Visionary Dream of a Positive Future... Despite the Oil Spill ; By David Wilcock

Thursday morning I had a dream that gave a very clear positive message about our future -- and the shared evolution we're all going through on the planet at this time!

THE PROPHECIES ARE COMING TRUE

While it is true that Drudge Report is very far-right and much too hate-oriented for my taste -- feeding a seemingly relentless need in its viewers for new hate -- I nonetheless track it because it is arguably one of the top two news sites in the world.

Its other mega-counterpart has now become Huffington Post, which obviously trends much more to the left. However, I've seen propaganda in the alternative conspiracy media that is deliberately written to try to STOP people from going there, because many highly legitimate stories are emerging, which the powers that were do not approve of.

It's now happening on both sides of the political spectrum. The two biggest news sites in the world are not controlled by the insiders.

The big headline on Drudge Report today clearly shows that this genie cannot be put back in the bottle. There is no way that the power brokers will ever be able to pursue their dream of a New World Order.

Government requires consent of the governed. Fear-oriented occult politics MUST stay hidden in order to function. The wheels are falling off of the chariot of war even as we speak.

This is what I saw -- and again, it is so obvious that this is the point of no return:

I see myself as a wayshower. I've been saying this was coming for a long time, took many bullets without ever losing my dignity -- though I did admittedly get overly defensive -- and now I am happy to see everything I told you was going to happen actually coming true.

BREAKING NEW GROUND

My 2012 Enigma manuscript is admittedly coming in a bit high on the page count. We're definitely looking at more than 500 manuscript pages, and some of it may have to be cut so the book doesn't turn into a giant box.

I'm not prepared to go into the specifics in writing at this point, but suffice it to say that the oil spill has created shifts in the collective consciousness of the Earth that have now unsealed the greatest mysteries of Atlantis.

As I write the pages, I am remembering how all these things worked -- and backing it up with clear, undeniable evidence from open sources.

I cannot begin to express how exciting it is to actually solve these mysteries.

There are so many pieces of data that I have had floating around in my head for so many years, and as I actually write the pages and put it all together, it becomes vastly more powerful than I thought it was going to be.

Granted, I had an outline of all the facts, and the outline is still holding true, about 60-70 percent -- but it's what's happening in the other 30-40 percent that is so amazing.

It's only once you actually commit it to writing that you realize the weak points and the missing things.

Also, I do feel that in some way I am connecting directly with the consciousness of the Earth, and am not being told the greatest mysteries until it is certain that I've actually gotten to that point in my creative process.

This has also had the effect of keeping the excitement and the productivity at a very high level.

Let's just say that I am now aware that what I have written is far more of a game-changer than I had anticipated. And next weekend, here in Los Angeles, anyone lucky enough to see me speak is going to hear the first talk I will be giving since I solved all the biggest mysteries.

By the time I do the crop circle trip for eight days at the end of July, the thoughts will be even more structured and refined in how I can present them. It's a very, very exciting time!

WE'RE IN A WORLDWIDE METHADONE CLINIC RIGHT NOW

We've been addicted to oil much like heroin junkies. It is so obvious that this catastrophe is a massive metaphor saying that we have got to get off of the oil addiction, regardless of how much of a jones we have to go through -- how much of a sweating, convulsing, nightmare withdrawal, that is -- in the process.

I quit using all mind-altering substances in 1992 and I know how hard it is to kick the habit. In this case we have something even more profound going on -- a worldwide addiction that has caused so many problems.

Every major war of the 20th century, right through into today, has had oil as a major factor, if not THE major factor.

This black gunk that we pump out of the Earth was singularly responsible for making a monster out of the Rockefeller faction, which then broke ranks with its original allies in the European 'Illuminati' and formed the opposite pole within the insider groups.

This very real war between the two factions of the planetary elite is a good thing, ultimately, because it means no one can agree on anything.

And now, there are ongoing, highly clear signs that the rest of the world has broken ranks with these groups, and both sides are struggling like mad to remain relevant -- much less to hold any power.

There are a wealth of working technologies that are right on the brink of coming out into the open. They will literally represent the fulfillment of science-fiction dreams come true when they arrive.

The effect this will have cannot even be calculated -- but it is obviously huge.

My visionary dream made it clear to me that the pain we're going through from the oil spill is dreadful, but it is akin to the final process of biting through that we have to endure.

You see, we've all become oil junkies, because we have no other choice at this point. And if you look at the overall amount of damage this addiction causes our planet every day, you will find that damage is far, far worse than what is being caused by the oil spill.

We've become so immune to the problem that our 'body' is now having to manifest peak disease conditions in order for us to see it. And believe me, it is having a very dramatic effect.

IT NEEDS TO BE THIS WAY RIGHT NOW

I had a dream that tactfully but clearly explained to me that the reason why this particular mega-disaster was allowed to happen by the higher forces managing this planet is because it needs to.

There are two ways to take the 2012 prophecies. In one version, we have some cosmic wave of ecstasy that propels us all into a higher dimension as if by magic. If that's true, then believe me, I'm stoked -- I'll be one of those folks who help hold the gate open so everyone can make it through.

In another version, which I have to equally consider as being true, we are responsible for making these prophecies come true.

Don't get me wrong -- connecting up with our human relatives is going to be very, very amazing. And the technologies we will use are spectacular.

I also have no doubt that the very fabric of Reality itself will change in some stupendous, breathtaking manner that we have not yet seen.

And I do feel there is incontrovertible evidence that this will lead to a rather sudden, quantum increase in human ability -- in all categories we normally would think of as 'paranormal'.

Someone recently compared me to Morpheus in the Matrix films -- telling you, the reader, that You Are the One.

I absolutely feel that is a fair comparison -- especially in light of what I've now accomplished in my book, where I can prove this is going to happen... far more than ever before.

I had a gorgeous dream that explained what was going on -- and I'd like to share it with you. I'm still on deadline, very close to being finished but definitely not there yet. Nonetheless, it was obvious that I should take a few hours and let you see this.

THE VISIONARY DREAM

Here's the essence of what came through -- edited and cut for clarity and readability:

Thursday 6 / 17 / 10 – 7:18 am

- In this dream I was back in an environment not unlike college

- Specifically I was hanging around with suitemates from my first two years of college

- However, we were in a situation that seemed almost like a clinical psychology center

- There was a cold, corporate feeling to it in some ways

- It reminded me of some of my most unpleasant jobs

- There was an issue with painting the walls inside this office

- It had yellow walls originally, but they were trying to paint them a grayish-black color -- like oil

- There may have already been some talk about the oil spill, come to think of it

- Anyway, they were trying to use this grayish-black oil-based paint on walls that had yellow water-based paint on them

- The staff were still working in that space

- They had tried a test-painting of one wall – but the problem was that the paint was not sticking

- Everything was peeling off, bubbling and cracking

- For whatever reason, they couldn’t make everyone leave the office while they did the work

- I was the one who told them that the oil-based paint would not stick to the water-based paint and if they really wanted to do this, they’d have to strip everything first and then repaint

- They realized I was right

- They would have to strip down the old sunshine-colored paint and then paint the walls this gross, black, oil-based color, if that's what they wanted

- The part I had not accounted for was that they planned on doing this while everyone was still working there

- I asked them if there was going to be an issue with fumes and they said there definitely was

- It seemed like a terrible thing to have to subject people to those fumes while they were all working, but he said that’s what had to be done at this point

- There was also some connection with a sea turtle that my suitemate had as a pet

- The sea turtle had already been injured somehow and it didn’t seem like he was taking enough care of it

- Not long after this section I had a ‘false awakening’

- I was in a room that was somewhat like my bedroom in the house I grew up in

- It also had a variety of corporate-type elements to it – like college but also more like the clinical elements earlier

- Anyway, I apparently had overslept

- The idea was that school was almost finished – I literally only had Friday, then the following Monday and Tuesday before I would graduate

- There was again a shaky feeling like I hadn’t been to all the classes but now I had run out of time

- Attendance was an issue – whether I could get all my finals done, or whether I was prepared for them

- I did think I might be missing some finals, but it also reminded me of when I got sick in college and I took them a little later than everyone else

- For whatever reason, in this case I felt like I had been to enough of the classes that the teachers wouldn’t notice or care if I was late or absent one day

- Nonetheless, my mother was in a classic state – criticizing me for sleeping when I should be going to class

- It did seem like we were somehow working together on all of this

- She asked me to look at the clock and see what time it was

- It turns out it was 10:20 AM – so by typical HS standards I had definitely slept late

- Then I had an epiphany

- I remembered my current life now, and that I am NOT in any type of school anymore

- As a professional, I make my own hours – and as long as I am consistent in my efforts when I do work, I can sleep whenever I choose

- No one is forcing me to be on a schedule

- Therefore I decided I was going to sleep more – and I actually did have a quasi-awakening, rolled it over and continued, hoping I’d remember the first part

- When the dream then continued, I found myself in a cafeteria

- It seemed to be the same environment – this combination university / corporate setting

- Yes – as a matter of fact it also reminded me of the hospital I went to when my ex-girlfriend was hit by a car and almost died

- There was also somewhat of a connection with the time I had to do jury duty recently, which really made me feel like a prisoner of the System

- At first I was just focused on the food, and what I could get to eat

- My suitemates again were around

- Then the focus was on this play people were organizing

- It was apparently going to be filmed, perhaps for YouTube

- Once we shifted to this part, we were in an outdoor area that was expansive

- There were trees in the distance but it also had a lot of pavement for a long way

- Anyway, you had a woman as the main actor in the play

- It did seem like there was a romantic element to the whole thing

- However, the romance was more with herself – finding herself, rediscovering her gifts, and that she was a good person

- I didn’t realize what the big punch line was going to be at first

- At some point, once she reached that critical level of awareness within herself, she started levitating off of her chair in a seated position

- She just went higher and higher into the sky – over 30 feet while I watched

- In this case I could see it was all being done with fine, clear-colored wires -- but it was obviously meant to inspire people about their potential, where this could indeed become real

- After we filmed this play together, we all seemed to be back in the cafeteria again – only this time there was a lot more people in there

- It was quite a crowd

- Strangely, all the people felt like they were being kept in prison

- None of it was actually true, but they believed it -- so they stayed where they were, and felt miserable

- It seemed like we needed to create something that could un-hypnotize them so they would actually leave their ‘prison’

- Someone gave them the idea that if they all started doing this Native American humming chant, and a special dance, that they would out-resonate and overpower the guards

- I was one of the first people approached with this idea and I started doing it

- Sure enough, it caught on – the entire crowd began doing it

- The next thing I know, I’m walking with a woman I did not recognize, and we were leading the entire group of them out of ‘prison’

- I was at the front of the line – helping set the pace and the step, more or less

- We marched right through the doors and there was no resistance by the police who were stationed there -- they never intended to resist

- I led the group outside to the same area where we had been working on the play

- This, again, was the one where the woman actually lifted into the air at the end, once she learned to love herself

- Now I had this whole group behind me

- There was a full-blown NASCAR-style race going on

- It was huge – the entire area seemed to be filled with super-fast race cars

- They were all going in the same general direction, from right to left

- There was no traditional track, though – it was much wider than that

- I couldn’t let the group get too close to all these cars as they were going at a furious speed

- That meant there wouldn’t be a whole lot of space for us to gather outside

- Furthermore, one of the cars came in to an area near where we already were for a pit stop

- It had been damaged in the race and needed to be fixed up

- My suitemate was there once again

- Now he had his pet turtle with him in a cardboard box

- I had already worried about this turtle before – that he wasn’t taking enough care of it

- He took the turtle out of the box and told me he thought the turtle might be sick, but he wasn’t sure

- I inspected the turtle and saw that it was wounded on the area next to where the left hind leg joins with the body

- It looked like a sharp puncture wound had happened there

- The turtle’s body had been trying to heal it, and had made some progress, but I also got the distinct sense that it was infected

- I asked him if he’d ever treated this wound – and he wasn’t even aware it was still there

- The problem with the turtle was something else

- I said that this leg was infected

- For whatever reason he didn’t want to bring the turtle to the vet – he didn’t feel like he had enough money or time, I guess

- I told him that if the turtle was already sick for another reason, and he also hadn’t treated this infected wound, the turtle was probably going to die

- It seemed like he had delayed it too long and at this point, even if he did take the turtle in, it would die anyway

- I wished the turtle the best, and hoped my suitemate would learn something from this tragedy

- After this I awoke

THE ANALYSIS

Humanity has already marched out of prison by the end of the dream. Now we're gathered at the point of Ascension -- but the cars are still there, making it dangerous for too many people to gather.

It is the tragedy of the loss of the turtle that ultimately clears up the problem with the cars, so more people can voluntarily leave their 'prison' of the mind and Ascend.

I leave it to you to discuss the rest of the implications of this dream, in the comments below, in our discussion forum and elsewhere. Don't forget that at my conferences, I go into detailed discussions about how you can analyze and understand your own dream!

I will just say that these dreams about being almost ready to graduate, but feeling I have a lot of catching-up to do, and I don't know if I can get it all done, are directly related to the 2012 prophecies and where the average person is right now, psychologically.

Thank you for your ongoing support of this work! I am delighted by the overwhelmingly positive feedback you're giving me about my music, now that I've released seventeen of the very best vocal songs from Wanderer Awakening, my mega-album, for 17.99!

It is very nice to finally start hearing a huge number of comments coming in about this work, because I do know exactly what I accomplished with it, and it's now just starting to see the beginning of its evolution.

In fact, my brother is going to be playing "Perfect Girl" at a big wedding party he's DJ'ing for tonight -- and we'll see how it goes over!

I've got my vocal chops working very well right now and look forward to performing these songs next weekend on a really good sound-system we're shipping in for this conference -- hope to see you there!