My first, bona-fide "precog dream"

I had originally posted this on another forum and, well... did not get the sort of feedback that seemed conducive to a deeper, exploratory discussion.

Here's the text:

Each time I have a psi experience of any type, I step back and consider "am I crazy?" or could this be "real?"

In considering if it was real, I always consider how could it be real? In other words, what would have to be in place for the experience to be real and not delusion. My answer (though I don't claim this to be true for another... I strive to avoid expressing myself in ways that a reader might feel I am imposing my view, my opinion), is that consciousness is fundamental because it seems the only framework within which these types of psi experiences can arise.

So here's the story. And because, for the reader to understand the significance of the object at the center of the story, I would need to write several pages and would surely lose most if, not all readers, I ask the reader to take my word for it that the object is extremely important to me and the story... and at a much more magnified level than anyone could imagine.

The object is an automobile title where I am co-owner (because I co-signed for the loan) along with my son, Anthony.

What I can say is that a mind boggling set of circumstances arose last summer (2019) whereby the result, from my perspective, was as if my son had died (though he did not physically die). His thinking and actions resulted in a likely permanent ending to our relationship.

And yet I am stuck as co-signer and... because I had originally (summer of 2018) pushed him to get the automobile and had promised him that I would always make the payments as long as I could, his thinking and actions were so horrendous, I experienced such a mix of emotions that it was torturous each month to keep making those payments. In addition, I was faced with the dilemma where I felt that it was a matter of my own integrity (what little I might have) to honor my promise regardless.

But the reality of the situation also exposed me to potential liability if he failed to maintain insurance. I tried to verify he was maintaining the insurance but was rebuffed because of "privacy laws" despite my name on the title.

Considering all the above, what stood out more than anything was an inevitability. At some point, the automobile would be paid off and the title would be in both our names. This provided me the opportunity to make him face me, in the flesh, if he wanted the car in his name because I was the primary lien holder and the title would be mailed to me and thus end up in my possession.

And then, as seems to happen all too often in my life when I think I got things exactly where I want them... weirdness steps in. First, an angel came along (my sister) and saw the terrible situation and, for the both of us, paid off the car! This then afforded me great relief from the emotional darkness I experienced each month when I made the payment but also, put me in position to have possession of the title and thus, an aspect of control of the situation... where at some point he would need to face me if he wanted the car placed solely in his name.

I learned the title was released on January 24, 2020 and mailed to my home.

On January 31, 2020, when I checked the US postal services "Informed Delivery" website of which I am a member, it showed the title was set for delivery along with two other mail pieces set for that day. When the postman came and went, I went to the mailbox and though the other two pieces of mail were in my mailbox, there was no title. Stress began. And over the course of the next several days... still no title, just more and more stress. Then I checked with the Texas Department of Motor Vehicles to try and get a new title (and make sure the missing title was cancelled), I was informed that both my son and I had to do this together. Jeeeez.

And so I waited and waited and started to face the fact that my plan to hold the title (almost as if I am holding him hostage) until he was willing to face me was falling apart. In part, because I was informed by the DMV that if the title fell into the wrong hands, it could (though highly unlikely), via fraudulent actions, be stolen "on paper."

So, considering all the above, though I had, for months, tried to avoid thinking about the terrible situation with my son... a situation far worse to live with emotionally than this silly car and title matter... I found myself doing a deep dive into my soul. Though, since the debacle arose last summer, after getting over my initial shock and anger, I had begun to send heartfelt prayers to my son and his family, I most recently began to feel a much greater sadness for all of us... and it has been the most challenging emotional dilemma of my life - equal only to my father's suicide (1979) and the divorce from my childrens' mother (2001).

So, on Thursday, February 13, 2020 I felt a shift inside and decided I would give up on my original plan... a plan that gave him the space and time to "come around" but also a plan where I always held the important cards (the title). Understand, there has been no communication between my son and myself since July 11, 2019. Still, I took the chance to write him an e-mail and explain the car had been paid off and that the title was missing and so we needed to get the title replaced asap and, because it was paid off, put it in his name.

I then felt compelled to text him to check his email, that the car had been paid off and we needed to get the title in his name. My son notoriously changes his number, so the odds were that his telephone number was no longer his. Additionally, it was fifty/fifty he had my number blocked if he had the same number. But at noon the next day, my message alert sounded and there was a message from him with this simple word... "Ok."

A wave of emotion consumed me. Tears came pouring out. It said everything to me... it said there was a glimmer of hope that he would one day face me, and we could somehow find a new way forward.

By Friday, the 15th of February, we had worked out an agreement to meet at the DMV to get the "lost title" application filed.

Then that night (well actually early the next morning), I had a dream... and the dream was incredibly vivid. And what I still remember in a frame by frame memory is that I was standing in front of the mailbox with an unusually large stack of mail in my hands. And I recall in the dream thinking that in this stack is the missing car title. And I recall reaching towards the back of the stack and pulling out... the car title.

So later that morning, I heard the alert for the RING Doorbell system we have. I soon checked the video replay and saw the postman standing in front of the mailbox thumbing through his huge stack of mail and extracting several pieces which he then placed into the mailbox. It was at that moment I recalled the vivid dream. I believe what triggered the recall was because he had indeed placed such an unusually large amount of mail in the mailbox, just like the dream.

I ran down from upstairs and passed my wife, Cristina, who was working on her art and told her about the vivid dream I had that morning... that the title appeared in the dream.

I know this story has been long but it is finally at the end...

I exited the front door and turned to my left to face the mailbox, reached in and pulled out the large stack of mail. It was at this moment that everything that happened in the next 3 or so seconds was exactly as it happened in the dream! And yes, exactly where I had reached when holding the stack of mail in the dream... there was the title. Of course, when it all dawned on me... the degree of my excitement wasn't because the title had arrived, it was because, I realized I had experienced my first true, precise, precognitive dream experience.

I can now add that to the list which is predominantly filled with synchronicities, but where I have had 5 OBEs (the last where I experienced the well-known "vibration" feature), a likely "bi-location" event among many other types of psi related experiences.

All these experiences convince me more and more that consciousness is fundamental.

 

As to where I am at now with regards to my exploration of the nature and science of being and in context of events like the JFK assassination, the rabbit hole (for me) goes so, so, so much deeper. It goes into the UFO/ET phenomena and it goes into the heart of the exploration of consciousness itself.

Consider this read -
Kennedy's Last Stand: Eisenhower, UFOs, MJ-12 & JFK's Assassination

I could not post the link...

...and you might understand my own deep dive into that whole matter as well as consider I have (and still undergo) my own processing.

As for this thread, Rose... you have been grateful to have me as a member on your forum. In my view, you have all rights to post on all threads and as for any that I may have started, you are always welcome.

I am sending my heartfelt "best" your way.

 

I'm not getting anything coming through from my review of this dream. I recall the sharing of my own pre-cog dream, but it was a completely personal pre-cog dream.

I have difficulty giving energy towards prophecy type dreams when they hint to apocalyptic ideations. It's like... do I want to put my energy behind something that impacts many and is so dark?

So I have come to shy away from involvement in such dreams.

I want to be helpful... but not down a dark road as this guy's dream seems to wander.

 

It is just that I don't trust anything anymore. It is like, more and more I am coming to this place of acceptance that I really don't know anything. And I say that because each day these days, I seem to experience (learn?) so much more, so much "new" perspectives, provisional truths, etc.

In fact, I now view all things I have thought were "truth" as nothing but provisional because so many "truths" have changed.

But I was cured of the news media, cured of all things political and cured about thinking I can do anything about any of it... and since I made this change (the day after the election, when I saw "pink" Pennsylvania and "pink" Georgia turn a soft shade of "blue" I resigned from the whole perception any of us have any say (or that a vote matters).

And ever since, I have become remarkably happier and remarkably more peaceful (which benefits those like my loved ones and others I encounter).

For what it is worth, I think you and Rose are awesome. and I just have to say that sometimes (so I did!)

 

It's good to hear from you. I had wondered what had happened.
It sounds to me like you are attuned in such a way that you are living in FLOW.
I get what you're describing as something akin to the "Adjustment Bureau."
I've had similar experiences in the past, it's not like a "higher self", there's a sense of "other".
What's happening about these experiences that causes you question if you trust it?

 

My experiences (starting on November 28, 2020) have moved to a completely new level and I am unable to speak much about them other than to say I have entered (and remained inside) a state of quantum hyper synchronicity filled with all sorts of other psi type experiences... and there seems to be some "third party" guiding, arranging my life experiences and I am not so sure I trust this third party (be there one... it could be just my own fantasy)... something like what has been depicted in the movie, The Adjustment Bureau.

I stopped looking at all news and all political information when I saw the steal begin the day after the election.

I left that scene forever. They win, I retire.

 

I remember the dream, Rose. There's not an easy way to do a search in the PM's.
I think it was in the second year here.
I'll take a closer look later on and if I find it, let you know.

Something that may be related?
I just heard that AOC is allowed only 60 seconds to talk at the DNC convention.
Haven't confirmed if that's accurate, yet.

 

Just several really weird ones but that is usual... but none that I felt compelled to write down. If/when I do, I will share it.

 

Here's relevant artifacts -

Screenshot of the dialed numbers when the crash happened -



Here's what I saw when I went to investigate -



This shows the place it fell from and the two other boot drawings still hanging. You can see the drywall screw all but fully dislodged and angling downward -



Here's the actual drawing in case folks want to see it -

 

I have many different types of psi experiences - (but alas, a long post to get the necessary details in)
It was around 9:20ish AM in the morning of July 1, 2020 when the events occurred.
I posted this on Alex's Tsakiris' Skeptiko forum and am stating this here as I refer to Alex in the story write up -
I can't remember which discussion Alex was in where Alex brought up Strieber's story about being in a cage as a young boy etc. but Alex mentioned he had heard this in a Greg Carlwood HigherSideChats discussion between Greg and Whitley Strieber (2018). I place the post in this thread as I think it was this discussion with Gordon White where this was covered.

So... last week, as I strive to do each day when I take my "power walk" (not so powerfully), I pick one of these MP3s to listen to (yesterday was Alex's most recent release - with Rick DeLano). This time it was the HigherSideChats discussion with Whitley Strieber.

So... when I listened to the 2018 discussion, Strieber told the story where he and his wife, Ann, had made the agreement that whoever might pass on first would, through a friend, let the other know they are fine and 'alive and well' so to speak on the other side. Strieber then tells about his two key data points which... here's the exact story excerpts from this link -

"We worked out a plan of afterlife communication. The first of us to die would contact friends who had no idea of our plan, and only then contact the loved one. Not two hours after Anne died, I got the first call from such a friend, Belle Fuller, who said to me, "Whitley, the strangest thing just happened. I heard Anne telling me to call you. Is she all right?" (She knew that Anne was ill.) I said to her, "Belle, Anne died an hour and a half ago." This kept happening, and finally I realized that Anne was carrying out our plan."

Strieber then tells Greg Carlwood of another specific incident where the friend calls Strieber and tells Strieber that he had just "gotten a message from Ann to call him" (Strieber).

When I got home from my walk, I shared this precise story with my wife, Cristina, who has the strongest desire that when she passes on, she experiences eternal peace and doesn't want to come back to any world such as this regardless of whether I'm there or, as is my own desire, hoping she would want to meet me again, etc. I shared this story with her mentioning that maybe her soul may have other plans for her! So... keep an open mind. Note, I also promised her that if she ever told me to "buzz off" in any future lifetime, I would honor her request (and I would... that is an unbreakable "self rule" - to honor the wishes of the other).

Now for the next pre-story but relevant information. My wife, Cristina, immigrated to the US in 2017. We have been married since 2002. I had lived out of the country up until 2013 and it was in the fall of 2013 we decided to do the "immigration process" and it took 3.5 years! She arrived on my father's birthday 2017 (my father had passed on, suicide in 1979). My relationship with my mother had never been good and for background (if interested) - read here.

My greatest wish was that my mother (who was almost 80 when Cristina arrived) would be able to meet Cristina. I was convinced my mother would see/feel Cristina's energy and perhaps consider her son was not such a "bad guy" after all, as there would be no way a "bad guy" could have attracted the love and marriage of such a wonderful, peaceful, talented (an artist like my Mom!), mature woman such as Cristina. Sadly, my mother, who had been suffering from cardio-pulmonary disease had taken a turn for the worse in December and by the time Cristina arrived in January, my Mom wasn't open to visitors. She passed on February 18th, 2017.

The last part to know is that almost year ago I had taken on the project of creating a website so that Cristina would have a web presence to present her art. I found a designer and recently we completed the project and the site went live a few weeks ago. My next step was to create "business cards" for Cristina that would have her website address and contact info, etc... but I wanted to make sure these cards were different, high quality, etc... and so last week I went to search online for a local business that could assist in producing such. I had searched before and had my notes available yet I felt compelled to search again. Pretty far down the Google first page, I came across a company called 'alphagraphics' and instantly recognized it as the company my Mom used in the 1980s when she was still living here in Dallas. My Mom always worked with the best folks who always did work with integrity and so it felt like a sign and I decided I would reach out to them when they were open. I sent myself an e-mail with their link information as this is how I remind myself of tasks. This morning happened to coincide with a.) their open hours and b.) my energy and enthusiasm to jump on it.

So, with that background established - here's what happened.

I started to dial their number. I got six digits of the ten needed when I heard behind me a loud crash. Behind my desk is a backdrop I recently acquired which I use for Zoom and Skype video calls so I had to get up and look behind the back drop to see what happened. There, wedged between my shredder and the wall was a piece of art my mother had done which was part of a set of two others which Cristina had hung on the wall behind my desk, and thus had been obscured from view when I set up the backdrop. It had somehow come crashing down and this was the source of the loud crashing noise. Fortunately, the glass and frame were fine and no damage to the drawing occurred... and once I saw that, it suddenly hit me.

The timing could not have been any more uncanny - literally in the middle of dialing the number to alphagraphics, one of three "boot" drawings had come crashing down. The significance of these boot drawings has its own history too. I had been given an original set done by my Mom back in the mid-nineties. My divorce from my first wife, a harrowing episode of my life no different than depicted in the movie, "The War of the Roses" with the sole exception we didn't literally kill each other. But my ex had destroyed the boot drawings along with just about every other irreplaceable possession that she knew held huge meaning for me. My mother wasn't happy at all when she learned they were "gone" and regardless of the fact my ex had done the deed, she blamed me (as she had blamed me for many, many things). So just like the story I shared regarding my son and his car title (for those who might have read it), the significance of this specific piece of my mother's art transcends in meaning (to me) all other pieces of her art she ever did. That my sister, after our mother's death, had given me her "boot drawings" (less one as my original grouping had 4 and she only had 3)... this set the stage for this incredible "call" from my Mom, as this is how I have chosen to interpret the incident.

Just like Whitley Strieber got phone calls from friends telling him Ann had told the friend to call Whitley. Considering I had just last week listened to Whitley sharing the story with Greg Carlwood (done two years ago). That I felt compelled to share this story with my wife just after hearing it (again, last week). That I discovered the same graphics company my Mom had always used (last week) yet only felt compelled to finally call them this morning. And in the midst of dialing their number, one of her boot drawings comes crashing to the floor (though undamaged! thankfully). That it was Cristina who had hung the drawings (with a dubious method) but with heartfelt intentions (as I may never have hung them). And then at just the right moment... during a stretch of time that could not have spanned more then 3 or 4 seconds (to dial a number - to "make a call"). BOOM!

I hope I was able to convey the experience properly. It is powerfully meaningful to me. I know she knows I love her dearly.

 

...and I have to add that I agree... it isn't so attractive to explore the wonderful things life can offer when we are staring such idiocy in their masked faces.

I am sure I'm on the list to "catch a cold" and so when I do, so be it... I'll wake up just as happy and free in the next life.

 

This single event was the first evidence I ever had of this nature that had a.) such an extreme amount of duplication of detail of the dream to what actually took place, almost as if a video camera were glued to my head in the dream and then my "waking state" head 4 or so hours after the dream... so we have b.) the timing... thinking the letter was lost yet 19 days after it was supposed to arrive (as per the US Mail website that actually showed a photo of the very piece of mail) I have the dream that morning, then BAM, there it is "in my hand" in "consensus reality." And then c.) the degree of intensity as to the importance of what the event involved to me personally.

I have studied psi activity without "religonizing it" (as I foolishly did when younger) for over a decade, done so intensely, attentively, studiously and have had well more than a thousand psi experiences over that time which most have been documented, yet never did I have one with such precision as this one.

I can't tell anyone else what they might think about or learn from having this type of experience but I can share what I thought about (and though not for the first time... but certainly, again) and that is...

What properties of reality must be in place for such a thing to happen. What must be true about reality for this to be able to happen. And I have an answer right now that I know is all and only, an assumption. In other words, I apply a theory, a possibility as the best possible assumption based on what I know, based on my capacity to think (emphasizing I am humble enough to know this is limited) and based on having a very healthy "rule to self" that says, if i don't know it... not matter how much I may want something to be true, it is, at best, an assumption... all and only an assumption.

And so this brings me back pretty much the place I was at when here 4 or so years ago, and that is - consciousness is superior to physicality/materiality/scientismic reasoning.

And so I am a proponent of idealism with the understanding that a.) this is only an assumption (just like materialism would be for someone else if that was their world view) b.) that "something" my limited mind cannot yet conceive could be fundamental to consciousness and c.) a "God" thingie or any sort of religion or religious type paradigm doesn't have to have a damn bit to do with any of it.

And so from this assumption I then consider the following... if consciousness is fundamental to "any type of manifestation that emulates form" and "I" am "in it," then I am also able to assume this "sense of self, of individuation" I experience isn't necessarily dependent upon my physical body to be, to exist.

And I use the term "conscious agency" to refer to "that." And, if true, and if "I" desire there be more to experience as a conscious agent, even when the physical body ceases its to retain its ability to experience animation (death of the physical body), "I" might continue on the journey of experiencing.

And I like experiencing, I like this sense of self, this "I" that I assume I am (at one of my many potential levels of being). And so the whole point of the weird pre-cog experience was to reinforce, in fact, to increase my confidence in all that I just wrote... and that, again... if I desire (because free will, for me, is not an option) then I may very well continue on.

This means I am far more advanced now with regards to overcoming any "fear of death" - and I understand, some people don't care either way... or at least they say they don't. But I always did and now, I have less fear... far less fear. And that means that when I have the opportunity to allow the Hero Archetype a vessel through which it might manifest, "I" have less fears that might otherwise block it... like Shelly Luther this past week or too... what an inspiring story while we all live though this "plandemic."