Work has been very stressful, with much turmoil among the sales team, not really sure what the final result will be, just doing my best to hold on. I'm currently doing one of my biggest shows of the year, last year I finished first among all others with over $230,000 in deals, which results in a paycheck of around $15,000. As you can imagine, it's a fight all the way to the end when that much money is on the table, in such a short amount of time. You can't do it in a sprint; you have to work like it's a marathon.

With all the mounting pressure on my mind, sometimes all you want to do is to get out, but you know what the end result has in store for you. I thought one night; all I need is a little vacation? I followed that thought with a three-hour kriya, and an hour of affirmations, I laid my head down to sleep, looking forward to a blissful night of sleep.

The image of an old friend gently came in to vision, obscured by the prana dancing in the either. "Oh hello there" I said. "Come, come Ezekiel time to get a move on, or have you grown to acusumed to that body?"  He said with a chuckle. I rose up out of my body, sitting half out; I looked back at my body, comfortingly laying, on its right side fast asleep. I reached up as my friend lent me his hand, helping me up out of the body. I shacked it loose, as if removing yesterday's clothes; I stood tall next to my friend, who I felt I had known for thousands of years. We stood shoulder to shoulder, he had a slender build, appeared to be in his mid thirties, with a fair complexion. His hair was dark brown, and brown eyes, and his face was adorned with a small smile, emanating from within. He was my old friend, through times since past, who I knew as if he was my own brother.

"You remember how to fly don't you, I mean you haven't been so locked up in that delusionary world that you've forgotten how to fly, have you A' "? He said with that similular smile across his face. "No, of course not, my friend" I said as I rose up, lifted my arms up over my head, and flew right through the stone wall of the hotel, where I had been staying here in Sacramento. We flew right over the busy freeway and on over the tall buildings of downtown Sacramento, till we reached the edge of the city, and through the countryside. Flying ever so fast over the many hills, and trees, the land quickly flattened out, then two rivers, then the coast, we flew right past the beach and on over the ocean.

 A vibration shift occurred as we lifted upward toward the heavens, and dark night quickly became a blissful morning sun, which immersed the both of us in its glow. We were now soaring above the clouds, whenever clouds would break, I would see a diamond filled ocean of blue stars. Flipped on my back, while flying across and over this great ocean of light, I was looking upward, at the celestial heavens, of the unlimited dreams of Mothers life presence. Distracted by gods delight, I nearly missed my friend, taking a nose dive straight down, to much my surprise, I thought for a moment he fell from the sky; I followed chase right behind him. The great ocean quickly came upon us, as he the plunged head first into the water. I stopped with, a fear that I had lost my old friend, when just as he plunged beneath the waves, he rose back up, then in a flutter of laughter, he danced about the waves with delight.

"You remember our old game don't you Ezekiel", he said. "Sure, are you ready, I'm ready, let's go!" I said with a shout. Floating there above the waves, we both leaped into the air. He flipped, into the water first, creating a measurable splash, upon which I followed. We are now skimming the waters in a race, and who ever tires first is the looser. I was moving in and out of the water with such velocity, skimming the top of the water, then occasionally diving down, then blasting up over the oncoming ocean currents, I could only see the faint echoes of my friends feet kicking the waves back my direction. I remember saying to myself, ‘Gosh, I feel like a Dolphin'.

Upon that realization, I had lost my friend in the currents, I rose back up above the ocean currents, to find my self immersed in a vast Island bay. The bay extended out beyond the horizon, of pure white sands, rich with shimmering diamond grains of sand. Rising above the sands were many marble white chateaus, with small walkways connecting each home. A large fountain rose above the chateaus in a central town square, adorned with many shops, and a parade of people in multicolored robes, pacing through the streets. Each robe color was to represent the particular persons vibrational polarity alignment in god's kingdom. Gold robes amplified the crown charka, and place that person into their proper Christ alignment. A pink robe amplified the heart center, and aligned them with their individual Christ self. There were many colors to see, shades of violet, pink, white, gold, orange, and so on. Sex and gender is of no matter here, in this higher vibrational plane, people manifest into reality, and when you have fulfilled everything necessary to your souls development, you simply transcend this reality, as your body will change it's vibrational signature, and simply transcend this world for the next.

Rising above the town was an expansive mountain range, rising miles into the heavens, and stretching far beyond the horizons. I once again rose high above the ocean waves, to meat the clouds, so that I could get a better view of the serenity of this island paradise. As I reached the clouds height, the sun was just about to set over the now distant horizon, as the last of the suns rays gleamed off the pearl ecsent buildings. I saw how within each ray of the sun, existed each microcosmic life structure, the basis for all that is, prana. This prana is the transformative energy behind every driving force in our universe. When properly harnessed, prana can be transformed into, food to nourish your body; there are so many possibilities, if only we open our conciseness.

Ascending from the sky, I thought it to be nice to explore this little town, I landed near the town center, people politely moved aside to allow me to properly come to a firm landing. Every one smiled in my direction, as if welcoming home an old friend. Glancing once upward, the sky was of a dark blue, the heavens lit up, the stars were so bright, and so many, I thought for a moment I must be near the Galactic center. I remembered that at the higher octaves, the heavens are always far more brighter, and busier than the dull skies of our physical universe. Science will tell you that there is actually far more up there, than we can actually see, for instance there is this thing called Dark Matter. Dark Matter actually makes up the majority of our universe, the visible universe we see in the physical accounts for a mere 2% of what actually exists. Dark matter exists with gravitational pull, and takes up space, however we cannot see it, and cannot interact with it. The reason this is, is because we are of one vibrational frequency, and dark matter is of another, we exist in a multidimensional universe, and were we are but fish in our vast sea of physical consciousness. Just like the fish, completely unaware of the larger world just above the ocean currents.

I walked about the town, there were many shops, and in the center of town was the fountain shooting upward then crashing back down. Taking in the beauty, I glanced about the hillsides, were above was the prominent mountain, reaching heavenward. I then noticed something I didn't think I would see, a radio tower on the edge of town. I quickly arrived, and as I drew closer, a news program was playing on a loud speaker. It sounded like any news program you can imagine, but it was from the physical world, in fact they were reporting on the war between Israel and Lebanon. As the news report ran, I noticed several others near me, taking notes, and listening very intent on the current happenings.

With the stress waying on my mind all I wanted to do was to fly up out of there, though somehow I felt a bit heaver, so I grabbed hold of a ladder rising to the top of the radio tower, climbed to the top and jumped off, it took a moment, but I quickly regained flight, and took off. I felt I just wanted to fly up over those mountains, maybe see what else is around, so I flew upward reaching my arms out, rising up to the height of the mountain ridge, when the thought of my body came racing to my mind, and I was instantly zapped back to my body, just in time for another day of work.

I found myself walking on an old mountain path, a place of the ancients who long ago once lived in these mountains. My old friend, who I felt I had known for thousands years past, led me through this path. We talked at lengths, very casual like as old friends would, joking and laughing, all along walking through the night, up this ancient moonlight path. The trees were so large, so beautiful they hugged the path at each turn, we would be ducking and brushing away the old overgrowth along the way. I had an Idea were we were going, but aloud my friend to continue to lead the way.

The path then came to a parting of three ways, my friend then says, well when you are uncertain of which way to go, what do you do. I then said "You take the Center Path", a small laugh was then enjoyed and we carried on our way. Just up above the path began to broaden up a bit; it came to a higher point just on top of a large hill. It was such a wonderful night, walking up that hill; a warm surge of energy enveloped our two beings.

My friend then said, "AHH yes, you see this is a ancient energy center, it is were the great cosmic forces breath there vital energies, I brought you here so that you can remember our time together, so that you will have the strength to bring back with you my important message for you." he paused for a moment, allowing me to gather my attention, " My dear friend, ............... what is it you wanted to tell me" I said with a excitement. "You are a Shaman, and it is about time you act like one"

"Yes I understand, I will remember" I said as my body lifted up as if the cosmic breath blew me upward, I watched my friend below my feet wave to me goodbye, I looked forward to the next time we would meet.

I arrived back to my little room, to find my physical body laying flat on the bed, it's always quite odd looking back at your self, when your out of your body, you see your body for what it truly is, a simple vessel. It's because when you understand who you are in your truest and finest being you are so much more, you consciousness extends so much further than you can ever imagine, even if you try, you can not hope to understand, so long as your mind is fixed within your body, and you are self identified, you will never open the veil. You must step out, and venture forth; there is nothing to fear, become that you are meant to be.

Upon waking from this particular OBE, I felt I carried back with me an electric storm, as all of my hair was sticking up with a static electricity. My bed sheets were all stuck together, I could feel the electric charge running through the very core of my being.

In my dream I was at my childhood home in Idaho. My father had planted many trees on the property; we had a beautiful family garden. My father and I were walking into the backyard, while watching the beautiful sunset, my attention then were suddenly broken when I happened to trip over what I first thought was a fallen tree. Rising back up I took a closer glance at this once proud tree that was now laying on its side. The tree it self was still firmly planted in the soil, but I noticed it was growing on it's side. How odd I thought, the bark appeared an orange-brown tint to the trunk of the tree. Glancing toward my father, his attention was on the distant sun, setting behind the mountains, I picked myself up, thinking of only this tree, which I must help. I felt it just needed some support for which to grow into the grand tree it inspired to become. I looked around the yard and found an old Iron fence post; I thought well this would be strong enough. I carried it back to the tree; with my entire mite I pushed it into the ground, being especially careful not to puncture any of the roots of the tree. Once firmly in, I grabbed hold of the tree, the tree had great size, though I had great strength. I pulled the tree to an erect position, then while holding it in place, a pulled out a few rope ties I found in my pocket, and bound the tree to the Iron post. I proceeded to do a small prayer for the tree, that the tree may attain it's own Christ Attainment.

Stepping back to admire my workmanship, my father's hand rested on my shoulder. I could feel the last rays of the warm sun hitting my back, my father spoke, "Now that is more beautiful than a thousand sunsets", both our eyes fixed upon this beautiful tree. The sun glimpsed one last time before it sank behind the distant mountains, giving one last life rejuvenating shimmer of light to the tree. The ground shook with a thump!! The once ill tree stood tall and proud, it's trunk shook, shaking off the orange-brown discolorization. Reveling a shinning white trunk, the once withered roots, gripped the ground, and growing outward, right under then past our feet. The branches grew outward with a tremendous verosity, felling the sky, on each larger branch grew a thousand more smaller branches, and on each smaller branch, grew a thousand more leaves. Each leaf was unique, in many shades of color, techture, and each blew in the wind just a little different. Then flowers blossomed, giving off the sweet smell of lilies.

Though it was dark, the sun had set, all there was, is light! Only Light existed in this place, the tree extruded so much of this life giving light, that even the birds started to take notice, as they came alive in beautiful melodies, the grass was of a brighter green, then looking at my father, he himself was of light. The once ill tree, that just needed a little support, and a prayer was now a beacon of light itself, and anything coming into it's presence is now of light, for I and the tree are now one.

A visit with my Mother preceded, her home was a small temple resting on a hilltop. After making myself comfortable, she began to tell me of my most recent experience. She rested in a large throne like chair, with many robes, and Indian sashays. She had long brown hair that curled at its ends, and always smiling.  She went on to explain that in life I am always uplifting those around me, to higher Christ consciousness, but often falling short of my own Christ attainment. I must first anchor myself in the Christ consciousness, and only then try to help others do the same.  Like when you anchored the tree to the ground, and giving support to it, so when erect, the tree could blossom into it's own Christ Divinity. You must find the anchor in your life, so that you can also attain Christ Consciousness in this life!!

I awoke from this dream this morning with the sweet smell of lilies in my bedroom.

A tremendous outpouring of love was felt last night, which kept me up meditating for the better part of the night. At one point my love for god was so intensified, that I literally broke down in tears. I finally went to sleep at nearly four in the morning.

During the night, I awoke; there was a presence in the room. My old teacher and friend were here, in the presence lying next to me in my bed. After a close study, I realized he was in a higher astral body, but still very present in every way. He awoke from his slumber, sat up as if looking right through me. I felt he was in pain, he was letting me, and he was not able to come this year to teach the 2nd Kriya. He wished he could so much, but he was in pain.

After a time, I laid back down, Shebindu sleeping beside me. There was a vibrant energy encircling the room, dancing to a sweet melody, and a blissful sleep endued.

I once lived and played in the Blue Ridge Mountains, were I had an insurance agency. At a customer meeting, I remember her mentioning how beautiful it was to climb to the top of a mountain, at dawn when the valley below feels up with a low laying fog. Of how beautiful it was, like an endless sea and lush green mountain top islands. With the sun rays reflecting off the fog, making for a perfect moment. Something to always remember.

After that meeting, I just couldn't get that vision out of my mind. I thought about the simple romance of the vision for the rest of the day. Night finally came; I couldn't wait another moment, for I knew were I must go tonight! On a rendezvous over the Blue Ridge Mountains, soaring high above is were I must go. In bed, I took myself through the steps, for preparation for my flight. When I felt the loud vibration, I knew it was time to go.

I found myself floating at the top of my small room, my body very comfortable and secure in it'd bed. My only thought, I flew upward through my ceiling, I felt a bit of crackling as I glided through, with a little concentration, my astral body, became lighter, and shot upward to the stars. I felt I was a bullet at high velocity, so I allowed my cord to pull me back in a bit, wouldn't want to go out to far this night. I glided back down to a height just above the tree tops, feeling very relaxed and in control I stretched out my arms, my fingers brushing the astral trees. I then swept up through some fog, were I found the sun rising above the distant ridges.

When your out of your body, depending on how fine or dull your body in, things and colours will often appear very different. In this case I was in a very light astral body, were although I could still see all things physical, I was aware of so much more.

The Suns rays filled the air with a luminous awry of colours, much more than that of the rainbow. The sun itself was of a pure gold colour, with a violet flame reaching outward, and a multitude of colours forming off that, all coalescing, one and two colours transforming and becoming something else more magnificent. The suns rays danced in the air, as if to a beautiful symphony, but the only sound to be heard in this place was the entrancing ooommm vibration.

I flew upward, then down, dancing to the sweet melody of the spectrum of colour and sound. I was a child in this moment, in this perfect moment, high above all cares or worries, high above the clouds.

So when the next time came up to meet with my customer, she asked me, did you do as I said, and see the beautiful morning sun. I said, of coarse, I did, and how beautiful it was, something I'll always remember.

On one of many nights, I moved out of my body. I floated upward, as I then looked down, I see the figure of a man, my self, that though I recognize as my physical body, I feel no relation to it. My attention is immediately drawn away, by the sound of a roaring engine deep down below my feet. I move swiftly down through the floors of the house, passing through my fathers room, where I say hello on my way by, he gently waves with a small smile. I am moving now with great intensity through the earth, toward the roaring engine. I begin to see with my expanded vision of a massive cavern coming closer and closer. I one more flash, I'm there, I'm standing in a narrow tunnel, feels very much like a subway tunnel, only this was very different. The walls were perfectly smooth, and shimmered with a glass like surface to them. From were I was standing there was very little shadow, as if the walls gave off their own light, the walls themselves acted as mirrors reflecting a greater light. I instantly saw in my mind that these tunnels were formed with intense laser beams, with such intensity, that the rock was actually melted to form this glass like structure to the surface of the tunnel. The center of the tunnel dipped down several feet, in a half circle, forming a kind of bowl.

I glanced over to my left, there was a man sitting on a bench, formed within the tunnel wall. The bench was adorned with two wall lights, and with those two lights, I saw how they illumed the entire area of the tunnel. The man who was dressed in a black suite, greeted me with a friendly smile, a began to once again read a paper that was in his hand. Based on his dress, I understood he was a business man, who happened to traverse between our two worlds, and this tunnel system I was standing in was what would take him back and forth.

I felt a strong wind rush toward me and the sound of that engine again. It felt as though I was in a large vacuum, as all the wind was rushing towards me, as a silver train rolled up. It was like a subway, were it was comprised of many passenger compartments. Though it floated one foot above the base of the tunnel floor. It was all silver, and was shaped like a bullet, with small round windows adorning it from end to end. The cheerful man approached the bullet train; suddenly a door appeared and slid open. After the man had entered the door sled close and the seems around the door vanished. Within three seconds this amazing train was off, in the direction far left of were I was, to a great light, as bright as the sun.

Walking a few minutes took me closer and closer to this immense light. As I passed into it, my eyes took a moment to adjust my gaze upon a gigantic cavern. The cavern itself was at least ten miles high and one hundred miles in length. It was immense to say the least, filled with lush vegetation, and a great waterfall spilling through an upper cavern into the valley below. I found my self standing on the edge of a steep cliff, with a narrow staircase descending into the valley. In the distant I could see the train speeding into a great city. The city itself was reaching upper ward towards the top of the cavern. It glistened, shimmering with a rainbow of colors; the city streets were alive with activity.

I began to descend down the stairs, taking slow steps to make sure I did not slip down. Descending, I was taking in the vibrant scenery, of birds chirping, flowers blooming, feeling completely at home in this paradise.
Just then the thought of a faint memory came into my mind of my physical body resting in its bed, and at once was pulled intensity back into my body. Once again feeling the heavy dullness of the body, I knew my adventure was over, until next time.

In closing, I feel the place I visited in this adventure, was a place not of this world, but of another, Higher Dimensional Realm of this planet Tara.

One of many nights I entered the retreat through a large white pyramid that is aboveground. Three spires rise through this pyramid and above it; the center spire, extending through the capstone of the pyramid, is a yellow plume and the smaller spires on either side are pink and blue. I entered the triangular-shaped room and saw at the far end three large flame fountains against the backdrop of midnight-blue walls. In the center of the room is the main staircase descending to a very large complex containing a network of classrooms, flame rooms, and a central hall.

Immediately upon descending the stairs, I see another self-sustaining fountain. Its radiation is so brilliant that I feel I am in the presence of the sun itself. Passing around the fountain, I descend another flight of stairs into a great hall. At the far end upon a series of ascending circular platforms is the a magnificent throne of golden purity. The domed ceiling is a clear midnight-blue mingling with deep violet, while the floor beneath my feet is snow-white stone. Four pillars form a square within the temple, and two more pillars are on the stairs we have just descended.

Stone tables and benches in the same white material are scattered in geometric design throughout the hall. The white stone is used throughout the temple, tinted with the colors of the seven rays in order to focus the purity of the white fire and the Christ consciousness that is expressed through each of the seven rays.

Six flights of stairs, three on either side of this great round hall, lead to other flame rooms and classrooms, one of which emits an intense sapphire-blue radiance. Descending into this room, I stand at the entrance and observe the magnificent flame of purity in powerful concentration. To the left in midair is the whirling focus of blue flame, with the blue-flame sword, the pillar of fire, in the center. The velocity of the flame that forms the circle is so intense that it appears as if it is not moving at all; but I observe from the sparks of blue fire that are thrown off through the centripetal and centrifugal action of the whirling fire that it is indeed moving at great speed and with enough concentrated power of the will of God to cut through the most dense of any humanly misqualified energy.

After the tour, my guide leads me to a room which again is triangle in shape, and in the absolute center of the room, is a white flame burning upon a alter. Beside the alter is a cushion, which I kneel on, my feet folded under themselves. The flame burns with tremendous intensity, yet never is it hard to look into it. As I glance about the room, I notice how no shadow exists, as every surface reflected light, shadow could not exist. I rested my hands; palms open, and proceeded to become one with the white flame.......