This experience is also recounted in my book ‘I am The Phoenix’ though I have attempted to expand on it in the context of other entries.
Guardian Of The Gem
Back in 2006, I finally started to understand my Mind Travels were real on some level. That is to say, while I believed that they had some kind of validity to them, I never really imagined that they interacted with everything that was going on.
I viewed them as something that was individual, self-contained, and had no bearing on anything else. So, I was less meticulous about certain important things while on those journeys.
During one of my Mind Travels, I found myself taking one of the gems from the Gem Station. It was a red one, and I used it to prove my identity to someone, somewhere.
With most of my Mind Travel adventures, I can’t recall them as well as I would like to. I just know that for whatever reason, I did this and it allowed me passage to somewhere.
Then I forgot to put it back, or rather, I simply moved on without thinking through any crucial details on what I should have done with the gem.
Hence, it was not put back correctly and was left vulnerable. Now, I don’t know if this oversight had anything to do with what happened next, but the synchronicity is hard to ignore.
Psychic Alert
One day, during work, I got a Psychic Alert that someone had broken into the location where the Gems were kept and was attempting to steal one.
The Astral World doesn’t really care where you are when an important matter is at hand. It would drive me crazy because I would have to split my attention and 70% of the time I was at work when serious issues came up.
I can mind travel at any time, regardless of what I am doing. I checked and saw someone was indeed there. Normally, I would have simply ejected them, but something held me back. Instead, I opted to wait and see what would happen.
At work, at any given moment, I was doing the job of 3 people and I almost immediately forgot about the incident.
Caz
Then, a few weeks later, a lady whom I had a strong connection with, messaged me. We had met in the long gone Celestine Vision chat room. Her name was Caz (I later found out she was a minor NUT Avatar).
Caz was an interesting person. She held a lot of memories about both of us from the past. Caz once told me of a dream she had many years before we met. She recounted it as such:
This was also the time I had the dream about a man named “Gary,” and my hair becoming Phoenix hair…
We have some friends here in town, a couple, and the husband’s name in this couple is Gary. He’s a sweet guy, Jewish, and TOTALLY not psychic! lol ~ ~ But, “Gary” in the dream looked exactly like him! Except….in this dream, I was so attracted to him, and it made no sense at all… and I could feel that while it was Gary—-that this man was NOT “Gary”!!! If you see what I mean.
In this dream, he and I were moving from room to room of a house, trying to get in a few words alone without all these other people barging in. I remember that some of these rooms were very very odd—they were lined with little tiles, like a locker room, and had what looked to be shower heads in them—perhaps like a large high school gym shower room.
The Kiss
Gary kissed me and when he did—it felt like our souls merged together. I burst into tears then, feeling guilty and said, “what are we going to DO??” Gary just laughed and said “It’ll be okay. Don’t worry about it.” Then, I walked away from him and looked into a mirror. In this image I saw myself with hair that was all wisps, like feathers—and the color was a flaming orange-red…and I knew that this was my “Phoenix hair”.
That’s when I woke. I thought about the dream, thought about our friend Gary—to examine if I had some kind of repressed “feelings” for him, and utterly dismissed it! It was just too silly! But still…that was a damn good kiss in that dream…lol!
It is also worth noting that my colours are red and orange so this dream is an interesting confirmation.
I was online one night soon after the gem Mind Travel, when she sent me an instant message: “Gary! If you’re there… we need to be together… right NOW. I came online to find you. I was sleeping… and all the energies and messages have coalesced. I got back the thing stolen from you. It’s red….a red jewel. I got it back from David earlier today. It is YOURS.”
The Druids
Now, David was a Druid, who was also someone who had relentlessly attacked me over the years and probably came as close as anyone could to getting rid of me. As far as beings go, he is a nasty piece of work. So much so, that he was one of the few people I ended up banning from my chat room to keep others safe.
I found out he was a Druid when a friend of his let that piece of information innocently slip.
Normally, it would mean nothing to anyone, but as my Guides had just given me a history lesson on what the Druids did and who they were, it instantly got my attention.
According to Omen, the Druids had been contracted by the god Apep to have me taken out.
Apep was known as the god of chaos (or one of them) and was traditionally known to be the nemesis of RA. However, he spent most of his time trying to get rid of me.
The Hit
Apep owed The Triquerta for something and they had demanded that he take care of me. So, he contracted the Druids, and they have been nothing but trouble ever since.
It appeared that David had been the one who I had been alerted to and he had indeed stolen the gem I had not put back properly.
Caz had approached him directly online and demanded he return the gem. He played dumb (though he was anything but dumb… his hapless persona was how he drew people in) and denied knowing what she was talking about. So, she just took it from him and then came to me and gave it back.
As I never spoke to anyone about the gems and I never mentioned my Mind Travels, this was another strong validity that those trips were real.
As to what David wanted with the gem, I do not know. This particular one controlled timelines.
However, I can hazard a guess, as the timelines have been messed with over the past decade or so. I strongly suspect that it’s part of what has been causing The Mandela Effect.
I’ve also been told that timelines are collapsing.
What I will do about it, I have yet to decide.