I do not like to call them past lives, because there is no time when we talk about the many facets of being.

In this latest past life dream I was a Russian soldier captured by Japanese at some bridge. We told them we were Russian Intelligence in a clever attempt to deceive them. As we hoped, they accused us of trying to make ourselves seem more important than we were, and this meant that our true identities (which was Russian Intelligence) was hidden. We were treated like ordinary prisoners. I do not think we lived long. The Japanese commandant ordered me to paint the bridge I think. I did not say "Sir" after replying to him, and he said "Sir!" to me to make me say it. I repeated "Sir!" and then he jammed the dry and caked up paint brush in my mouth, all the time saying "Sir! Sir! Sir!..." as if to mean that I must keep saying it (obviously to make my mouth be open as he jammed the brush in.) It was not a pleasant dream, and the intensity of it made me awaken and burst into tears. I can tell when a dream is something real that happened (or will happen). I also like to add here that I had no knowledge of Russians fighting Japanese before this dream. But that is not the most amazing thing that came from it. I realised that the dates were such that my Russian self was possibly already born during another past life (the musician John Wesley Woodward who was aboard the Titanic). This made me realise that not only is time irrelevant, but something that rocked my world. Could it be that if only I could remember, I might remember EVERYONE'S life? Could it be that we are all THE SAME PERSON? This rang true. Is not the notion of separation always proved wrong? In the history of science, the truth has been a long struggle towards unified field theory. Because the simple explanation is always the most likely. If I can be one other person, it seems to me to be ILLOGICAL that I would not be all people. And by extension all things. In another of my past lives, the sky is red and I am a flying creature. I believe this conclusion to be correct. When you read it, feel it. I felt it to be true. You are me, and I am you. 

More training camp experiences on 4th density. Last night I was in a building, some sort of tall building standing on its own, not very large, but fairly tall. As one of many children, I ascended the stairs for a meal, and upon realising that the gap both ahead and behind was quite great, decided to nip up higher than the dining room to see what was up there. At the top of the stairs was a hatch, and it opened to reveal a very high view of a rather dark, desolate and rainy place. A small wall faced me immediately in front of the window, and I leaned on it to look down at the sheer drop. The wall was not very strong. I went back down to eat, but my lateness drew attention to me. Many of the people there were women.

In the same night, I flew very easily. I was very pleased at how much better I can fly now. I do enjoy shocking people, because they really cannot believe their eyes! As soon as you have the slightest doubt that you can fly, for sure your feet will instantly touch the ground. But the more you fly, the less doubt there is, and then one day there is finally more success than failure. Sometimes my feet may drift downward but now I can usually start the flight before I touch the ground. And flying very very high is always easy once you get up there, and a great way to travel distances.

I am exhausted from fighting on 4th over this period. What feel at times like insurmountable enemies. Who are they and why they are there, I do not know. I guess they are part of the whole play, a working through of polarities, a balancing game.

My fellow starseeds, my energy is inexhausible, and you need to hear from me that yours is too. It never ends.

I wish to share a view from 4th D. a day or two before 21st. From a very high enclosed walkway I viewed land covered in lush tidy grass, a lot of land, and on it were many buildings, quite extraordinary and unusual. A little like Dubai, I guess. But all on a lush field of grass. As I thought to myself, where is there anything for my taste? I prefer old, simple stone. And there I saw something like an ancient monastery in among the buildings. I saw no people at all.

Whatever this place is, it is being prepared, and my own experience reveals that there will be a place that is your own perfect style, your own most desired type. When the time comes for you to leave, know that there is somewhere comfortable already there for you.

Aryan