When Thaora said that if people could see the Astral body they would run out of the disco as if there was a fire, I breathed a sigh of relief that I never actually decided to go to nightclubs. I thought about it when I was about nineteen years old, but due to financial reasons I decided not to go anywhere…
On January 13, 2014 I made a post in the Thiaoouba Prophecy XP group about two unnamed bodies of human beings. A dispute arose in the comments regarding what the Spirit was made of. I have realized many different interesting things about the Superior Intelligence and the Universe since then, and I will discuss this topic in detail at the end of the last chapter of this book. Now I want to tell about a series of dreams, the first dream of which I had on the night when the bank's air conditioners were still very noisy and vibrated.
The scene of the dream took place in what could be called a theater with a red theater curtain. Only one detail was completely different from a theater, namely a long and narrow catwalk-like ledge protruding into the theatre hall several meters from the middle of the stage. I had long seen a similar catwalk to the public when a Kylie Minogue’s concert was shown on the music news. The theatre hall was very dark. Approximately in the middle of the catwalk stood a tall, slender, and beautiful young woman who had her back turned to me. She was a blonde with a short haircut to the shoulders. The girl was silently thinking about something, as if waiting for someone. There was no one else in that building. Suddenly the picture changed to a point of view from her eyes. At that moment I could feel and know what it was like to be her! While staring down, she was immersed in herself, but she was not thinking about anything specific. Suddenly, a man came up behind her and slit her, and mine, throat with a knife.
I immediately woke up. The air conditioners were on all night, and I barely slept. At that time my health was already starting deteriorating because of the noise, I could feel the tension in my brain, and I decided to call the bank to simply ask them to turn off the air conditioners for a while, because in any case they pumped cold air from the street all night long, and my mother and I could be in silence at least for a while in order to come to our senses. The woman who answered the phone had the audacity to try to prove to me that she turned off the air conditioners for the night! This was definitely not the case, and during our brief conversation I suddenly could not stand her impudence and, as if out of the blue, I told her that I would go down and slit her throat. She hung up. This was the first moment in my life when I said something that I not only did not want to say, but I do not think that I had such a thought in my head at all. I realized that the idea was given by the dream that I saw that night. And since because of the strong noise and vibration spreading from the floor to my whole body, including my brain, I could hardly think at that moment, it is not at all surprising that I for the first time experienced the “heat-of-passion”. I tried to remember this incident so that I would think twice before committing to any action should similar situations occur. Needless to say, that I did not go anywhere and to anyone during that day.
I had another dream a little bit later. A man stepped out of a blue car similar to the Plymouth Barracuda. He was of normal physique. His short-cut hair was dark in color, and all of it was on its place. He had in his hand either beer or other alcohol. As in the previous dream, I “became” that man. His mood was “thoughtless” – without any worries and goals in life. He just lived one day at a time, so to speak. I got the impression that “I” was in the USA, as they stopped in front of a typical American one-story building which could be a motel or a bar. Such buildings can often be seen in Hollywood movies. He did not go inside the bar with the others, but went right, to the edge of the nearest forest, when suddenly someone slit his throat from behind.
The third dream that I had the other night took place on a Russian Square, as one could judge by the architecture of the low-rise stone buildings in front of me. It was a long building, and we could call it historical. If the other two dreams began with showing “me” from a third person before “inserting” me into the main characters of those dreams, there was no need for a third person in this third dream since I was in my current physical body. I knew this because in that dream I was in my usual at that time state of being lost in imagination. I heard how several people behind me said something about me. I knew that they were evil, and that this was the end. One of them came up behind me and slit my throat.
Thinking about my first dream, I immediately remembered that blonde prostitute with short hair who ran into the room on my second visit to Natasha. The fact that I saw her then had an impact on my decision not to tell Natasha about the real purpose of my visit, since at that time I was going by appearances. It was also interesting that the young woman from my dream stood on the stage which could be a musical stage because of the protrusion into the theatre hall where there could be a crowd of people. I have loved listening to foreign music ever since I was in the last years of high school. I especially like the music from the 80s and 90s. I also loved movies.
As for the second dream, I had experience with alcohol, but I cannot say that I have ever had a real craving for alcohol.
Regarding the third dream, for some time I thought that it could portend my fate. But the next dream showed that you should not take dreams literally.
In the dream, I was a boy of about seven years. He was very inspired to walk along the street of the business center of one of the American cities. There was a skyscraper ahead of him. He went into the elevator of that building along with several other people. After moving some distance, the elevator began to fall. I knew that this was the end and something that I needed to learn. The scene darkened and then another appeared out of the blackness. The camera was flying over the road of a typical American suburban street with two-story houses, heading for the house in front of the “T” shaped intersection. I was a little boy lying in bed. I told my young parents about Thao, whom I somehow remembered in that life, and that my previous body died both for physical and psychological reasons.
Reflecting on this dream, it was clear that the “previous physical body” meant my current body. At the time of the dream, I really was in terrible physical and psychological state. I also thought that the boy in bed could be the boy from the elevator; that he survived and now had to be in bed because of the received injuries.
So, I had two conflicting dreams that showed and named the different possible causes of death of my current physical body. I must say that now I am no longer in that nervous state of mind in which I was in my dream on the square, and if I have learned my lesson, I will not be in it. Of course, you shouldn't take all dreams literally, but at that time they again prompted me to start thinking about my life, and about where it could lead me if I continued to move in the same direction…
I continued to educate myself in my search for answers to new questions about the Universe, and soon I came across Nassim Haramein with his 64 tetrahedron grid. After watching his lecture on YouTube, I decided to recreate his grid in a 3D program so that I could better understand on my own experience what he was talking about.
Having created the first tetrahedron, I began to copy it and move the copies so as to form a larger tetrahedron from the small ones. Then I copied the large tetrahedron and flipped it horizontally around the center. Next, I closed the formed holes with tetrahedrons and got a finished shape consisting of 64 tetrahedrons. Soon it became clear to me that I was seeing a simple cube in front of me, standing on one of its corners. If we draw a straight line from such a vertex to the opposite vertex of this cube and slightly extend it further, then when you install on that line a camera looking directly at the vertex from which the line comes out, then in orthographic view when only lines are shown, we can see the grid, in the middle of which is a hexagon, and the Star of David can be distinguished in it. There are six more such hexagons around it, in each of which is the Star of David.