that man to be my Guide, to take me on the journey.”

Don’t know why I seem to be in this position to just so very casually ask for things and to have to be obliged.
Still the feeling is I somehow know they cannot refuse me, and it is uncanny indeed to see little me talk so brazenly to these big black mean giants with annoyed faces, and make extreme requests as if it was no big deal.

I go near the tree and look up at this man, who has now curled his legs up in fear, still dangling from the tree.
There is now another big black man under the tree but he is not a military. He is dressed in a rough-fabric long draping garment or robe like a long tunic, maybe a priest or a religious figure, but I perceive a rather slimy vicious energy there.
He is holding a pair of tiny, very tiny blue plastic scissors and has a sneer on his face. Actually, and can’t explain why, I know he is going to cut the dangling man`s testicles.
Funny thing again, I go there and confront him as if I were in all my rights and tell him very decisively that he has to stop, and I say very, very clearly:`This man  is now with me, he comes with me to show me on.` As if this was enough to let him go free …
The priest-like figure doesn’t look a bit happy about this, but again it seems he has to comply.
The ‘swinging’ man from the tree looks at me with unbelieving eyes, like he couldn’t believe what was happening,

Then can`t remember why but I am back at the check post and am speaking to the military again, explaining something about my situation again, that I am traveling from one ocean to the other and must cross the continent, but it is a bit blurry here. As I speak though, I turn slightly around and literally stop dead in my track.

Mamma is there, a few meters away from me. I can see her from the side. She is walking straight on at a fast pace, completely focused like looking for something.
For a few seconds I stand still and mute, completely speechless, I can’t believe it.
Then I shout “Mamma, Mamma!” and start running towards her.
She turns around and says “Lory, Lory” and we hug and hug.

This is a very emotional moment, so real, so warm.
We hug, we embrace, we stroke each other’s back, I hold her so close and caress her back, saying “Mamma, Mamma” over and over again.
I can feel everything, she is so real, so tangible, palpable, it’s amazing.
I touch her, and pat her, all the time very lucidly thinking `How is it possible ? She is dead.` ( I was so conscious while in there, so incredibly `thinking` ! )
And to make sure she is really her and alive, I even pinch her gently on the sides. And I can feel her flesh, real warm flesh … my mind screams inside my head `But she is dead!`… for a tiny instant I feel totally overwhelmed by the absurdity of this experience. But then Love floods all over me again, and all the rest feels so irrelevant .

So much Love, warmth, emotion, comfort, reassurance, happiness, joy, can’t describe. She hugs me back and I can feel everything. Just everything !
Then she says (in Italian of course) :
“Mio Dio, Lory, menomale ! Ti abbiamo cercato tanto !”
(My God, Lory, thank goodness ! We have looked for you so hard!”)

I ask her then if Papa’ is there too, and she says:
”Si’, c’e’ anche Papa’, e’ rimasto piu’ indietro, sta arrivando .”
(“Yes, Papa’ is here too, he is a bit behind, but he is coming.”) And this is so like her, she was always the quick one, the one going first.

And as I look  back at this dirt street, the one she had been coming from, I see that there are many other people also coming from that direction.
But they look stranded with this strange look in their eyes, not knowing where they are or where to go, and their clothes are worn off.
I think they were all Caucasian-looking (or `mixed`), not black as the guards.
But Papa’ is not among them. And I must say I feel relieved at this. It didn’t look like a nice group to be part of. And I wouldn’t have liked to see him among them.

Then we must have decided to start preparing for the next leg of the journey.
The feeling here  is that  now we go together.
I am standing in front of this narrow wooden table.
On the table there is a cardboard box and I am filling it with the eggplants of before, maitake mushrooms and then also oranges, mandarins and other fruits, all so beautifully ‘plump’, truly beautiful almost shiny fruits. I am packing all the provisions I think we may need in our journey.

I have almost filled it up to the top, when a big tall black soldier comes near me and looks in with suspicious eyes.
I turn to him very nonchalantly and explain everything, how it is all right, that I am allowed to be here, that all has been cleared etc. etc.
He looks sullen, but doesn’t say anything, and just stands there looking.

Mamma must be somewhere near, I think.
I know that I am waiting for Papa’ to arrive and start our journey together.
All of a sudden and so unexpectedly a very surprising thing happens.
I hear a man’s voice, as the voice of a narrator at the end of some TV drama episode, a voice talking from somewhere above me and saying :

“AND HERE THE EXPLOSION OCCURRED.”

Like the last scene promising me another episode …
And I woke up.
God, I certainly didn’t want to wake up.

Reflections

What a dream … again I am immersed in `THAT` world so completely . Totally.
Now, after waking up, I keep going back there with my mind.
Mom and Dad were desperately looking for me.
Was I in such precarious condition??
Was I in more danger than I thought ? … Because I had been trying to reach to the `Other Side`?? But I didn’t feel in real danger. It may have felt somewhat risky at times, but it also felt like for some reason I had a right to be there, and that was why the guards could not refuse me or my requests. I have no idea why that would be so, though.

Was this the place in between the two big waters, the two big oceans, the interconnecting canal from this life to the other, to the Other Side ??
In this respect it would make sense that Mamma and Papa’ could walk those ‘streets’. They passed away years ago, Dad in 1994 and  Mom in 2006.

And all those “stranded-looking-people”, are they the Lost Souls who do not know how to get through ???
And then the Guide … actually I don’t know what happened of the ‘swinging-from-the-tree-man’ that was supposed to guide me.
Don’t remember seeing him again. But anyway the dream stopped half-way. Yet, why did I have to go and save my own Guide ?? I thought Guides were supposed to save us …
At first I  thought the driver of the truck had been caught because he had negligently dropped the eggplants, but, most probably, he was just showing me the way and got  punished because of this. Something, I assume, that must have been out of their rules, something not allowed there maybe.

And the `explosion`… mmm, this is intriguing. In other occasions too, either in dreams or other astral experiences, it has happened that when I hear an explosion, there is a change of dimensions. And since I woke up right at that moment, that would make sense. From `their` dimension I came back to my `awake` dimension.
And I can’t help being reminded of the words I heard years ago. I was sleeping very very deeply, but somehow I knew I was going to wake up. And here is when I heard somebody saying in a very strong, clear voice:

“THEY TOOK A SECOND AND SPLIT IT INTO A NANO-SECOND, AND IN THE EXPLOSION THE IMAGE OF OTHER UNIVERSE (S) REVERSE (S).”
It was a man`s voice, such a strong self-assured voice, like a statement or a declaration.
I have little scientific background, so these messages (it was not the first) are just beyond the stretch of my knowledge or intelligence. Maybe a physicist would know the meaning of this…..
( and, by the way, who are ‘They’ ??)

Feelings:
Unhappy to wake up, but so very happy to have really touched and hugged Mamma, so PHYSICALLY, so emotionally, so ‘REALLY’.
Can only pray for the next episode to be shown to me ….

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INITIATION DREAM or OBE ?

pond dream painting by ANDREW BOERGER, my dear friend who paints my dreams

When I had this dream, I classified it as a dream and not an OBE, because even if I was making very lucid and rational decisions in there and had a precise agenda, it felt different from the usual OBEs in my room, where I really felt I moved as if I was completely awake. But now, after reading many posts of other fellow astral travelers, I wonder whether it was in fact an astral projection, one that I was not conscious enough to bring back as a memory.
Now I suppose that I`ll let my journal speak again .

January 22, 2008 4-4.30 am (Full Moon in Leo)

I am out in a strange land on a strange long arduous trip in the mountain woods.
We (there is group of us) have to go through many kinds of difficult tests and trials, like an initiation maybe.
There is this very big man with us, our Guide it seems, and he comes and tells me that we have passed the tests and we can go back.
And then he adds :
” But you have to meet someone before you go back.”

He explains how this was a very special Being, but that I had to be very careful, because he was easily scared and may run away.

He goes away for a few moments and comes back with a strange Being indeed, a small man, not human but alike.
He has a long face, jaw a little drooping, eyes kind of clouded, eyelids half closed. His body is a little different too. Long arms limp at his sides, trousers as long as a little below his knees and an open shirt on his bare chest, a little apish in the whole.
At first glance, he looks very shy and as if he is mentally retarded, certainly not an intelligent or smart face, quite the contrary, yet I can feel his intelligence and just seem to know in my heart he is a special Being.

I take much care in moving my arms slowly so not to scare him away, and make some light gestures to start a communication and make friends. I like this guy very much and want to communicate this feeling to him.
He is looking at me, just looking at me, me making all these gestures.
At first, no reaction at all, but then after a few moments, it seems he finally understands some of my gestures and face expressions.

All of a sudden I see his eyes brightening up in understanding .
He looks incredibly happy. He totally glows with joy.
We realize we are actually communicating in Love and friendship; I can see it from his face, and this realization makes me so happy too.
He opens his arms widely and lightly beats his chest in joy in an orangutan-ish sort of way. He gives me a huge smile and gets closer to hug me.
I hug him back in great happiness, with big pats on his back.

I very deeply know and feel I made a friend, a very special one and that I am receiving something very powerful from him.
He cannot speak, it seems, or at least it is a different language, made of some kind of grunts.
But I know it is such an honor I could make friends with him.

And now that all our trials and tests are finished and that I have met this guy, it seems we can finally go back home.

But somebody had mentioned somewhere before in the dream that a young girl had gone missing and it seems she is the daughter of the big man who is guiding us.
I don’t know why, but these words stayed in my mind.

As I am finally leaving to go back home and walking on a dirt path around this little eerie lake-pond, I see a small body floating head down in the water.

It is dark, like almost night, but I can see because of the moonlight.
I can easily see her body floating life-less or conscious-less in the far side of the pond among water plants and weeds beyond a tree which has its roots in the pond.

For a moment, bewildered, I stare at her and wonder why nobody has gone to help her, but then I realize that for some reason nobody else can see her. For one tiny fraction of a second I hesitate, I so want to go home, but I know I must do this, because I seem to be the only one who sees her. So after all it is not over yet, the biggest and hardest trial of all is still in front of me .
The last test before I can go back …

The pond with its dim light looks beautiful and eerie, but so spooky and scary at the same time, with this strange tree rooted in the waters and all the floating weeds and with the body of this girl motionless in the far side of it.

If I dive to save her, I may never be able to make it … just now that we are at the end of the journey…
I look at the pond again.
Then in one quick movement I dive and swim across the reeds and water plants, that look like weeds or kelp.

I start strongly, but after a few strokes I feel my limbs losing strength, going numb.
My arms and legs feel so heavy and it feels like I have to move tons to go forward.
Everything feels as if in slow motion and my limbs are getting heavier and heavier, as if something is strongly pulling me down underwater.
I feel the darkness there. It`s pulling at me.
My mind too starts feeling a great numbness.

I realize I’m losing consciousness and they are dragging me down in the water. It would be the end of all.
For a moment I feel like I’m letting go, it is just too much for me, I feel so tired, I want to let go and go down.
But then I see the girl right in front of me and she is so close to me, just a few strokes.

All of a sudden, I feel a spark in me, some great strength and sense of rebellion arises with a thought “No ! I won’t let them stop me !”, and I literally bounce back and start swimming with such fury, in simply an unconceivable and impossible manner from a human parameter.

I reach to the girl, haul her over my shoulders with superhuman strength, start swimming again with unbelievable power, and when I get to the fence in the middle of the pond (kind of a wooden barricade some 40-50 cm. tall), I literally throw her over it as if she weighed nothing and then haul myself over it in a display of incredible will and strength.

I know I am exhausted, but I move in a fury of Energy.
It is not human strength . It just can’t be.
I swim the last yards with the girl on my shoulder and then throw her on the shore, which becomes a house, her house.

The girl is moving, she is alive but still lying down.

Her father, our big guide, is there and is so surprised and happy.
And I feel so happy too that I had not given in and that I had made it .
I am happy I had finally believed in the power in me .

The thing is though that I know (and must have known in the dream too most probably) that the strength found in myself at the last minute (when I really thought I was going to die), was not really mine, but had come from the encounter with that special Being.

It felt like I had received this special Power from him, that it was given to me at the very end of the journey because it was the very thing I needed to overcome the final test.
But first I had to win his trust .

That was the reason why, but I’m assuming here, the Guide had told me that I had to meet somebody special before being able to go back. I truly HAD to meet him to be able to make it back .

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Now that I am awake I still remember vividly the dread of being pulled down and feeling my limbs go numb, losing strength.

A moment of scare, but overcome.

I remember the pond, so dark and weird and scary looking, but beautiful in its own darkness.

And the sense of euphoria and elation at the end for having made it and saved the girl.

I remember the spurt of willed up Energy with which I made the last feet to the girl and when I hauled her over the fence in the middle of the pond. I was in a frenzy, but I felt the strength and Power in me surging up.

But who was him, the special Being ??

I truly believe it was an INITIATION.
The long arduous trip, the many trials, the trust won and this special Being who gives me the last strength necessary to my last big trial, the sense of Inner Strength, the searching and the goal.
Thank you Lord for this beautiful dream.

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“Sharing your Light” Archangel Chamuel , from FOAL and the Angels

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“Sharing your Light, Foal.
What Humans are supposed to do on Earth , share their Light.
And make it ONE.
With such great Resonance that all Universe will be witness to it.

Share your Light with the small and the big, the good and the bad, the base and the lofty.
SHARE YOUR LIGHT.

Humans are mostly concerned with talking of sharing, but rarely do they truly share.
You still don’t see that Light is Information and brings Information.
In sharing Light, you will be sharing Information with All.
You all miss the point in trying to control.
You can never control the Light of another, yet you can share it.”

Foal listened, spellbound.
The Archangel pronounced these last words with such ineffable beauty, Foal felt instantly and totally entranced.
The Great Angel continued:

“God’s Breath is Light .
When Light was infused into your cells, you came to be.
The spark of Life into the cells is Light.
Light is part of your Soul.

Little brains think themselves big.
But the real Source is not in the brain.
The real Source is the Light you hold inside.
The Light you emanate in every action, in every word, in every thought you generate.

Talk to me in the great Silence of your Soul.
Where I come from, you come from.
It is the Source, the very Beginning , the very End.
It is the Soul of the Universe.
It gives Life to All.
It is the Wind of the Universe.
It gives power as energy to all.

Each little rock, meteor, comet.
All is pulsating with Life.
The Breath of the Universe pulsating into it.
The Prana of the Soul, the Prana of Spirit is in everything, EVERYWHERE.

The Life you have in you is part of the Life of All.
It is yours, but not only yours.
It is yours, but it is shared by All.

I am a field of Energy and I have always been around.
I have known you forever and you know who I AM. “

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