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Angel Travel Guide; The Quabies and USA

Two nights in a row. Angel  (I call it/him an angel for ease, but spirit guide, dream guide, anyway, a very strong and recurrent dream presence) that occasionally  appears in my dream. He often appears as tall; around six feet, six inches. Wearing a white suit or clothing. On the thin side. Nothing sexual at all, but when he’s near, I feel fantastic.

In the following two dreams, this angel guide was near invisible. His presence was felt, and he was there, but couldn’t quite see him. And he was giant. Twenty feel tall, and above us.

The first dream was almost comical; it was as if I was in a Nick Cage conspiracy movie. My guide was showing me — taking me —  to Egypt. Telling me about the history, the pre-history, including Egyptian magick. The strong message as that this is important and I better learn it. The dream concluded with summations on how the United States was created based on this ancient Egyptian history, and, most importantly I was told, that the current Egypt and citizens are not the “real” ones. I don’t know what that means, it was just part of the dream.

The next night, another dream with David the angel travel guide. I’m with a small group of people. We’re taken to sites on the earth that exist, but, only a few humans throughout history have seen these places, and very few know these places exist. We’re shown an astounding lake, so beautiful! Amazing color, such clear blues and greens

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The water is transparent and I see a thick, tall tree trunk. As I look I realize it’s a totem pole. But part of the pole — all underwater — is just plain, not painted. The trunk, orpole, extends beyond the surface of the water and goes up into the sky about a hundred feet. It’s painted again, totem pole. I have never imagined a totem pole to be so huge. 

Then these creatures appear, waddling across the shore. We’re told they are called ‘Qaubies.’ They look like tater tots! Very large tater tots. About the size of two bed pillows sewn together. They barely have faces; just the impression of a nose, eyes, mouth. They are not animals, certainly not human, but not aliens either. They are not dangerous, if anything, benevolent. Once again, our guide tells us that this is very important. What we’ve seen, what we’ve learned.

We’ve also taken to see animals that are hybrids but instead of a horror like a Dr. Moreau, these animals are happy, gentle, they are what they are they are not the creations of a sick scientist, they are their own creatures.

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Podcast: Jeremy Vaeni of The Experience and moi

I was recently interviewed by Jeremy Vaeni for his podcast The Experience. It was great fun! One of the comments left was interesting — I will be discussing that later.

 

http://m.unknowncountry.com/experience/regan-lee-orange-orb

Mermaid Archangel Dream

(cross posted on my Orange Orb Tarot blog)

Had an interesting dream the other night, involving a family of another country and culture (true; I really know these people but not listing those details here) but, in this dream, involving music, dance and drumming, among other things, the following:

I’m in the room with this family, and lots of other people as well. Up on a little platform, is a long table with a dark haired (long dark hair) woman (around 40? maybe 50) who is reading from a deck. I assume it’s a tarot deck, but can’t get close enough to see. The backs of the cards are beautiful; greens and blues, mermaids. 

I can’t hear the woman too well; can’t tell if it’s a traditional tarot deck or an oracle deck. I notice the woman doesn’t have any clients; she just starts reading out loud to no one. Is she giving the whole room a reading? Reading to someone invisible? I still can’t see the deck up close. I want to, because it’s so beautiful, from the backs. I’m all about mermaids! But I’m confused as to the nature of the reading. Also, I realize I don’t much like her. I don’t like her style; she seems almost rude, and very loud. Not my approach. 

Yet after awhile, I realize what she’s saying is more important than the way she’s saying it. And, with a sudden awareness, I just know that she’s more than human, if she’s really human at all. She’s an archangel! She’s a mermaid archangel. 

When I understand this, I feel better. I’m awed, actually. And I realize her reading to the room is for anyone out here who cares to listen. It makes sense now. It’s not important that I don’t dig her style; it’s not about that.
I want this deck!

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