Dreams are Real

Dreams Are Real
By Deanna Jaxine Stinson aka Wish Fire
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Dreams are the easiest way for our subconcious to take over our mind. Because whatever is in our minds and emotions that we try to repress, will come up here. Spirits can easily crossover here as well too. There are many meanings to dreams and many ways to interpret them as well. In fact, you will find in most cultures, significant difference between symbolic interpretation and connotation as well.

It's best to understand what spirits and angels are closest to you, to help you understand these divine messages. They are meant to bless you, and never hinder you, but to kill those habits and patterns, we become stuck spiraling in, so much so that the God's intervene with their hands to help us proceed. Though are minds are like wheels charging forward, there is none before or ahead of us. It is simply an illusion. We are rotating in circles, so there is no beginning and no end, only wholeness and oneness.

From traveling through the universal galaxies, we can comprehend the lights that are growing before us. They are made of energy matter, gaseous clouds of nebula giving birth to this unconscious energy, which travels through the ether of completion. For everything that has a balance, was once unbalanced, noisy, chaotic and destructive before, and the plane of perfect existence is of harmony.

Our souls strive for comfort and peace. The thought of pain and mortality troubles us, so that our dreams take hold and take control at night, while we have let go our lives to the death of consciousness to release our souls to the God's in the astral realms. From there, we can give our negative energy away to be transmuted, by angelic guidance, or to ignore and be followed back by many spirits, hungry to eat it themselves.

To rid oneself of heavy emotions, our minds will create scenarios as we sleep. With each breathe, we will seek out the best dimension in which to exist for overall survival. It is important to harness your dream energy to purify and strengthen yourself. The world continues through natural selection or God's hands themselves. Use the best of your ability and understand yourself the best you can.

Only a small percent of the population of Earth has the ability to lucid dream, astral project, have visions or recount the dreams they had themselves because it takes acknowledgement of yourself and higher forms of energy to properly succeed. The power to the universe can be tapped into through these dimensions. The power of creation is magnificant, but you would also create a destructive force simultaneously as well.

Angels, religious figures, your pastor even all have an energy signature that has been widely recognized universally and accepted as real. The more that are in tune with one set of belief systems, the more life force is added into that reality. In order to evolve our DNA, we need to make use of the figures that seem most real to us. You can even create your own spirit guides and creatures, which only you would know. Even characters in books or on t.v. can lead you to dream worlds and heal you in fantasies.

The future can be foretold through dreaming, altered and changed as we grow together as one force, circling the light, the mother of creation herself! and as she goes, her shadow comes forward and folds blankets over us as we sleep. She can be known as karma, retribution, luck or the devil as she torments us in powerful surges. The supernatural forces of the night take over and our spirits rise to the light of the moon, which is as the sun for the dead. For every dead plant here, in that realm it lives and the most glorious trees here, are seen as rotting stumps in another land.

The Spirit of Balance

So then, the seasons change as the universe continues it's rotation in hierarchy of angelic power. We rise and shine with the reflections of the past and then move forward, towards our eternal castles. Where when it is spring here, under the realm of Odin, it becomes winter somewhere else. And so too, will every living thing mimic the sun and moon until there is nothing again, but blood and stone.

The elements that we recognize as the strongest in our reality, is Earth, Air, Fire, Water and Spirit. Of course, we know that on other planets there are certainly different minerals and gases, all the different energy, than we know. This is much like as it is in the dream realms, there are elements to be worked with for using alchemy to bring your desires into fruition. We can think of them easiest like seeds, sprouting when we till the soil, there is proper sun and rain.

In fact, weather in dreams is a reflection of our conscious minds control over the elements and the ability we have to overcome these ancient powers we struggle with. The water represents our emotions, the air is our thoughts, the fire is our transformation and the Earth is materialization, while spirit is dead or alive. If you can control all of these elements successfully, you can raise the spirit of your dreams into reality.

As Above So Below

For what dwells above us in the Heavenly places where we dream, and that place which our bodies are to heavy for us to exist. A place without gravity, but one which can help you move into a utopia which is calling us at our deaths? May we start building our rooms in Heaven, our own tombs and raise consciousness in order to prepare ourselves in the name of death, to the afterlife.

Understanding our intentions, personally and spiritually as a conscious force, taking on a life of it's own is very meaningful and important. Not much that we read is meant as a literal fact. It is given as a mana to plant in your gardens the truth you see, which unfolds before our eyes into an effortless kingdom. Where it is that we are protected, guided and cared for by the spirit of love itself?

Where is our home? Do we return there in our eternal sleep on our final night, or do we dream ourselves there every time? You can build yourself a room of treasures in this world, but be careful as nothing is as it seems in a world of change and evolution. Our dreams are real. They are super real. Look around and imagine you aren't already stepping into another reality every time you desire too...

Thank you universe, for the power we have to create... forces of nature... spirit and Earth, much like the God's themselves. As it is above, so it is below. So it is as I dream, as I sleep, I create and destroy and seek out life with the sun and moon by my side...

Dreams are Real

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Links:


Blood and Stone:

www.costaricantimes.com/blood-stone/57596

Butterfly Spirit:

paranormalhorror.com/2016/02/08/butterfly-spirit-deanna-jaxine-stinson/

Legends of Rare Darkness:

hauntedghosts.co.uk/2016/04/25/legends-of-rare-darkness-by-deanna-jaxine-stinson/

Legends of Spells:

thehorrormoviesblog.com/2016/09/15/legends-of-spells-by-deanna-jaxine-stinson/

Supernatural Castles:

www.costaricantimes.com/supernatural-castles/57364


Winter Castle:


WINTER CASTLE

(For My Mother)


Crystal skies of white ice form a home

Of rainbows on her body

Cherry lips kiss me like roses facing

Towards a bed of pine needles and cones

Laid against me so nicely

They bloom out like fragrant intentions

Above and below

Musk of a holy ghost

Yule time evergreen

A doe in the forest of complexity

Let loose from the hands of a noose

A fortune teller who feels the most pain

Lines on a stomach telling me

I’ve got something to gain

Gone too near the carver’s heat

In the queen's name

Made hot from the hearth

Incense smoldering smoke set into stone

And she knows the purpose

The source of death and rebirth

Of letters marked into runes

Seasons cast in too soon

Buried within white sand dunes

An offering meant only for the sun

At high noon

A winter castle

Standing in doom

The light melts into one

I taste holiness on my tongue

I can feel sticky apples and oranges

On my fingertips

Love is a young sailing ship

On the tides of a wet drip

Hideaway in a

Comforting room with a blue flame

Living within

Silent and untamed

Embers laughing wildly at mortals

Falling softly down

All around unnamed

Glowing portals of a new town

The aither guides us as we ride through

The mountaintops of her bones and

The milk from a cow goddess

Brought more people to life

As she becomes the moon

I am melting warm

Into the snow

Into her womb

A water garden tomb

Waiting for the freeze again