Dream. 10-17-24
I asked for a visit from an Ascended Master.
Master Saint Germain
Prelude.
I don’t know if I have written about this before, but we have an old cassette stereo that will turn on by itself at night sometimes. It is not set to a station, so all you hear is static. I will come into my meditation room and see and hear that it is on. I have tried to make it happen to see if it is some sort of short, but I can’t physically make it happen. Cheryl and I always joke about our ghost.
There are some other things, like two of our grandchildren waving to someone in an empty corner and hearing our names called when one of us is alone in the house. It gives you goosebumps, but it never seems menacing.
When I was feeling my worst with my treatments for throat cancer, I couldn’t sleep much longer than an hour at a time, so I would just sit in the meditation room until I felt I could fall back asleep.
One night I woke up at 3:33, and it felt like there was someone or something in our bedroom. It was strong enough to be unsettling. I got up and made my way to the meditation room to sit a spell.
The next night, when I woke up and went into the room to sit, the stereo was off. The stereo will take long pauses at times, but it has been active again. When I sat down, I looked up at the stereo, wondering why and how it turned on on its own. It immediately clicked on. (That will make for some goosebumps.) It has a clock on it that isn’t set to real time, but the time displayed was 3:33. I took this time to access whether it felt benevolent or malevolent, and all I felt was benevolent.
I contacted a friend of ours who is a medium to ask her what she thought about it, and she said that it was a new avenue opening for me in some sort of mediumship. I have been meditating on that suggestion to see how it feels.
I used to get a poem or an object lesson every morning for a couple of years, but it dried up when covid blew through. I also used to get longer informational pieces that I thought were channeled, but I was afraid to post them because I thought they were too far out and also, I didn’t want to appear as something I am not. I think part of my throat cancer was the result of me not sharing what I was given. I was not speaking my voice.
In my recent meditations, I have been asking for information or convincing nudges that could confirm that indeed I could be allowed to channel. I received a short piece of information alluding to inspiration coming from an ancient place where there are silver flames. I had never heard of silver flames.
I have also been meditating on the belief that my Dream guides and my Spirit guides are as real as the air I breathe and are as real as my neighbors. The, too, are living lives beyond my constant need for them.
When I go to sleep, I always ask that mydreamm guides, Spirit guides, and the Ascended Masters will visit me in my dreams.
As I did that the other night, I realized I wasn’t sure who all the ascended Master were, so I asked for a visit. After this dream, I looked up silver flames and was led to this conclusion.
Master Saint Germain is an ascended master. He is known for his silver violet flames. He is associated with the number 3:33.
He is “for those who hear the call to spiritual service to humanity and also provides the wisdom necessary to overcome selfishness in their lives.”
He was born in the in the early 11700s This would explain his clothing in my dream.
His spiked hair symbolized flames.
He was thought to be a liar by people who knew him because he said he knew Christ and that he was 500 years old. This would explain another part of the dream.
I hope the meaning of this dream is to show me I am being uncoupled from my past to pursue this new adventure.
I think this dream was a visit from an ascended master. I didn’t know anything about Saint Germain prior to the dream, and I still do not understand some aspects of the first part.
Dream.
When the dream starts, I am in a western town that I have never been to before, and I am given a cabin to stay in. As I am getting settled in, a man whom I don’t know comes to my door, and I decide to let him in. Right before I open the door, I remove something hanging from a hook beside the door. It turns out to be a fishing pole with a caught fish hanging on it. The end of the pole ends up over the man’s shoulder and is sticking out the door with the fish hanging down behind his head. Next, I see the head of a brown bear appearing behind him as if the bear were following him up the stairs. The bear is focused on the fish with his muzzle right beneath it. I am suddenly faced with the dilemma of figuring out how to get the guy into the house and not have the bear follow him in or hurt him or myself in some way. (My fear of channeling and the concept of fisher of men. Maybe.)
Next, I am in bed. I am laying across it, and there is something stuck under the sheets, and I can’t get comfortable. I dig around and discover it is a pillow, and I remove it. I start to get up and realize the bed is about six feet off the floor. As I slide my legs out and get ready to jump down, I think, “I will join the army and not tell my family.” Then I realize that I am forty years old, so I won’t be joining the army. (Forty has been in my rear-view mirror for a long time.)
Next, I am outside the cabin, talking to a stranger about the rodeo that is about to happen and about the fishing around the place. I told him I caught a six-pound fish here about two years ago. I started to say a twelve-pound fish, but I knew he would know I was lying. I was already lying about catching a fish two years ago. (I pride myself in being very honest, so this was really strange in the dream.)
Next, we talked about chihuahua dogs. (We were watching my sons chihuahua for a while this summer. ?)
I noticed a wire fence in front of me and that a couple strands of wire had been removed from the bottom run. I knew I could get through the fence if I crawled through the hole. (Usually, if I see a hole like this in a dream, I can meditate on it, and it opens up into a reverie. This is the first time I passed through one in a dream, even though I don’t recall crawling through.)
I must have crawled through because I was now in an open pasture area on the west side of a shallow stream. I was standing with someone whom I must have known. When he stepped into the shallow stream he disappeared through a tiny hole and I yelled to another person who was on the same side of the stream, that my friend had just fallen through a hole so small that I couldn’t throw a stone through it. I looked to the south down the stream and saw that the stream ran straight to the horizon line, but it was broken up into smaller sections by land masses like earthen bridges, these bridges forced the water to run underneath them every little bit.
As I looked down the stream, suddenly the section in front of me filled with water and in a blink, there stood a man about my height. His hair was spiked in sharp points, and his whole body and all his clothes were glowing silver. It was as if he was a living statue. His eyes glowed with the same silver gleam. He was dressed in a 17th century double breasted waist coat with a high collar. He wore knickers with ties at the knees. His silver socks disappeared into some button top shoes. I was a bit taken back by his appearance and because he was just an arm’s length away. I looked at him and repeated what I had said to the other man. “My friend fell through a hole so small you couldn’t throw a stone through it.”
He said back to me, “I believe you.” (I think this speaks of trust.)
The silver man was then behind me to the north and we were on the steel deck of what would be best described as a barge. I am not sure what it was. He was running towards me and was yelling “uncouple, uncouple, uncouple” Each time he yelled it, he would disconnect some type of chain fastening binders and throw in onto the deck of the barge. I could feel the stream and the land disconnect from the barge as if it was a separate unattached piece of land. There was never any image of the east which is always future for me. It was always just a foggy gray. The feeling of everything shifting under me woke me up.
For me, I was uncoupling from my past, and I was on a floating piece of land with a stream. A stream is always spiritual to me.
Meditative Imagery 