Epic Dream: A Journey through the Grey, and the End of Presidents and Politics

First off, it is election day in America. The gist of this dream is that everything is going to be okay… eventually. Oh, and don’t get trapped in the grey.

Before I share my epic night-before-election dream, I must note that the same thing happened four years ago. A few months before the 2016 election, I was also handed a “suggestion of the future” in a dream.

I’m in a crowd. A man moves briskly towards me and passes a small slip of paper into my left hand. He disappears into the crowd. Very covert. I open the slip of paper and in penciled writing, it says, “Trump is next president.”

Dream Journal, Sept 2016 (I just posted on Twitter that it was a few days before. Actually, it was a few months.)

Pretty short and sweet, right? Last night was definitely not a short dream. It wasn’t about the next president. It was about the entire overhaul of our current political system. And I am one who is the very definition of apolitical.

The dream has many dimensions and would take me all day to translate. I will therefore list the main points, and quickly so that I can get this posted asap. Note: I awoke in pure joy and wonder, with a huge beaming smile on my face.

I am in a giant home. It is oval-shaped, like a race track. The past is towards the right side and the future to the left. (Not a political reference.) It moves from gradations of gray into bright color as you move to the left toward the dining area and stunningly-beautiful kitchen. The people that gather here are lucid, joyful, and in full color – colors that pop even more than what we know in our current spectrum. The color fades gradually as the spectrum moves towards the dead soil. I made this journey to the past in my dream.

The lucid humans gathering in the dining area and kitchen were celebrating the experience of being awake with other awake humans. The feeling was an indescribable joy. We didn’t have to explain or translate anything to the linear mind. It was instant knowing and communion. We were all online and whole – an entirely different and yet natural way of being than what we had been reduced to in the past.

As I walked into the past, some families in the grey spectrum had children who were living “in color” and they could see me when I walked by. I had so much compassion for their pain – being awake inside a grey world (a nod to many of my readers). The parents and older humans could not see me “visiting,” just as they could not see the vivid colors of their own children, the very souls who were born into the grey to help. It showed me that many humans remain trapped in the grey spectrum for many cycles. They continue looping here until they find the will within to transform the unconscious patterns into lucid awareness (fear to love).

I slowly made my way back to the dead-soil area, along with some other lucid travelers from the kitchen. We sat down and watched footage of past history on a giant TV screen. We were learning about the history of the U.S. Government and politics. They were showing black and white footage of a presidential candidate in the 1950s or 60s. We were amazed at how primitive the footage looked, along with the language and ideology being broadcast to the people. It was such a huge contrast from where we were thriving in the kitchen. A place where there were no presidents, politics, and rhetoric. I understood that we had eventually transcended the fog of manipulation. The old system had fallen away. These things cannot exist in the vivid color spectrum of our natural human design. Psychological warfare can only work in the grey.

At this point, I recorded a voice memo of the dream on my cell phone so that I could get a bit more sleep. I was aware that there was a pretty big missing piece of the dream that had quickly faded. It was about what happens when moving from the kitchen into the beautiful white light. I awoke two hours later after having the missing piece replayed and explained. I realized that it was not intended that I recall all of this, but suffice it to say that everything was magic, synchronicity, beauty, grace, and more. It was the realization of who we are and how life is supposed to work when we restore our wholeness. I walked further into the kitchen and came to a white curtain with white light blasting through behind it. I knew that beyond this window, we would enter into the next layer or dimension of the spiral. A woman stepped in front of the curtain and greeted me. It was a combo persona of a woman I’d just met in a Zoom meeting on Oct 31st and my bass player years ago. Her face was beaming like my own. We were synchronized in the knowing that we would all walk through this curtain together.

This is when I woke up in pure joy with that huge beaming smile on my face.

Just to wrap this up quickly: The overhaul of the American and global governmental systems is in direct relation to the overhaul of our consciousness. Our choice in this crossroads is: stay looping in the grey or expand into many more colors of possibility. And remember, as we move through the spectrum from grey to the embodiment of color, you will probably receive many broadcasts from that big-screen TV that things are dire and scary. Do not believe it. Do not fall back into darker shades of grey. Allow yourself to keep moving and trusting in Love. Trust in that beautiful spectrum of color at your core. It is, after all, who we truly are.

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Eileen is an author, mystic, songstress, and is actively listening, unpacking, and integrating the Divine codes within. After many numinous experiences, she receives guiding messages for our evolution in consciousness and is here to help others remember the inner cosmic highway within. She has been an invited speaker and facilitator on the topics of the Divine Feminine, evolving consciousness, and the deeper meaning of extraterrestrial, or inter-dimensional contact.

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