One of the last dreams I would have, before moving to Montréal from Vancouver, would be a most ominous dream of Diana, Princess of Wales. At the time, my life was in flux as I hurriedly packed up my art collection and made preparations to fly out of Vancouver to Montréal.
As Pandora da Braga had lived in Paris for ten years, after having worked in the Prime Minister’s Office – Prime Minister, John Turner – studying then working as a journalist in the city of lights, I would make wonderful friends of my own in Paris.
Naturally, they all implored me to move to Montréal because they could then visit me and not have to worry about not speaking English. Of course, if you can’t live in Paris, Montréal will make a damn good substitute – the locals’ hideous xenophobia notwithstanding.
To say the least, I was only too happy to take flight from Vancouver which had proven a racially suffocating hellhole once too many for my legendary impatience… to say nothing of pride and integrity. Since I am not in the world to suffer the racial predator overlong, it was time to move on when I chose to. Knowing when to take leave is key to survival in any situation.
The astral plane dream encounter with Diana, Princess of Wales was inordinately lucid and possessed of a clarity that spoke to its prophetic potency. Of course, on awaking from the dream, I had completely misread the message of the dynamic being played out. At the time of the dream and on awaking, I had assumed the subject of ominous prophecy to be Prince William rather than Diana, Princess of Wales herself.
The dream proved rather sobering. The evening when the news broke of Diana, Princess of Wales’s death, I stood in my Montréal living room and screamed horrified because in that moment I had finally gotten whom the subject the prophetic dream was; it was Diana, Princess of Wales.
There was the same density and foreboding in this dream as in all dreams which presage death. There was no mistaking the ambiance of the dream; death palpably hung in the air.
At the time, it was Sunday, July 27, 1997 and while the Moon then transited both Taurus and my twelfth house, I did nothing more than pack and run off to Stanley Park after dark to get one more last session of hot sex in the midst of five-hundred-year-old moss-furred Sitkas.
Oh what delicious fun times! Nothing beats having sex in the middle of nature; it is so primal, so spiritual, so shamanic and elemental.
The dream was a beautiful farewell from Diana, Princess of Wales. I am sure that she would be immensely proud of how Prince William has fared since she bade him fare well in that dream.
Sweet dreams as ever.
Pandora da Braga and I visited with Diana, Princess of Wales, at nighttime, in this the first dream. I spoke to her of her great insights to world politics.
As well, I told her of how much she had learnt in this lifetime – the great insights garnered from her experiential awareness of human suffering and the human condition.
This woman was incredibly powerful in this astral plane encounter.
You had a sense of her very soul itself being present in her body. As this was an astral plane encounter, one was not experiencing Diana, Princess of Wales the glamour puss, the manipulative or, for that matter, the fucked-up basket case.
You saw the power behind the incarnate persona and understood why she was born to be Diana, Princess of Wales. All that emotional baggage ultimately was mere façade. This was a very steely tough customer.
Her eyes were always very direct and clear; they were not soft and dewy or doing the virgin bride Diana Spencer routine. She wore a powder blue suit and was in supreme control.
She then went to a near dark bedroom to check on Prince William, the future Duke of Cambridge. The heir apparent was lying in bed, foetally curled up while soundly asleep.
He looked so tiny and so frail and vulnerable that one had to wonder if he were an asthmatic or suffered from seizures. Even though asleep, Prince William seemed emotionally needy.
I was much reminded of Clarice Seberg-da Braga† in this woman’s resolute steeliness. I stood a few feet away while Diana, Princess of Wales stood leaning over the side of the bed next to her sleeping firstborn, Prince William.
The energies here were those of a retirement home or an orphanage. The vibration here was both dense and very sad; it was a most sombre ambiance here. I even passingly wondered if Prince William were in danger of dying.
When I spoke to her, she had said nothing and seemed remote, removed and otherly focussed. However, she was undividedly listening to me. Her focus was intense, with a singleness of purpose that was so unlike her incarnate persona, it was hard to believe that she could have become so legendarily emotionally fucked-up.
For being in this woman’s presence, one realised that this individual has seen a lot. By far, much more than mere mortals see in the course of three or four lifetimes has she.
Her energies surprised me as they were massive. One had to exactly wonder who she has been in past lives. I had a sense of her that she was an early mature soul.
*This would indeed prove a rather prophetic dream. I remember been so upset at this dream that on awaking, I went and looked up Prince William, Duke of Cambridge’s astrological chart to see if there were any indicators that he could possibly die early in life or imminently.
So ravishing was Diana, Princess of Wales that it never occurred to me at the time of the dream or on awaking, to have looked at her chart to see if there were any signs of her possibly dying imminently. Of course, there in her chart was a very ominously looming Pluto square transit which went exact the day she died.
I might also add that it is an afflicted Pluto which is conjunct her natal Mars. Think what you want but there is no way that Diana, Princess of Wales was not assassinated.
She was, in the dream, clearly resigned to her fate. She was obviously aware of her role in the historical drama being played out and she, finally, fulfilled her role with great aplomb.
Especially after having had that dream, I have been so proud of just how admirably Prince William, Duke of Cambridge has turned out. More than that, I glow thorough every time I see a photograph of his lovely wife, Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge.
Of course, I cried and flew-without-moving while looking at their wedding which I have watched at least once each month since – because I am a hopeless romantic and why not?
**I might also add that Sarah J. Chambers shared with me Diana, Princess of Wales’ Michael Overleaves after her passing. They are a limited window onto her overleaves. Too, I will add those of Charles Windsor, Prince of Wales’s along with Robert Bateman’s as he is made mention of.
Clarice Seberg-da Braga’s Michael Overleaves can now be found in the Michael Overleaves Appendix.
Diana Frances Spencer Windsor. July 1/1961-August 31/1997.
The fragment who was Windsor, Diana is a second level mature artisan, and was in the passion mode with a goal of acceptance, a pragmatist in the moving part of emotional center.
She had a lunar/Mercury body type and a chief feature of stubbornness with a secondary, not of self-destruction, but of self-deprecation.
Windsor, Diana was first cast in her cadence and her cadence is number five in the greater cadence. She is a member of entity number one, cadre six, greater cadre 48, pod 380.
This fragment’s essence twin is a discarnate artisan and her task companion is a discarnate sage, both of whom are staying near her, waiting for her to become oriented to her situation.
Here we had an artisan with drama in her casting, but also with a very deep need to serve both the common and the higher good, which she did with grace, charm and a good deal of conviction.
Charles Windsor, Prince of Wales Nov 14/48 London, England.
Windsor, Charles is a seventh level mature artisan-cast warrior. Observation, acceptance, pragmatist, moving part of intellectual center, Mercury-Saturn body type. Chief and second features are Stubbornness and self-deprecation.
He has an incarnate warrior essence twin with no plans to meet and a discarnate priest task companion who exerts considerable influence.
His casting is virtually the same as Bateman, Robert‘s: entity number two, cadre 4, greater cadre 16, pod/node 404, but he is a 2-4-4.
Bateman, Robert May 24/1930, Toronto, Canada
This is a seventh level mature king in the observation mode, with a goal of growth, an idealist in the moving part of intellectual centre.
Robert has a Mercury/Saturn body type.
Robert’s primary chief feature is stubbornness, with a secondary of self-deprecation.
This fragment was second-cast in his cadence and his cadence is fourth in the greater cadence. He is a member of entity two, cadre four, greater cadre 16, pod/node 404.
He has a discarnate king essence twin, who does exert considerable influence on him. He and the warrior fragment Bristol Foster are indeed task companions.
Robert’s three primary needs are: freedom, adventure and expression.
So here is an artisan-cast king, whose scholarly position in the greater cadence affects his interpersonal relationships only in the sense that he will expect that they be intellectually rewarding. He relates to the world at large in a very creative way but with a need to focus on the task at hand.
He and his essence twin have always influenced each other to an extraordinarily high degree and in this life that is certainly the case. In the immediate past life, this fragment – the essence twin – was the naturalist and intrepid voyager, John Muir.
John Muir, also a seventh level mature king at that time, was also, as you have put it, “very gentle-souled,” except where the rape of the environment was concerned.
The fragment Robert Bateman is an entity mate of the fragment who is Charles Windsor, the Prince of Wales.
He and the fragment who is now Olaf Gamst and also the fragment who is Bristol Foster have worked together on two previous occasions.
Of course, Robert Bateman and Bristol Foster have been together during many previous lifetimes but those are the only two where both have been present to Olaf Gamst.
Then, in this the second dream, I entered a film which advanced back in time. I was taken back to the beginning of my reincarnational cycle here on Earth. That is to say that for my soul’s experience here on Earth, it was the beginning of time.
There were lots of heavy-looking satellites here. As a result, the celestial lights are strange as compared to contemporary times. There was a sense of purple intensely coming through from the light spectrum.
Too, blue came through strongly here rather than the intense ‘white’ with which we are so accustomed. A very interesting phenomenon this was.
This was a very rocky terrain as I stood looking down to a spectacular vista below. Next, there was a mass influx of people who came from another planet.
There had been a mass exodus to Earth. The arrivée extra-human’s spaceships were not all that sophisticated comparable to today’s space shuttles. When they disembarked, they were an unusually tall race of Whites.
They averaged over seven feet each, on the short side, pushing nine feet; even the women were in excess of seven feet tall. They were a shabbily dressed group. Too, they looked truly shell-shocked; it was as though they had had to take flight in a hurry.
Seemingly, there had been a massive apocalyptic crisis which had precipitated their sudden departure. As a result, they had ventured here to take up residence on Earth. They seemed as if refugees from a war zone.
They were, the whole group of them, quite a mess. Immediately, they set about on a campaign to subjugate the planet and make it theirs. Theirs was a focus that was driven of their having been from elsewhere.
This was hostile territory that had to be tamed and made to order; the new planet, Earth, had to support their agenda and nothing more. This was the beginning of a reign of terror which clearly endures to this age.
They had a series of rulers, who came with the mass exodus, all of whom were male. They were a militaristic culture. They were the quintessential warrior warlords; brutish and sadistic to the core were they. They had no qualms about killing.
They couldn’t have cared less, after all, about the people whom they were killing; after all, they were all merely humans and not of their extra-human race.
They were brutish specimens, the hunter-warrior extra-humans, with thick full beards. These were a people who had known nothing but a long history of warfare. They were bred to be killers. Truth be told, they were deadly and at war with life itself.
Alas, it was a sad but true fact and one that was rather insightful as to the real deal behind history of this planet. As life on Earth ultimately proved a non-viable long range proposition, they elected to adapt to Earth by breeding with select humans.
The group which proved, in the long term to be most viable for their genetic stock to endure and prosper would become today’s Caucasians. As a result, the hybridised Earthly humans became as if at war with themselves. Incidentally, all the racial groups were hybridised; however, what would become Caucasians were deemed most desirable.
I have always thought it very interesting that the all-dominant White tribe is home to Europe, the only continent on the planet where the inhabitants never constructed pyramids. They, pyramids, are in Africa, the Americas and Asia but not to be found in Europe.
These people were truly Hitlerian in their savagery. I could see how easy it was for the true Earthlings to have been subjected by these people.
The locals were a peaceful people who lived close to and in accord with nature – that included the pre-hybridised Caucasians. Then along came this exodus of Tall White extra-humans who proceeded to subject both them and nature.
This seemed to have, perhaps, been in New Zealand but it was obvious from what I learnt here that the invading Whites had touched down in several locales on the planet.
Theirs was an agendum whose task demanded timely action over a given breath of time. They were intent on suppressing the Earthlings, all over the planet. When their extra-human stock began dying out, they then elected to hybridise the native humans of Earth.
Obviously, at the end of this campaign, they would then choose to settle in Europe. What was really telling in all of this was the fact that all of life in the Universe is cyclical.
To that end, we see history being repeated in modern times with the campaign begun by Christopher Columbus. There is nothing ennobling or uplifting about this European exodus which, as per the panorama I witnessed, mirrored the campaign of the Tall White extra-humans on their arrival to Earth. Though less savage, the strong Tall White extra-human genetic markers in Caucasians has affected their outlook on being focussed here on Earth.
As a result, the hybridised Caucasians humans’ raison d’être has been about warfare, rape and separatism. Notice, too, that until the rise of Judaism, there were no patriarchal religions on this planet. Religions weren’t of any use, prior to the arrival of the Tall White extra-humans, as all the people of Earth were living in accord with nature.
Too, the rise of Judaism marked the ascent of the notion of a single god and, most of all, one which was vengeful, warring and decidedly patriarchal. Like the orthodoxy of Judaism, it was anathema to the arriving extra-human Tall Whites to mix or cohabit with the true Earthlings – at least until their long term survival proved impossible.
That aside, the extra-human Tall Whites went about suppressing the planet. They did so in a reign of terror that was truly horrific. They murdered and savaged the Earthlings with ferocity that one would a species which was not one’s own.
The Earthlings were being killed as though they were an infestation of vermin who had to be culled and controlled. This they did in their campaign to make the planet viable for their extra-human Tall White stock.
So very telling as this is precisely the repeated/mirrored history which we are living today. A history, indeed, in which the White Tribe has spread over the planet in the last half millennium, displacing the local Earthlings in their path. Sadly, so dominant is the Tall White extra-human genetic makeup in hybridised Caucasians, it has been as though their fellow humans were not also human.
This has being most actively pursued in Africa at present which thanks to racism makes it permissible. Truly horrific a spectacle this proved. Devastating were the campaign’s results, to say the least, on the locals then as now.
*I must note here, though, that the original Tall Whites were little related to today’s Whites. Not only were they close to nine feet tall, if not more, they were pasty to grey-white in colour.
In the true sense of the word, they were Tall Whites rather than Caucasians. END.
When planning to go to a movie, in this the second dream, I had asked Ian Banks Jr. if he would accompany me. Flatly, he replied no.
The look on his face was truly hostile as if to ask if I were out of my mind to have asked him. I was very stunned, in fact, by his reaction.
In any event, I readily recovered and went off looking for a seat in the theatre. I ended up close to a White couple with three small kids.
The children were talkative but there was nothing objectionable in their behaviour. I actually quite liked being near them with their refreshing playfulness and spontaneity.
As the house lights went down and everyone grew quietly anticipatory, I seamlessly refocussed from the dreamtime to the waking state.
*On awaking, I felt exhausted from the travel involved in moving back in time to seeing and experiencing the arrival of the Tall White extra-humans. I took the time to remain in the pyramid, after having recorded the dreams, to meditate with crystals and thereby restore my energies. END.
Photo/Art credits: HRH, Diana, Princess of Wales by Nelson Shanks 1994, Oil on Canvas 64 x 40 inches. Provenance, Collection of Charles, Ninth Earl of Spencer.
HRH, Prince William, Duke of Cambridge stock photo April 29, 2011.
Duke and Duchess of Cambridge stock photo, November 2014.
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