And then something strange happened I dreamed. You need to understand I rarely dream or if I do, or perhaps more accurately when I do I just don't remember them.

But this one was vivid it almost felt like another visitation. And because it had symbols in it and very recognizable figures, I thought that I would share it here and see if it means anything to you....

So I was applying for a job. I was in an office where I knew a few of the people in the office I'm not sure if they were friends or if they were colleagues but I was waiting for the interview to start, And I was literally sitting on the edge of somebody's desk just casually having conversation there was nothing formal about it at all .

And I had with me all my binders, my journals, basically 20 years of backup information in a box that almost look like a suitcase it had rolling wheels and a long handle that I could roll it from place to place instead of having to carry it. So there was this feeling of ease, just complete ease. Even though it was a work environment and even though, I was clearly bringing with me all of my documentation of intuitive "hits".

When I got called into the office of the person who was interviewing me... I didn't recognize him. He was tall, also very business casually dressed just very simply in a dress shirt and dress pants. But before I could even sit down once I entered his office... He pulls out my resume which isn't a typical resume it has a formula attached to it. And he asks me about where I got the formula. He hands me the resume for me to look at again, and I share with him how I'm not a physicist at all. I've just been following Nassim Harramein's work for over 13 years. And how I understand things conceptually more than technically. And particularly how coherence is an absolutely misunderstood force. And how it's actually physics there is an actual physics to creating coherence for humanity.

We talk a little bit more but I can tell that he's not really engaging. He keeps looking at a small frame like a picture frame on his desk. And then the next thing I know he buzzes through his phone on his desk to another room, and says "Let him in"... And in a matter of seconds, in walks Trump.

There are no niceties. He just walks in, and orders me to gather my things including my resume and follow him out the door. As I leave with him the colleague whose desk I was sitting on before stands up smiles this big smile at me and nods as I walk out following him out of the common area where there's a bunch of other desks and other people but nobody else responds. It's like only a few people can see us only the people that matter.

Once we get out of the office something else happens that to me is a bit strange. Trump pauses and motions for me to pass him and to get ahead of him, until lead him to our next location. But I don't know where he wants me to go or take him. So I just pause and stop and just feel into the energy of what's happening and I get pulled to this park and while it's out in the open and anybody can see us it's secluded and beautiful and safe and once we get there he's utters these first words to me which are basically..."is this where it happens, my lady? Is this the place?" And I say yes, this is where it all starts. And he then motions to the people behind him and I can't see how many there are but I know there's more than one and they proceed to bring out a picnic blanket and food. And they bring out a pillow for me to sit on, and we sit on the ground, And it's like a Sangha with him perched listening to me and asking me questions about what I see.

And then he pulls out something that looks like a pie except it's thin and square and it almost looks like it something like a tic-tac-toe board and there are symbols on the squares. And one by one he takes a small folding knife you know like those multi-purpose knives that you take camping, and he cuts and peels back one symbol at a time revealing the sweetness underneath. He then with the knife scrapes up the filling that looks something like jam and spreads it on what looks like sourdough bread,

And one by one he reveals and peels back sweetness from under each of the symbols, and feeds me. But only after I share more of my journals. It's like each time I share another piece of my record keeping of very random And partial knowledge I'm provided for with a little bit more sustenance. That is not only sweet, it's fulfilling and satisfying.

He doesn't pull back all of the symbols we don't eat all of the pie. But he lets me know that I'm on the right track and that every time I relax into what I've learned and what I see, that I'll be provided for. That I won't have to worry about food again. And then his small entourage packs everything up in a matter of 1 minute and they all leave. And I'm sitting on the ground in this beautiful park taking in the fresh air and the views kind of like how we did on Candice's deck. Just being. Not feeling alone not feeling isolated. Just content. And then I wake up

I can't really remember the symbols. Some of them look like hand signals made out of dough. Some of them looked like brands or emblems maybe. But the symbol wasn't what mattered it was the sweetness underneath. There was something really important and special about how little we ate and yet how filling or fulfilling it was.

This is all so strange because, I rarely if ever remember my dreams. But when I do, when they come for no real reason this vividly in a way that when I wake up in the morning I can remember them. It means something's coming. And the biggest message I'm getting from this dream is to just relax. To just be easeful. And it's not about me trusting in what I know It's about me trusting in what I don't. I have all the history behind me. And it undergirds me it doesn't weigh me down. And I can call upon it at any time and share at any time. And most specifically with those who ask.

It feels like there will come a time where people who have pivotal power, will want to hear. And it feels like the scales have tipped somehow, in the last few years especially in the last few months.

It feels like different people have different pieces of the puzzle and that there is a bigger picture. I'm reminded of the comment that you made on the last Sapientia call... About how people will want who I am and what I have. And how we have to prepare for that. Now. The time is now.