Psychic Channel Dream Analysis 2: The Great White Brotherhood

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Dream Analysis 2: The Great White Brotherhood

Repost and edited for clarity.

June 12, 2014

The very word ‘secret’ is repugnant in a free and open society; and we are as a people inherently and historically opposed to secret societies, to secret oaths, and secret proceeding.

–President John F. Kennedy

The first part of my dream interpretation: Dream Analysis 1: Let me go!

The information I’m releasing may seem too fantastical, and I wouldn’t want your skeptical mind to change. Most of you wouldn’t believe me, and I have nothing to lose by writing about it. I ask that you be open to the information and experiences I’m picking up. I wouldn’t take everything to heart because these are mixtures of my prophetic dreams, “memories,” and reality.

In a prior blog entry entitled “Dream Analysis: Let me go!” I wanted to add a quick series of dreams I’ve had. As stated in that post, most people can’t recall their dreams. It’s fleeting. If they can vividly and lucidly dream, recall is much easier, and that’s how I dream; however, recently, two years ago, I started to validate my prophetic dreams. From dreaming of my stepdad falling off the roof, then having a déjà vu moment when he actually fell and exclaimed the exact words from my dream, to see people demonstrating “mind-alter” technology and “mind control,” then dreaming of sizeable industrial complex where lectures were held on genetics and eugenic to promote a sense of superiority in the lectured mass. I would brush it off as a dream until these “people” started showing up in reality at my employment.

First, I would like to talk about the people in “white .” I started seeing them while briefly dating this military guy in Savannah, GA. I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep, and he was lying beside me; then, I saw images flash before my mind’s eyes for the first time. It is a dry, red, sandy, arid region and a military outpost. Then the scene changed, and I noticed people attending a party in a “white dress code” outside an expensive property. 

I found out later that the dry, arid region was in Afghanistan. It was the military guy’s “work post” while he was stationed there (of course, I didn’t say anything); more importantly, I’m curious about the group that likes to hold expensive “white dress code” parties. There’s a particular energy signature they gave off.

For example, when I broke off the relationship with the military guy ( There was a lot of mind-altering and mood-altering experience in that relationship. This gets into the Horus Ra “shift” experience, which I’ll get into in another post.) The energy felt lighter after the break-up. Some people around me in the architecture program gave off a reading I couldn’t put into words. 

The round table dream involves my architecture construction tech. classmate/project partner:

I’m in a different location. The surrounding has a dark hue. It looks like a circular conference room with a vast circular table. I was seated at the table, and across from me, I saw my class partner, an Indian guy. Gathered around us were younger guys from their early 20s to mid-20s. There was something about them that belies their youthful appearance. Something…They all extended their arms out to offer me ‘ice cream.’ I took the ice cream from the closest guy seated next to me.

Then there’s this dream of shipping containers that’s probably brought on by one of my colleagues at work (Ele Fine Fusion). She mentioned knowing a guy with a lot of money working in Savannah’s shipments and ports. One of my colleagues mentioned playing games with “real life” people involved, similar to RPG or Role-playing Games. I didn’t think much of it. That weird energy signature still lingered off some people at that fine dining restaurant.

Then, this psychic channel dream happened:

I see global shipping docks for imports and exports. Large international companies regulate the prices of goods from different countries. I sense a business enterprise. I’m seated atop one of the containers stacked on one another like staircases. I’m with a group of young people. I scan the scenes aerially. The group and I were loitering around, but there was a sense of knowledge of global affairs. There was a pecking order among us, and conversation ensued. The scenes shift; I’m in a male body, and a woman is naked and asleep. Without much thought, I was compelled to have sex with the woman. There was a camera filming the crime.  


Back in Savannah, there was this one architecture partner of mine that I can’t entirely forget. He said he was from Egypt and joked about being immortal in a sense. We did have a tendency to argue over the design of our project. Still, when we agreed, the division of tasks was broken, and we set off to work. I related to him my dream of building and designing a school in the future. The conversation was propelled into freemasonry, but I was unaware of the conspiracy element to them. ( Mind you, I had a professor who’s a mason and had colleagues who were related to masonic members.) He mentioned people had randomly died, and then one day, while we were in the wood shop, he showed me a clip of a guy “avoiding” a fatal car accident. He said, “Sometimes it’s planned,” with that ominous remark. Sometime after our project critique, he visited my newly leased southern green-style house. I brought out our “mini-3D design” and saw him looking around as if he was being followed or watched.

Then summer break rolled around, and I was back in Nashville. I was mulling over the idea of returning to Savannah to finish my degree at SCAD (because I had less than one year left, most of it was studio classes) or transferring to a local university back home for Architectural Engineering. I decided to stay back home. I took on a waitressing job from a friend for whom I had designed a logo. In that restaurant, a strange Hispanic woman, who clearly didn’t like me for god knows what frequented the restaurant often. Still, that same energy signature lingered off of her. While driving home from work, a car came at me from the right; I managed to swerve my car away from the impact and straighten the tires to prevent my car from falling off a steep ditch. It was the same Hispanic woman from the restaurant, or she looked like her anyway. She just stared at me without slowing down, and her head followed my car’s direction as I swerved to avoid her. It was an eerie experience. I was shaken by it but was too numb to really react afterward.


People in dreams appearing in real life:

While I was working at my friend’s restaurant, there were 4 incidents of my dreaming and seeing these people in real life.

1.) The dream of a sample human under “mind control” and the hypnotist changing appearance:

My vision scans the building and area. It looks like a fancy hotel or theater. People drive in luxury cars and hand their keys to the valet attendant. As my mind entered the building, there was a huge auditorium where young ‘people’ acted as hypnotists. It was reminiscent of a hypnotist show from the like of Tom DeLuca. Still, there was a disgusting, degrading twist to it. I came into the mind of one of the audience members. There were humans on tables and chairs being overpowered mentally by these kids. One girl with long brunette hair looked out at the audience, and her outfit changed. She was in a geisha face paint and Japanese kimono. The scene shifts, and I catch myself or parts of my mind clearly observing but not controlling my actions; I notice I’m on a table. I hear the command for me to bark.

After that incident, I stumbled upon information released by the late Serge Monast on a project, Blue Beam. For instance, the Caucasian brunette girl had changed into a Japanese kimono-clad geisha. She walked into the restaurant with a little girl. I was floored, yet I continued to act like everything was normal. So, I brushed it off as a coincidence and logically concluded that she had a common facial like the girl from my dream.

2.) and further:

His icy blue eyes were all I saw, and then my mind went into a deeper state; he told me, “30 seconds to Mars.” Then I was compelled to kiss him, and there was a tiny being, child-like in size, running around us. In the back of my mind, I did not want to do this. He guided me to a table–inserted in my mind–was the notion we were at a restaurant. That we were a couple. I felt nothing for the ‘guy,’ but my heart softened when he turned around and placed food on the floor for what I understood were his children.

and then this dream

I’m in a room and in the center is a single bed. I’m with a guy who just moved into a new ‘house.’ I see that same icy blue eyes telling me, “let’s cum together,” and I realize we were being intimate on the bed. I felt fear crept into my mind of being pregnant. Then I sense an important meeting. When we got out of the room, I realized it was a large industrial complex, and I saw two other ‘assigned’ couples meeting up with us. I got the feeling I was assigned to him. We arrived at an open space that reminded us of a large industrial warehouse. Rolls of seats were set up for us, and I separated from the group to sit by myself. I saw a blond, chubby woman on stage. Her hair was cut short. A ‘cat’ standing on its hind legs, rocking everyone’s chair as it went by, distracted meI remember a glimpse of the lecture on genetics. She said it clearly stuck in my mind, “EVERY inferior species is always replaced by a SUPERIOR species.”

After that dream, I went to work like usual. While I was getting my guest drinks, I felt an eye on me and looked up. The woman looking at me looked like the woman lecturing from the dream. She stared at me with a cold, hateful expression. I ignored her to keep my sanity and told myself she had a generic look.

3.) My co-worker at the time was going through culinary school and worked as support staff. All my co-workers were sitting down for lunch when the restaurant closed; a black guy came through the door and waved at me. In that instant, it triggered an old dream I had. 

My boss asked if I knew him.

An old dream from high school:

In this dream, I’m sitting on a bench. I feel lost. I don’t know where I’m at. I see this white corridor; a black guy approaches and greets me like old friends would. But I just sat on the edge of the bench, and he knelt down to look into my eyes and asked if I remembered him. He searched for any sign of recognition, then looked sad and walked away.

4.) I’ll call this dream the I-tried-to-sneak-up-on-you and scare your dream:

I always dreamed of seeing extensive closets and a room that was mine. ( There were a series of pirate ships before this dream emerged.) I’m walking along an outlet mall; it’s getting late, and I sense a guy stalking me. Without seeing him, I can pick up on his image and intention. He wanted to surprise me. Every time he tried to say, ‘boo!’ I would turn around and catch him, and he tried this 3 three times! We were in a store where they sold luxury handbags. He said he bought out the entire store, and it’s all mine. The communication wasn’t verbally stated. I thanked him and hugged him, but he knew I wasn’t interested in the gifts.

As I woke and got ready for work at the restaurant, the day went by exceedingly fast. Still, as I left work and headed towards my car, I sensed someone sneaking around the restaurant. I didn’t know if he’d actually go in the restaurant or act like a “sketchy” person outside. He had dark hair and was pale with clear blue eyes, and when he took a quick look at me, It triggered me to remember the dream from last night.

To continue before this post gets too long…

(There’s more to this story, as it culminates into the headache I’m seeing a neurologist for.)

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