Let the Dreams Begin- How Dreams- God- and UFO Aliens are connected
Posted: Monday, October 18, 2010
by Ella Camp
"Welcome to my world, won't you come on in.."
We may perceive life in the universe, as a dream our creator is dreaming; for a dream is but a creation, and a creation must have a dreamer. Do we devise the illusion of our life itself as we lie sleeping in this world? Is our world a vision projected by the universe, in like imitation of our creator?
The dreamscape of our mind, fueled by the breath of God, our soul, repeats the multiple spirals of our creator's dream- the creator we call God. We dream the dreams in physical sleep composed and imbued with our thoughts and emotions; some we call nightmares, where we become enmeshed within the dire straights of our negative thoughts and fears.
As we continue the downward spiraling circles of copy and duplication, we generate the lucid sub-dreams of our mind's preoccupation; and employing the magic realism functions of said mind, alter, rectify and refine our dream of life itself. It is with these lucid dreams, that we gain the desired like control of our creator. Generating the corporeal realities of matter in our world from nothingness; we do indeed become virtuosos at composing, directing and starring in, the extravaganzas of our mind's imitation of life.
Could we count and recall the physical sleeping dreams we may have in one lifetime? Neither can we imagine the endless vast enormity of our creators dream.
Oft times do the lines and images between our bodily sleeping dreams and our waking dream on earth, become blurred and blended- confusing the mind's own distinction of them; and we wonder- "Was this only a sleeping dream within this dream of life?"
Things I told my self when I was 21- "This was just a dream- merely a nightmare/dream; if it were real you would now be scared to death."
Once upon a twilight dark- caught by the sun's last fleeting spark- I traversed alone, a deserted park.
What light from yon alien unknown craft- streaking through wires and treetops high- caught at my eye as I sought to rush by- In dazed and hypnotized paralyzed state- with arms stretched out as in flying dreams- I rose up to meet my inherited fate.
"Lie still little human, and be not afraid," these words in thought, not sound were relayed.
In contact with cold unyielding steel- my body retracted, and thought this unreal.
Drowning in deep, large, dark liquid eyes- my mind at once rendered and mesmerized- an attempt to allay my fear was addressed- lulling it comfortably, gently to rest.
In protest of probing in ear, nose and throat- my mind sought in voice, redress of the pain- that quickly was squelched by its miasmic float.
Then an ache and a throb in the cradle of birth- with a soothing pat touch and a giggle of mirth.
And what to my stupor-lost eyes when I woke, the dark and dazed dream flung off like a cloak- My own bedroom window, my comforting bed- A puzzled amazement at tiny red drops- on the warm deep impression where once lay my head.
The years grind up dreams- imagined and real- and shuttle them under like grist through the mill- Yet this dream, it remains- untouched and surreal- etched out in time, it dwells there still.
There are times when our mind does protect us from shock; when denial may be worn like a cloak, to hide our fear of vulnerability; then we may chalk these paradoxical experiences up to fear-induced physical sleeping dreams, or fanciful lucid dreaming adventures. But either/or; whence do they come?
Things I ask myself now- When did the human dream on earth begin? In whose image was Adam made? At what stage in Earths evolution, did this replication occur?
The Earth Chronicles reveal that over the years startling evidence has been unearthed, challenging established notions of the origins of Earth and human beings.
This evidence suggests the existence of a superior race of beings, beings we called "gods" once inhabited our world. There exists, indisputable documentary proof of humanity's extraterrestrial forefathers- the progenitors of present day mankind. Travelers from the stars, they arrived eons ago, and planted the genetic seed that ultimately blossomed into the remarkable species called Man"- a species that would not have, even yet, evolved within the gradual slow-moving pace of natural, undisturbed earthly evolution. In like duplication, Man did develop into diverse races of humanity; and mimicked, in taught replication, the language, government and societal mores of this founding race of beings.
In the ancient Mesopotamian texts- which finds echo in our biblical texts- the connotations of this interfering act of creation are thus: "And the god's blood was mixed into the clay ( flesh)- so as to bind god and man genetically to the end of days' so that both the flesh (image) and the soul (likeness) of the gods would become imprinted upon Man in a kinship of blood that could never be severed."
The Earth Chronicles named them the "Anunnaki"- "deities" "gods" and "Nefilim."
The Hebrew biblical scriptures named them "Elohim" "Nefilim" and "gods."
They are but another manifestation of our creator's dream of life in this universe.
In like manner, do the earth and its inhabitants mock the actions of the universe; as the stars that seemingly die- to be swallowed through the black holes of space- and are turned inside-out- so to speak- to be reborn in endless repetition into an opposite universe?
There is no death; it would seem- even of matter. All may be recycled, in repeated reproduction of untold universal expressions of life; which we, and our world are only an insignificant, although integral, sequence.
Knowledge of the Nefilim, and their ancient actions on earth, would not negate a belief and knowledge of our creator; it would rather seem to confirm, validate and expand our understanding- to reveal a greater, more encompassing creator and creation than we have hitherto known.
In our sleeping physical dreams and in our waking dream of life- we hear them- their languages translated in the images of our thoughts; the nature of these thoughts given the individual nature of our relation to them.
What purpose the probing and invasions of these emissaries, created as was man, to wait upon these ancient gods? We have need to look no further than what we may imagine we ourselves, in imitation, will do, upon the event of our inevitable begetting of another species in another world.
In observing the past evolution and advancement of our world, we may see an implication of their past; and in our mirrored echo, an imminent indication of our own future.
With minds and hearts vaulted with fear; and eyes sheathed in self-taught untruths- we shudder and turn from the "who," the "how," the "why:" and will, until this truth we can no longer deny.
"Til then, we will see them, and hear their thoughts- in all our earthly dreams. We've been sheltered heretofore- in our unpreparedness- that we would not know too much too soon- "There is nothing like an unknown "truth," to make humans panic!" " When the student is ready, the teacher will come."
In rote duplication, we continue the original dream that was set into motion ad infinitum, by our creator.
"Everything in life is a metaphor, for life itself." Ella Camp
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More commentsWow. Such a vivid picture in substantive thought. Love your article. It leaves me in admiration of your heart and your talent.So good to see you Chris- and I so much appreciate your comment- Always- Ella
"There is no death; it would seem- even of matter."I was just thinking the other day about the idea of reincarnation. What if we came back as our pets, and we watched ourselves age through different eyes, like in a parallel universe? Hmm, might make for an interesting metaphysical screenplay. Thanks Ella!Write it- produce it, and I'll watch it! Thanks Bromberg- I'm now watching "The Tudors" season 4- from Netflix- This is the kind of film I love! Jonathan Rhys Meyers is fabulous in it! Thanks for reading- Always- EllaHave you seen Match Point? Woody Allen film from 5 or so years ago. Good film with Rhys Myers. :-)No.... but I will!
Thanks-
My friend Ella
Had to stop by even if not but for a moment to see what you've been up to. Good stuff obviously. Must needs articulate ones like you to get the truth out without offense. Which you do exceedingly well.
The Sons of God did indeed walk the Earth and found the Earthian Women Of the Sons of Man to their liking. Simply said, the true depth only hinted at. Gold didn't just blind us then, it still does. Perfect little gatherers us. And the great experiment of all time continues on....
Many Blessings
Yes! I'm in your world and the soul never dies.
Thank you Ella for the beautifully written explanation of the rhythm of life and the Creator.You are more than welcome Robert- so glad you read and enjoyed- Thank you ever so much!- Always- Ella
When I read your articles they give me the same impression of you that your photo does. A talented lady with class!
How kind of you to say that- it truly warms my heart- Thank you lots and lots!- A&F- Ella
I find your articles very interesting even though I don't agree with your beliefs Ella. You are and excellent writer and you are very good at conveying your point.
Vive la differ 'ance! Without diversity and difference, this world would be a pretty boring, stagnant place to live-Thank you Linda- for reading, and your comment- Always- Ella
Beautifully engineered write, love everything about it. For once, I also am in complete accordance with your metaphysics but I believe sone of us now are intimately connected to these 'star beings'. You visit the astral plane, when asleep, as guess you have percieve,and may be able to have some control over, or at least, better recollection of lucid dreams; something I must get around to.
Carol xxHow good to hear from you again Carol...You are truly an author's dream- an intelligent- comprehending audience....Thank you, and do come again soon- I miss you!- Always- EllaMissed you also, Ella, but I needed to get my poetry 'right' in a gentler place. SW is quite tough for a new writer, I found and it's not really a great place for poets. I have done that now and I want to concentrate on my humourous writing so will be joning in for a while, here. Just trying to catch up with those who I am a fan of at present. Your work seems to go from strength to strength, with very consistent quality, and I wondered if you had tried posting on metaphysical magazines, eg. Destiny.
Hi Ella, this was an interesting, well written and thought provoking article, written by a clearly very intelligent woman. Thanks for sharing
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