16 An Invitation and A Request
One day while I was painting strange images, somewhere between a doodle, a landscape and a dream, with the spirit of Hilma af Klint looking over my shoulder, I remember something that happened a few months before
I had been reading various channeled messages and came across the following invitation from the Arcturian Council, via Daniel Scranton:
“We are looking to extend invitations throughout the galaxy to all beings who would like to join us in the creation of a multidimensional galactic collective that stands for peace, unity, creativity, truth, and unconditional love…now is the perfect time to form this collective of physical and nonphysical beings from all across the galaxy who want to be a part of something bigger than themselves, who want to interact with beings and collectives that are very different from who they are, and who want to be of service.”
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I felt as if someone from the spirit world had send me a personal invitation to a party I really wanted to attend. If there was meeting somewhere in the cosmos to discuss how we could create more peace, unity, creativity and love, I wanted to be a part of it.
The message continued “If you respond with an affirmative ‘yes,’ consider yourself signed up.”
“Yes,” I said out loud. Many channelers tell us that when we sleep we travel to other dimensions, and communicate with spirits in the nonphysical world.The student in me loved the idea that perhaps I was attending a mystery school at night in my dreams, learning skills and wisdom that one day I might access in my waking life.
That night I put a notebook on my bed table to catch my dreams in the morning. I had vivid dreams, most of which I couldn’t recall.
What good is it to be included in spirit conversation if I can’t t remember any of it consciously?
Even more than being a part of the discussion I wanted to be there as a journalist or perhaps a notetaker.
I didn’t want to just attend these meetings in my dreams, I wanted to remember them in vivid detail, to be bring back visions, perhaps blue prints, something I, we could use in the here and now.
That night I put a notebook on my bed table to catch my dreams in the morning. I had vivid dreams, most of which I couldn’t recall.
What good is it to be included in spirit conversation if I can’t t remember any of it consciously?
Even more than being a part of the discussion I wanted to be there as a journalist or perhaps a notetaker.
I didn’t want to just attend these meetings in my dreams, I wanted to remember them in vivid detail, to be bring back visions, perhaps blue prints, something I, we, could use in the here and now.
The thought crossed my mind and I couldn’t shake it: What if I could wake up, as lucid dreamers do, and remember everything?
A few days later I decided to make a formal request . “I’d like to be a notetaker for the Multidimensional council” I said out loud, hoping that someone from the Multidimensional Council was listening.
If I were a notetaker, I’d be in the thick of things. I’d have to remember different perspectives under discussion, summarize any conclusions reached, and be sure to collect questions and ideas for further discussion.
I know how this looks. It’s quite possible, I am deluded and grasping at fantastic beliefs in order to convince myself that I can make a difference in my own life and in the lives of others too.
I know you don’t have to search the cosmos to make a difference. It is often the small unspoken acts of kindness and generosity that lead to the deepest changes.
Still I did want to accept anything based on hearsay. Whatever wisdom there was to be gleaned from dreams and cosmic conversations, I wanted first hand knowledge of it.
After I made the request, I tried again to remember my dreams the next few nights. And then, because lots of other things happened, I forgot all about the request.
Two months later almost to the day of the original invitation, Hilma af Klint showed up.