Getting Along; yes, it is possible--

One of the things I do on occasion is look for instances depicted in ancient art or artifacts where dragons and humans are shown together.

There are many examples of dragons and humans depicted together, historically speaking. 

By dragons, can you humor me here with a lump category of dragons and just understand by dragons, I'm talking Anunnaki, Dragons, Reptilians, Draelians, Dracos, Lizards, Serpents, Angels, Demons, Aliens, and whoever else I can't think of right now?  By all of the aforementioned, I mean anyone not "human" looking, thanks.  Here-to-forth-with also referred to as Them for the sake of trying to keep this simple.

Now then, throughout history, there are loads of depictions of dragons and humans together.  For example, the Asians, in ancient times, believed their nobility and/or ruling class were people who were either dragons or part dragon and from the sky.  Not sure how that mentality in their culture goes now, but that did need to be said.  Also there were other ancient cultures who believed much the same thing--look at South American ancient beliefs and what was/is depicted, not to mention those of some native cultures in Africa, and North America.

I'm going to stick my neck out here--yes, my human little neck--and say some things.  This may be to my detriment, it may not be, I don't know, but I'm just going to toss some things out for consideration.

When speaking about modern day culture/humans, unfortunately "modern" thinking doesn't allow for differences.  If someone believes in something they cannot see, then that is understood that that person has "faith" that it exists.  If said belief is something that is taken as faith that it exists, then it must be "like" they themselves, meaning anything appearing to be different is "bad" or "evil" because it is not "like" them, regardless of whatever proof there could possibly be that said "different" being/entity/person is not harmful.

I'm pretty damn sure I'm human.  That said, I'm one of "Theirs" meaning I am considered family, as is my human family here, and I consider Them to be my family.  My invisible people/dragons have treated me better than some humans I've encountered during the course of this lifetime.  I know I'm one of Theirs and I have familial status and continue to have this status, for lack of a better way to put it, because I was married to one of them in a previous life a long time ago.  I adore them and they hold me in very high regard and treat me as they do those of their own kind in spite of the fact that I'm human.

My children have been taught not to fear Them.  My husband and I had to learn how to think outside the box of organized religion and differences, for lack of a better way to put this--I will explain what I mean by this.  

 

For our children, there is no box, therefore they have no fear of differences in the context of hate/bullying.  Unfortunately, other people do not bring their children up to understand that there can be new or different people and that it is acceptable and even normal for "different" to be as it is.  This is why there are hate crimes and bullying--people fear what is different.  That fear comes out as hate and bullying.  

 

That is why acceptance of Them would be seen as a crime against humanity because of Them being so different--humans would hate the other humans who have no issue with Them.  (I experienced this on a very personal level when I made the mistake of allowing someone who had a very bad mentality regarding Them to get to know my invisible people.  This person thought they were going to put me in the position of choosing my "friendship" and I use that word loosely here, between themselves or  my Dragons.  Let's just say that human didn't like the choice I made and it was that person's problem, not mine.  I didn't choose that human's "friendship" over my Dragons based on like choosing like, if you get my meaning.)

That is why I remain in the closet, so to speak.

What do I know about Them, "my" Dragons?

I know they are like us, we are like them.  There are good ones, there are bad ones.  They have families.  There are things which are sometimes communicated that are strange because there are like lapses in translation, so to speak.  That can make things interesting sometimes.  Being told that mine are Dragonkin was given to me with the understanding that that is what their half and half appearance is, or how they refer to it when they are not in Dragon form nor human form, but the in between. 

Speaking of appearance, unfortunately, I have zero drawing ability, so I cannot "draw" them and then put them out as an "idea" of someone to illustrate.  I wish I did have that ability--I would draw those who I have seen and share it as "art" because that would be less inflammatory or controversial.

They do not interfere in free will or decisions I make.  They do not control me.  I think for myself.

They are not emotionless nor evil.  They are objective and unselfish, which is a damn sight more pleasant to deal with than most other humans.

I've come to realize that there really isn't much chance for acceptance for what people there are like me who accept Them and that is fine.

But before any who is not human go judging ANY and ALL humans by whatever standards and saying all humans look for negativity and want to sensationalize the fear factor, etc., please think again before saying it.  This is the kind of bullshit that continues to be divisive on many levels and I think it's a sad thing.

 

It's what  keeps thought processes from moving forward.

Serendipity; or, making connections--

Obviously for some time now, this blog has been quiet and with good reason. (It's a rather long story, one I won't bore you with right now.)

The most current post I had made was about the topic of some ruins which I have encountered during my nightly adventures.

Sweet Serendipity, I adore you.

One of the things I do for enjoyment is research. Yes, you read correctly. Research. As in. "I'm a geeky kind of girl, the kind you don't take home to--" No, wait, that song reference, the silliness of it is even rather serendipitous, in a manner of speaking. I shall endeavor to not make any further reference to Super Geek and get back to the reason for this post.

Serendipity what--struck? Visited? Clicked? Connected? Something, in such case.

Anyway, as I was saying, today was like any other normal day for me for the most part. After everyone was home for the day, the tv was on and I happened to be watching Ancient Aliens. (Bear with me.)

I look up at some point to see a picture of a large statue of Gilgamesh. Now keep in mind that I've seen quite a few pictures of Gilgamesh whilst doing research.

Something in my brain connected or Serendipity clicked or something because it hit me from somewhere in my head. Gilgamesh is holding a lion.

Read that again. Gilgamesh is holding a lion.

And you're probably wondering what my point is.

Think about the previous post with the ruins about the communal or common space with two sizes of things. Large for Anunnaki. Small for humans. Gilgamesh is holding a lion.

Gilgamesh was/is an Anunnaki.

Are you starting to see a connection here? Those ruins exist somewhere, just like Gilgamesh existed somewhere and was large enough to hold a lion.

I had only recently began to wonder about the time frame those ruins I knew of existed in and now I have a general idea, so this is a puzzle piece that really fell into place for me.

The next thing which fell into place for me maybe an hour later, at the most, was something someone said on the tv. Again, it was Ancient Aliens, although it was a different episode. It was about genetics.

Yes, this involves geekery again, which should not surprise you.

Ten years ago, I had the great fortune of meeting a medical student online. For several years before that, I had been working on some fiction and come up with several theories regarding plausibility of certain things, although not knowing enough of how to research something as majorly delicate about the genetics, I knew a broader range of where I wanted to go, but not certain about how to go about getting there. (Think having a travel itinerary that is a choose your own adventure type of thing. Unlimited resources and destinations, but none of it in a language you can comprehend, other than it's a basic language and that's all that you know.)

I finally get typed out what I wished to convey in my plot and inquired if my friend would be kind enough to indulge me and read it, telling me if it was actually plausible or not, since this person was in med school to be a geneticist.

She was kind enough to oblige and said I was on the right track overall, corrected a few things with my wording and I hung onto that material. Three years ago, I utilized it very specifically in my plot.

Three years later as in now, today, literally almost to the day because yes, I checked that on the file date here on my hard drive, there is someone on tv speaking about the very same theory I had come up with and verified with a geneticist on plausibility.

In a previous post, I said to be careful what you wish for, you might just get it.

Yes, I got it, all right.

And S is so freaking amused by all of this.

S: You thought you wouldn't ever get an answer about that life experience, didn't you?

Me: I thought perhaps not. Now that I have, I have to say it's nice to know I'm not as crazy as I thought I was for remembering something like that.

S: Are you satisfied with that? Knowing you are not crazy, as you say. You already knew you were not.

Me: Okay.

S: This was another reminder. Will you think of it in that manner?

Me: I hear you.

And here we are. Serendipitous connections made, validation on such a deep level that I cannot even remotely begin to really share or verbalize or type exactly how much it means to me to have this. I have been on the right path, there's just perhaps been some weeds in the way. They have been most graciously and serendipitously removed by S, for which I am quite grateful.

Irreverence be thy name--

Having been reminded that I have not posted here in some time, I decided to post something which is a theory, which means, of course, there is no proof.

I figure if people with degrees in astronomy can look skyward and try to find planets that are similar to here, they are not thinking far enough outside the box to consider all the possibilities of what other places could harbor far different life forms, if they can even remotely guess what those planets could be like. Evidently those people cannot think about what different kinds of persons could live on other planets that have qualities other than what is here.

Clearly, said astronomers are not making any sort of connection that they should be thinking outside the box.

Tossing out another thing for consideration. Skin cells. Miniature scales? Just wanted to put that thought out for someone to think about because I'm helpful that way.

Nightly Traveling--been there twice--

A friend and I were talking when I mentioned a dream I'd had a couple of times last year. Now she knows my theory regarding traveling while the body is asleep, so I did tell her that it was something I'd work on typing out so she could read it.

She read it once I typed it and commented it might be suited for posting here, so here it is.

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This is a dream I’ve had twice, but I’m not sure if it’s an actual memory or not because it’s like when I’m there, I’m myself and it’s familiar like I remember on some level, but it’s just maybe been a really long time.

I have on a long white dress or gown. It’s long, though, long enough for me to pick up the front in my hands so I can run without tripping over the front of it.

There is a lake to my left and a sloping hill with green grass, so I’m running along the edge of the water to where it’s shallow. There are rather large pebbles interspersed on the sand beneath, so I feel them under my feet and sort of curl my toes around them while I’m running toward something and kind of push off against them to try to run faster; they aren’t hurting my feet.

The water splashes on my lower legs a little bit, but it doesn’t really get my dress wet because I’m holding it to just about where my knees are. The water isn’t overly cold, but a comfortable temperature. There is a source of light, so I’m going to word it like the sun was shining and it seemed to be behind me or off to my back and the right. I’m running toward something, not away from something and what I’m running toward is ruins. It’s a huge structure with doors and windows, and I’m going to explore what I can.

There’s a door, which I open and go through into a corridor or hallway. I can’t remember what color it was, but there were several doors. I chose one off to the right and opened it.

The room was rather dark, but not because it was dark inside, but more like the walls were a darker color. To the right was a sitting area that was a size for humans. Opposite it at the left was a wall, which had a recessed alcove some feet above. It was not because those who used it wanted to look down on the humans, but because they were large, tall people who needed an area of that size and height. It was a communal area, set up for both humans and a larger, taller people, perhaps Anunnaki.

I realize the walls were a deep almost cranberry color, and the stuff to sit on in a dark brown leather type material. I walked past the open area to the right to a doorway without a door. It was a corridor of sorts, which led up to the sitting area for the big, tall people. I went up there and looked down, understanding that it was not for them to look down upon the humans, but the size differential was necessary and it was a communal visiting or sitting area.

Somehow, I was able to pick up on an image of what it had been like when the room had had people in it of both kinds, the large ones and the humans. There had been light casting a warm, golden glow and the general feeling had been of goodness, getting along, and much affection in spite of the size difference between the people who had been there together, almost like family.

The first time I had that dream, that was all there was to it. The second time was a bit different.

The second time, after looking at the area from above, I went back the way I came, to go back outside. I followed the wall of the ruins and finally came upon another door, although I passed several with the knowledge that those weren’t the doors I was looking for. The building or buildings or ruins were again on my right, the lake shore to my left, this time with sand along the edge.

Finally coming to the door I was searching for, I went through it. There was a hallway of sorts, but it also had stairs along the length of the wall—sometimes curved, sometimes straight, but upward.

There were scattered doors along the length here and there, but again, I continued, noticing the occasional crack in the stairs and along walls, as if there’d been an earthquake of some sort. I had no idea how long this place had been in such shape, but I kept going. At one point, I wondered if any of the ruins were not stable or steady enough to hold my weight, but I knew they were.

The stairs were not steep and the top part of each one was wide, so the stairs were rather shallow.

Finally, the hallway stopped with an opening and I stepped through. On my right were windows, but no glass. It was open to an expansive and amazingly beautiful view of the landscape with some buildings, but the way they were built was in conjunction with the landscape so that nothing actually built looked man-made but blended in naturally and gave a conservation type appearance to the land. There were sort of mountain-y hills and trees.

There was still a wall to my left, but it was low and I followed it, noticing the floor was wood. I turned the corner and there was an open room like a schoolroom or playroom with several pieces of furniture, which appeared to be desks. Somehow, I knew there were two brothers and perhaps another child or two, perhaps even three of them, who had played and learned there. I could feel the echoes of a memory, almost like an image in my mind of the two brothers who were a little older sitting at the desks and learning, the younger children playing with the toys on the floor.

I recognized it had been where someone I actually knew had learned at some point when they were young. A few toys were scattered on the floor. It wasn’t difficult to see because of the open to the outdoors expanse of glassless window behind me.

Then I walked to the wall, which was opposite the doorway I’d walked through. I had no idea of any directional area per se, such as north or whatever. From that open space in the wall, I was able to see water and I knew it was still a part of the lake. I went back the way I had entered the room and stopped just around the corner to notice something embedded within the wall, as if it was framed to be art.

It was art; the work of a child, shiny pieces of what appeared to be whole tile worked into a mosaic with bright colors of blues and greens with some red on a mostly white background. There were several cracks in it, along with the wall, but I carefully reached over and touched it lightly. Whoever had made it and when, I didn’t know, although I did know it was one of the older boys who had created it.

There was another picture embedded in the wall nearby which was similar and yet different. Still childlike in the design, the colors utilized were slightly different and again, like the other, it was cracked, both above it, through it, and below it. I touched both pictures very carefully so I wouldn’t disturb the pieces of the tile or the wall and it was then I realized the walls were like stucco, then I turned to go.

Walking back the way I came and back down the not steep stairs, it was then that I woke up.

Comments to ponder--

Recently, I was involved in a conversation with S, in which he told me something interesting.

"Those who can think outside the box, do so, and are able to achieve. Those who do not see the sky is limitless limit themselves and they find they are unable to release that which prevents them from achieving what they most desire."

In other words, the very thing someone may think they want may be the very thing keeping them from their deepest desire because they cannot release it in order to achieve it--keep in mind, that is different from working to achieve a goal.

It sounds rather simple and complicated at the same time. Sometimes I do wonder about some of the things he tells me.

And sometimes, I don't wonder about it, I just type it out to think about later.

And the perspective changes--

S and I had a discussion once upon a time about how things categorically are not necessarily always the same for everyone.

We agreed that this was an objective worth learning and a good perspective to have.

I cannot tell you how many times I see discussions on forums, topics varying, and how if someone doesn't agree with what has been posted or offers a different perspective than that of everyone else, that someone then gets hassled for being negative and a naysayer, regardless of how polite they have tried to discuss their differing perspective.

Really, people? Really?

Why all the hate to someone who is capable of thinking even further outside the box?

If you cannot get past the fact that another person's perspective can be just as valuable as your own--wait a moment. Let's look at that again, shall we?

If you cannot get past the fact that another person's perspective can be just as valuable--one more time looking for key words here.

If YOU cannot get past the fact that ANOTHER PERSON'S perspective can be just as valuable--what words are in all caps here? Yes, there's a reason for it.

YOU.

You are all soul energy in a meat suit, monkey suit, whatever you want to call wearing the human body.

ANOTHER PERSON.

Please look at that. Different and separate person. Not you. Therefore may think in a similar manner but not exactly the same. May think very differently about other things, not necessarily wrong, just DIFFERENT.

Does that make it incorrect to share things which don't necessarily fall into the same categorical area? No.

Because you know, if you can't get past that with another human in a body, what the ever loving fuck all do you think you're going to do if you're face to face with a non-human whose perspective doesn't fit into any of your categorical needs or views or demands?

Yeah, I thought so. It might be good to consider a more objective perspective.

Just wanted to share that in case someone decided to drop in and take on a new perspective, seeing as how so many people are under the grossly mistaken impression that the Anunnaki are the bad guys.

Answering questions--

Amazingly enough, I keep being asked the same certain question over and over again.

"Are you psychic?"

The answer to that would be a huge no. I don't make any claims to knowing any big Secrets of the Universe. The only claim I can make is that I am perceptive enough to pay attention to when S speaks.

I am not psychic, nor do I claim to be anything remotely of the sort. I am not psychic, I am not a shaman, and I do not claim to have any abilities other than telepathy and lucid dreaming. I am not making claims to be enlightened, awake, ascended, a light worker, star seed, walk in, nor a self-proclaimed so-called expert about anything.

Please understand that the ability of telepathy is not that of being a psychic. Those are two different things and I'm not certain many people are able to grasp the difference.

However I will say is this: I've had some very interesting experiences, many of which are why I'm here and posting about them. I also have a good amount of common sense and I also have the added ability of having enough common sense to listen to my invisible friend.

When he speaks, I listen.

I don't know everything, I've never claimed to have any and all of the answers about anything.

About all I can do is encourage people to look for their own validation within, not without, from others.

Learn to listen to your invisible person/people. Build trust with them, yes it is an ongoing process although it is so very worth it. I've had people who have tried to tell me things that were so far off and grossly incorrect that if I had any less of a foundation with S that we would have derailed because of my lack of trust in him.

Look for your own answers. Do your own research. Pay attention to what you find. These things are applicable for anyone at any level of ability and/or experience.

I'm not saying it's not possible to find some answers elsewhere, however, please pay attention to what else is being conveyed from the messenger. Seeking help elsewhere is acceptable. Completely depending upon others to render assistance is not. You do have a brain with firing brain cells for a reason, yes? Yes, indeed, you do.

Seek and ye shall find? Remember that one? Yeah. Thought you might.

Remember this. Just because you find something doesn't necessarily mean you'll like it. And sometimes you have to keep going to get to the candle at the end of the dark tunnel to see what's beyond it.

And yes, it's definitely worth it.

Here's a friendly reminder. Don't try to get into a conversation with someone unless you can be fairly certain you know something about the topic, you can be objective about what is being discussed by not trying to force your views on someone else, and understand that it might be helpful if you're open minded enough to grasp that you just might learn something. If you're not prepared to hear something different than your perspective, don't open your mouth or utilize the fingers for typing. Really.

Some of us have the perspective that the ancient Greeks had. "Along with Athena move also your hand." Think about that and apply it. Remember this, though. Be careful what you wish for because you just might get it.

Just saying.