Our world ended, a new STO world began

[Third_Density_Resident]

Back in 2012 I had a dream. And to be perfectly honest, it was one of the most traumatic, emotion-filled dreams of my life, despite its positive ending. I actually woke from the dream bawling like a baby, and it took about 30 minutes for the emotions to subside. I wrote it all down at the time, but sadly the hard drive which I saved it on became corrupted and so the original dream diary entry no longer exists. However due to the nature of the experience, and because I have verbally retold it several times to family and friends, I think the overall impression here is still fairly close to my original written description.

This dream isn’t really totalitarian in nature; if anything it is more eschatological, so I decided not to post it in the "Dreaming in a Totalitarian Society" thread as I said I would on another thread. I can’t say I was consuming anything world-ending at the time, such as movies, television or other media. My life was pretty standard. But it did happen three years after the Cs said there were only 5 years till “0 New Year”, so perhaps this had an influence upon me. Maybe also the whole 2012 hysteria at that time played a part, even though I definitely didn't buy into it. When I read back what I wrote below, it doesn't even come close to adequately describing the overall feeling. So I can understand why others might read it and merely think, "Ok, that's interesting."

As to why I chose to post this dream now, rather than back in 2012? I had a lot going on at that time, such as moving across the country, followed shortly thereafter by family trauma. Latest world events in 2026 made me think of the dream again, so I have now decided to share it.

Anyway, here is the dream:

It was daytime, and I was standing in a grassy paddock with distant mountains in the west. In the foreground near me stood an old timber farmhouse on wooden stilts, so you needed to walk up a set of rickety old stairs to get into it. Oddly, it turned out to be some kind of kindergarten as I found out when I walked inside for some reason. I can't remember what I was talking about or who I was specifically talking to, but I do remember seeing children and a teacher. I then looked through one of the westward-facing windows towards the mountains and seeing the blackest of black skies you could ever imagine. It was clear that a storm of monumental proportions was approaching.

I walked back outside, looked towards the west again, and then it became apparent that this was no ordinary storm. In the furiously swirling black clouds I could see what can only be described as the most evil, demonic entities in all of existence, writhing around. I could see their faces very clearly, feel the evil emanating from them, and at the same time I could see funnel clouds touching the ground, except they were very much conscious, in the sense that they were part of the evil entities, almost like tentacles.

I ran into a flimsy tent set up nearby, in what seemed to be a campground of sorts, and then I was suddenly with some family members. We huddled in the tent and awaited the demonic tempest. I remember telling everyone to close their eyes and pray, pray, pray. The storm reached us, the wind screamed around us like nothing on this earth, yet miraculously we were not blown away. However even with our eyes closed, the demons were visible to us. They were able to project themselves into our minds. Their faces came right up close and whirled around us, taunting us. The trauma of this part of the dream is impossible to describe adequately. The sheer terror of that experience was so real to me, more real than many waking moments I’ve had in real life.

After what seemed like hours of hell, the storm eventually passed and our prayers seemed to work. We emerged physically unscathed from the tent. In the sky the storm had completely cleared and a massive rainbow appeared before us in the east. All of these people who also survived the storm appeared from all different directions and it was clear to me that these people had very high frequency resonant vibrations. And I instantly knew that a new STO world had dawned and that we were to be the founders of that new world.

— end of dream —


Now, despite the very happy and hopeful ending, I woke from that dream a blubbering mess! I think it's because the first part was just so damn real and so traumatic, and it took a long time for me to release the raw emotions. What is interesting to me is that I have had many bad dreams in my life, but none have ever caused such a visceral, prolonged reaction upon awakening. As I said above, it must have been 30 minutes before I returned to my normal self.

The dream also played a part in getting me to move to another part of the country to be closer to my family, as I was originally planning to stay put for another two years. Within two years of that dream, I lost two very close family members, and I shudder to think how I would have felt living so far away from the rest of my family when those deaths occurred.

 

[Paranthas]

Very interesting dream indeed! Also dreams lived vividly have otherwordly quality to them, unfortunately for myself those dreams are quite rare as like many of us day by day one has to manuever through work, familiy, country and other worldly ocurrences that feels like drains our energy and keeping our focus on the material side of the reality.

One thing I remember from the readings I had if my memory doesn´t fail me is thar C´s told that 2012 was the begining of the end. So we are evidently still not on the finish line but definitely has passed the start line for things to unfold. Also for the very nature of the things reality is always in flux. I personally view the things happen like a chess game, feel like we are the pieces on the board, most of the pieces play their predetermined movements, very rarely a "soldier" can reach the end of the table to transform into a queen, rook, bishop, or knight. But the delicate thing of this STS forces can revert their moves when they know they are going to fail, efectively giving birth to an alternative timeline game in another board. So this game is played on many levels. But hopefully the final result will be determined by the perseverence and will power of the very pieces of the board. Yes there is help from STO but no one can save anyone who doesn´t know they are needed to be rescued moreover they need to turn into their own saviour.

Sometimes I think even the STS forces play a role in the game they are not aware, serving to a purpose higher to themselves and like in movie matrix everthing flows to the requeried outcome of the matrix itself needs , its the need to Universe/Source to know thyself. Also just today I was hearing audiobook of the Ra second book that this is not the only "run" of the creation that they know there exist a prior version of the creation and the post version , so its a self rectifiying and self evaluating reality. Simulation is run with predetemined set of parameters , result is collected and the new "game" starts with what has been learned from the last experience.