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Enhanced Dream Space

Posted on by Tom Kelly

Last night, in a dream or nighttime vision, I was shown a beautiful image that flowed like a new type of movie or film.

I was in Egypt at the site of the pyramids, and the energy was very calm and peaceful. It wasn’t crowded or busy. It would be similar to the sensation of doing energy work on a client and sensing the feeling at the end of a session when energy is flowing cleanly and in balance. The energy here was perfect in every way.

I could see horizontal lines in the lower atmosphere (like thin clouds) that were colored light blue, pink, yellow, and others. These color bands were not dominant, but a faint horizontal rainbow or mist.

Again, just like with an energy session, the energy here was perfectly set up and in perfect flow, balance, and alignment.

I was shown how the energy here connected to energies elsewhere and was told all the ley lines were strong and operating like the energy I saw here. I was told many people are currently working to maintain the presence of these energetic circuits so they cannot be disrupted or disturbed.

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Perfect Sight

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Early this year, actually, the day the United States initiated a military operation in Venezuela, my team was quick to step in. Before I understood what had taken place, they offered me a message. I was told that this was about the children and human trafficking and not about oil. However, I needed to know that this was a complex initiative with many layers.

Later that day, I was offered more information. I was helped to understand that with all the distractions on the plane,t I needed to cultivate “Perfect Sight.” Within this, tremendous information would be shared, but only if we see clearly.

Since this message arrived, I have been given many very clear pieces of information, some to help expand my decrement, others for personal growth.

Last night I was at a concert at a large arena. Partway through, something powerful caught my eye. It was a group of banners hanging from the ceiling of the arena. Even though there were many banners, only this set of 3 caught my eye. These are the collective numbers (25 4 11) of the retired jerseys my eyes focused on.

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The Rite at Carnac

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The stones rose like guardians against the dusk, their massive shapes catching the last streaks of fire in the western sky. Carnac felt alive that night, the air charged, as if waiting for an old promise to be fulfilled.

A circle had formed, not of granite, but of people. Watchers, witnesses, seekers. And at the center, two figures stepped forward, called not by chance but by the land itself.

He stood bare to the wind, his body offered without pretense, not as display but as vessel. She came toward him with a braid down her back, her belly marked with a spiral in ochre. She was not simply a partner; she was a priestess, chosen.

They touched without words, palms pressed together, foreheads aligned, breath shared. The silence around them was not absence but anticipation. Even the stones seemed to lean in closer.

When their bodies joined, it was not only for them. Each movement was measured, deliberate, as though testing the rhythm of the earth beneath them. Breath became chant. Touch became offering. The watchers lowered their voices into a steady hum, and soon there was no division between stone, body, and voice.

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Ballad of Mallard

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The ride from the airport was short but heavy with the weight of travel, lighter chatting with new friends. Home (Ballinamallard), our bags clattered onto the hallway floor, and before the jet lag could settle deeper, Brad and Craig nudged us gently toward the back door and back outside. The house itself was charming, but it was the backyard that opened its arms to us.

Late afternoon light poured in from the west, unusually warm for Ireland. The painted yellow walls of the garden glowed like they had been dipped in honey. The garden stretched long and neat, framed by waist-high stone walls, with flowers bending toward the sun and vegetables reaching upward as if in celebration. Their pup Winston is playing around our feet.

The garden seemed to lean closer, fruit trees flickering in the warm light, the shed in the corner humming faintly as if it were listening in.

A table was set under the awning, the smell of lamb stew curling through the air, mingled with roasted vegetables and potatoes crisping on the barbecue.

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Sing

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The gym was its usual self that afternoon, metal clinks and grunts, the thump of bass-heavy tunes, the faint hum of treadmills like an endless tide. And then, without warning, something split the air.

At first, I thought it was tucked into the overhead speakers, some chorus layered behind the beat. But no, this sound floated above the noise. A voice, clear and shimmering, cut through the stale fluorescent air with impossible purity. It didn’t fit, not at all. It rose much brighter, like sunlight breaking into a windowless hall.

I froze, half-turned on my machine, ears straining. No one else seemed to notice. Around me, people kept lifting, scrolling, laughing, and checking mirrors. I was the only one stilled by it. That aloneness made it feel even more otherworldly, like a gift dropped into my hands, meant only for me.

It wasn’t an everyday voice. Not casual but high, lilting, yet rooted with undertones that spoke of training, sweet and angelic, as if trembling on the edge of heaven itself. Whoever sang wasn’t fooling around. This was a voice born for song.

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Loughcrew

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The last steps to the summit leave the heart full and strong, breath rising in steady waves. I pause, turning to see the hill fall away, the valleys stretched wide in muted greens and grays, their edges softened by drifting cloud. The land feels endless, and for a moment I stand between earth and sky, the climb behind me, the cairn before me.

The summit opens slowly, as if unveiling itself. The great mound waits at the center, its stones dark with age, the three outlying cairns keeping watch at the edges, and the rings of upright slabs, each gap like a threshold for the unseen. Their presence is not silent; it hums, low and deep, just at the edge of hearing.

I step apart from the others scattered lightly across the dome. Their voices fade into the wind as I walk among the stones. My hand comes to rest on one, and the surface is cool, coarse, alive. It exhales into my palm, and the breath of the stone moves into me. It is not simply contact, it is a merging. The longer I remain, the more the boundary thins, until I feel the stone leaning back, meeting me.

Around me, the air stirs with its own rhythm. It does not come and go but circles, climbs, folds back on itself, weaving with the shape of the hill. A brush of coolness across my cheek carries with it the taste of mineral, as though the rock itself has risen into the air. My mouth waters, unexpected, as if drinking from some hidden spring. The breath of the cairn becomes my own, and within it, a memory flickers, of hands that placed these stones, of voices that once rose in chant, of firelit faces lifted to the sky.

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The Sounds of Music

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This little adventure started while driving and listening to music. It was a beautiful, sunny afternoon when this song came on.

“Betcha by Golly, Wow” by the Stylistics.

Within 30 seconds, I was carried away, and after listening to the song once, I replayed it. I yelled “wow” out loud and then asked myself these questions.

How could a voice be so beautiful? How could it be so true and innocent and pure? How was it possible for a human to do this, to be so magical, to speak every emotion all at once?

I felt everything that came through and knew this wasn’t superhuman but a gift.

When I got home, I looked up this song and found Russell Tompkins Jr to be the singer.

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The Illusion

Posted on by Tom Kelly

For many years I’ve wondered how the universe presents itself to us and me.

We hear about many things such as our collective experience and our personal experience within the collective. We hear about backdrop or background people as though our experience can be filled in with people to satisfy our reality.

My curiosity tries to understand and resolve how reality is created, yet in the end, I simply allow simplicity to breathe for the universe. Does it matter how it all works?

Recently, I spent a week in Orlando Florida with family. On this trip, many things were exposed and more clearly defined. I became aware of old energy being purged. Much of this exhale came through strong and present-moment experiences. What was significant was that others close to me saw and felt this too. This allowed me to witness a collective and personal healing like I had never experienced before, as we were all shedding and being unburdened together. Watching us cling to the old even when it didn’t make sense was fascinating, and then finally allowing release.

Healing and alignment were just part of the package.

I normally experience visions in a meditative or dream state with a smaller percentage occurring while fully awake. Personally, I like visions while awake because they can be better understood and of course trippy.

While in Orlando, I was shown many visions (stories) in my daily awake time.

I was advised that we are now in a new time energetically where we will understand and discern information live and in the moment. This was not new to me, but what was new was the level of information being provided in this live format.

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Christmas Vacation (summertime)

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This story is not about the movie but rather a dream I had this week. You’ll understand in a minute!

Unlike most dreams I have, this dream happened in phases like chapters in a book. It all started around 3 am, ending shortly before I awoke at 7:30 am.

In this dream space, I was very aware of my surroundings and the interactions I had with people. I sensed it as more a reality than a dream.

The dream started with me visiting a small community that I understood to be in the United States. I arrived there and immediately had a guide waiting to show me around. I spent several days in this town as my dream progressed.

My guide and I took in all the towns’ events. She was a beautiful woman who reminded me of Peggy Bundy.

The reason for the title Christmas Vacation is because the townsfolk were oddly like characters from the movie. A few people could be characterized like Clark and his wife, silly but in leadership roles. Everyone else took after Eddie (male and female), very playful and lighthearted.

Everyone was odd in a good way and as the scenes (phases) played out I got to meet many of them. I saw all aspects of the town, its people, its traditions, and its inner workings.

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The Unraveling (a message)

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Recently I was shown an image of a towel being wrung or twisted. It was twisted far beyond a normal range and looked completely distorted. I was being shown the twisted and distorted energy we are experiencing on the planet at this time.

The towel was pulling itself apart from the inside out, fibers collapsing to the pressure.

As I watched, they came in and spoke, “We are at a breaking point and many unhealthy energies need to be released.”

“If you remove this pressure all at once there will be harm to aspects within. The towel must be relaxed slowly in the same way pressure was originally applied. We are here to help you.”

If this wasn’t clear, the towel is a metaphor for humanity.

I was shown the inner workings of the towel and understood the relationship(s) within. Individual people connected, holding hands, standing shoulder to shoulder, some crowded very tightly. What struck me most were the energies people or groups held.

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