My First “(Re-)Visit”

April 2010 – Notes directly after my self-guided meditation into this Lemurian life

I’m  studying synchronizations of sorts with points in the person’s body; to ____ [it was clear in the meditation, but I don’t understand it by today’s terms]??? I have a medical school and clinic of sorts for advanced healing, like deformities, severe sickness, genetic challenges. We know of all of this in our society; however, I have advanced knowledge of new modalities. The school is a ways from home… flying distance not too bad. It’s at the (ocean) shore? There are special healing waters we have at the school, part of the healing modality I teach others. We don’t have many who are healers as a profession; we only have those who teach and study, because it’s part of general knowledge teaching on how to heal yourself. We’re seeing some problems recently, though, and I’ve been studying how to fix them, and make them impervious to these issues, as well as make the body even better, stronger, resilient.

Something’s (??) nagging at me, and I’m bothered by it.

At the end of whatever – day, session? – I fly home on her. The white – dragon? She’s absolutely beautiful. Soft, yet strong, feathery and balanced [totally a different and softer/warmer creature than any type of dragon I’m aware of in current lore]. She and I have been together for a long time – since I was a teen (?? Just know that, but not how). I fly her without even thinking about it, as if she’s an extension of me. Our thoughts are connected; there’s a “rainbow point” at our third eye that connects us… as many of us are connected with, who have some close relationships [that’s what Max was showing me, I realize now, and I think the point of that Alex Gray painting I keep seeing]. We feel each other’s thoughts, especially once we “hook up” (touch point to point – forehead to forehead); I don’t have to direct her.

As we fly towards home (eastward from the school/”clinic”), we can sense there’s something wrong off to the left – north? – and it’s a familiar darkened feeling, as we’ve been sensing it for awhile. It feels dark, and not right – like a “bad” spot over a troubled area when scanning someone’s body. As I look, I see movement in the mouth of a cave that opens on a mountainside; we veer closer to see what we can make out, and three terrible heads stick out and snap at us. I’m horrified (but not scared, more curious); they look like mutations of my white flying friend (? Don’t know/remember her name) – no feathers, no fur or hair at all – they look like lizards instead of mammals, and their eyes are gold, like a snake’s, and soulless looking. I can feel that they want to hurt us; however, they’re juveniles, and though I THINK that they have wings, they can’t/don’t fly (yet?). My white flying friend is curious – she senses genetic similarities to her – but also understands at this point that they would intend to hurt us if she went any closer. We’re also disturbed to “hear” their thoughts – as most of us can communicate telepathically – because they’re not… for lack of a better word, healthy. Garbled, unclear, and angry.

We redirect our attentions toward home and fly off.

Next, I’m walking into my…. Home? Seems to be built into the side of a hill or mountain; there are hallways with natural wall made of stone, and windows/openings only on one side.

It’s a nice, comfortable home, but just completely different.

As I enter via the outside into the middle of the hallway, my partner [the equivalent of a husband? A permanent coupled relationship] is already at the doorway [there’s no door?] leaning against the wall. He’s taller than me, very dark hair, long in that it hangs down in waves to about his chin. Brooding look about him; thin but healthy build.  I can tell he’d been standing there, deep in thought well before I’d walked in. He looks up, a little startled at my entry; he says that he’s surprised to see me home early.

He’s some sort of scientist, does something similar to me, because I can feel that type of understanding we have with each other. However, he does a lot of his work at home, I do a lot of mine at the school/clinic.

I know I’ve been puzzled and wary of his distraction lately, and it due to something he’s been working on.

As I look into his face, I’m not sure who it is I see that I know today – is it Scott or Brad? I’m pretty sure it’s Scott.

Then a woman enters briskly from the left; there’s some type of walkway in the mountain from that direction, and I’m very familiar with it, but I don’t know what it is in the here and now. She’s well-kept, but not a pleasant person. And I know she doesn’t like me.

Nor do I like her.

I don’t like him working with her. It has nothing to do with romance or anything – it’s strictly work, and I can feel their connection, anyway. [There’s not much of that in the society we live in here; must have something to do with the telepathic connections – hard to hide – plus it seems to be a very honest and focused typed of society.] There’s something wrong with her; she’s much more guarded mentally than most of us, which means that she’s hiding something. And that means it’s not good, so I don’t want him to be involved with it. But whatever it is they’ve been working on, it’s devoured him the same way my studies have recently devoured me.

She’s surprised to see me, as well – they’d intended to meet about some of their business thinking that I wouldn’t be there that day. We have some curt words with each other (so we’re obviously open about our dislike for each other), she dismisses herself after about a few minutes of conversation with him, and she leaves.

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