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Sacred Sites Alchemy Dreamwork Special - Astral Adventures
Dreamwork
Special Astral Adventures
By Freya Savitri Sampson Custodian Eartheart
Steeped in mystery, Cambodia’s sacred sites are world renowned. Ankor Wat is the world’s only structure of its type visible from space.
Called to this area by spirit and whenever blessed to journey, I seek to be of world service. As Divine would have it, I’d recently participated in the Advanced The Liquid Crystals (TLC) training, where I was made aware of a new world service I could offer. Guided by my unconditionally loving (UCL) team, I made a TLC remedy to take.
Lifelong, I’ve been awed by ancient architecture. Seemingly from a time about which humanity has collective amnesia. Digging in the dust for hints of our origins and the technologies to make possible the superhuman feats of creating these extraordinary structures, which have withstood nature’s elements and linear time.
There is nothing comparable architecturally now. Humanity’s modern methods broadly lack foresight and increasingly diminish in quality, methodology, technique, application and beauty. For all the technology of this Age, we cannot begin to replicate these ancient wonders, which supposedly were quarried by hand with picks, transported by horse and cart or by slaves, over enormous roadless distances and waterways, then hand chiselled to mathematical precision, with no evidence found of any erroneous attempts.
Being sensitive to energy, when visiting ancient structures, I’ve noticed they’re either deactivated or operating on skeleton staff. These observations drove me to seek other avenues to access truth. One of which is Dreamwork. Since ‘awakening’, it’s taken
decades of self-taught remembering to become somewhat proficient. Synchronistically, the area of Cambodia is perfectly aligned to this frequency in the TLC modality.
Following my visit to Sri Sakthi Narayani Amma in Sri Puram, southern India, from whom I was blessed to receive hightantric teachings, I was able to perceive the multidimensional relationship between yantra - 2D representations of sacred geometries, each with a specific purpose - and mantra, their corresponding sound frequencies, derived from nature. When chanted and applied alchemically, the yantra activates, becoming a 5D-tool and vehicle for spiritual growth.
I observed and participated in activating a brass yantra, programmed by Amma for 100 years, then placed under a large murti (statue) of a deity, in a new temple being built; these days poured in concrete. Amma consecrated the temple, and then priests maintain it day and night with their prayer - puja, mantra, aarti and offerings. This is alchemy. Having participated in several ceremonies in Amma’s temples and home, I’ve experienced the frequency generated and their profound affect upon my life and my being.
Thus, consciousness dawned; these ancient structures are 3D-versions of 2D-yantras. Inspiring wonder, how were these ancient geometric structures created by whom and what is their true purpose? A ‘quest-i-on’ - a quest I Am on...
The profundity of this realisation impressed greater importance, to approach these places with caution. That is to mindfully take 100 per cent responsibility, be humble, respectful, harmless, UCL and in service to humanity, light and the divine plan of peace. Having previously edified the importance of invoking and cleansing one’s energy field, I reiterate its importance: at the beginning or end of a journey, prior to entering a temple or site and even changing states of consciousness, including awakening and upon entering the astral dream state.
I journeyed Cambodia with a mysteries-initiated friend. Whilst there, we visited several temples, three of which I was guided to ask for permission to apply the TLC remedy. Permission was granted. Asking for and receiving permission is vital, as many energies, including nonphysical beings, are involved multi-dimensionally. Without exception, I only work with the beings who UCL humanity, as they have no personal agenda. They reside in the 5D-Soul Dimension, whereas those in the 4D-Astral Dream-state have not evolved to uc-loving and therefore have agendas. When making offering of TLC at a temple, I felt at peace, knowing the remedies are failsafe, as they are programmed to be rendered inactive if anything other than harmlessness is intended in their use.
Another ex-pat friend residing in Siem-Reip, recommended I visit a particular temple. Well away from the main tourist route, even our driver had refused to go there in the latter part of the day, saying he would only drive us there in the morning -duly noted!
This temple was very different to the others. Here I strengthened my energetic protection before even stepping onto the long promenade, lined with statues of Naga - serpent beings.
Largely deteriorated, the temple appeared as though it had vomited out its structural contents through its entrance. I wondered how this occurred. Intrigued, I explored, finding much of the temple reclaimed by nature. Before traversing a long deep passageway, I was again compelled to strengthen my protective field. Aware through Claircognisance of this place’s mystical frequency, though not a peaceful one, I as yet had no idea what was to unfold, either 3D-phsyically or in 4D-dream-state, at this journeys culmination.
During dinner that evening I shared with my ex-pat friends that I’d taken their advice to visit this temple. They then told me of their encounter and of the local knowledge of that place. According to mythos, a group known as The Black Mayan Priesthood (TBMP), decided to stay on Earth at the turning of the last Age, rather than ascend to a higher frequency. They preferred to gain power over and control humanity, utilising black magic to do so. It is said they were driven out of South America and were purported to have tigers guarding them in their Cambodian forest temple. I was awed by the story and understood my knowing and need for extra protection there. I wondered how on Earth they managed to get tigers to guard them.
My friend went on to tell me that they had visited the temple with a group, each of whom had been beset by unpleasant experiences after their visit. One became extremely ill, one missed their flight and another’s car was written off. ‘Geez, thank for the heads up!’ I thought, keenly aware that I did not desire to endure a similar experience. My friend told me of another temple in Cambodia with similar history. For this trip, one was enough!
I shared with my friend the experiences of visiting some of the other temples, expressing that the only other places I found energetically challenging were some stretches of road through the forest, leading to and between the temples. They told me that the local people stayed away from these places, as during the Pol Pot Regime, these stretches of road were lined with the decapitated heads of their enemies; an ominous warning! Although not feeling called to visit the places dedicated to the history of that epoch, clearly I could perceive the imprint left in the astral matrix and land of those areas.
This journey now at its end, my travel buddy and I departed Cambodia, flying to Kuala Lumpar airport for our connecting flights. With 3-hours to wait, we found a small bar, enjoying a tasty beverage. On exiting from the necessary bathroom visit, I heard over the loud speaker, “Last call for boarding flight to Perth!” Stunned, I burst into a run towards my friend minding our luggage at the bar.
Speaking fast, grabbing my hand luggage I began running
up the stretch towards my boarding gate 12. My mind was grappling with the situation at hand, while my body propelled me forward.
We’d only been at the bar at most an hour. My friend’s flight to Sydney left before mine and we’d heard no boarding calls. Nothing made any logical sense. Clearly this was an astral time-warp attack, by TBMP occupying the spooky temple in no-time-space.
Determined to catch my flight, I continued bolting along the gangway, mentally asserting my sovereignty, whilst physically being ushered on by airport security guards, who skipped scanning my luggage - unheard of! Passing gates - 8, 9, 10, I was nearly there, 11, 13... Hang on - what?! No gate 12? I’d left my friend far behind by this stage, I was breathing hard, aware of the astral dimension attempts to oppress me. Again, “Last boarding call, for Perth!” Wildly I looked around for gate 12, an airport staff member signalled it was further on. Running again, 14, 15... 18, calling out for the boarding staff, “Wait!” The final gate, 21 and opposite it, gate 12. Mental note - 2112, a gateway within gateways. By the skin of my teeth, I’d made it.
My friend was not so fortunate with the flight long departed. With no flights till the next day, no airport lounges or rooms available to book, passengers were forced to sleep on the cold airport passage floor on their suitcase that night.
Finally home and, after this trip, my bed never looked so good! Having invoked and taken my completion TLC remedy, I tucked myself into bed. One of the crystals in the remedy was Jade, its simple purpose was dreamwork. That night I dreamed awake, fully consciously aware of my dream-state, of where I was, what was happening, and able to skilfully interact.
The Dream in 3-parts:
1: Immediately I recognised the stretch of forest-lined road where I’d felt alerted to take extra care. The night’s sky illuminated with the full moon in Cancer. This astrological sign, ruled by the moon, is important as it aligned in conjunction with the TLC-remedy’s elements and the timing of this actual moon astrology, allowing the alchemy to occur in perfect harmony. I perceived the three temples I’d made offerings to, now activated, operating in unison. Triangulating, through the element of water (their motes), their physical geometries and the moon’s reflective nature together formed a gateway. An enormous beam of white light pierced the Astral Dimension, connected directly to UCL Source.
I became aware of tens of thousands of earthbound spirits all around me. Floating, magnetised towards the light. Their eyes black holes, these souls lost, traumatised beyond belief. Entirely unaware of my presence, one floated straight through me. I felt the cold as he passed through, which caused me to draw breath. I moved, watching now from a distance, carefully staying out of their path, marvelling at the sheer numbers. Invoking their teams in spirit, who uc-love them, I felt deep-peace to have been able to participate in their liberation.
2: Upon completion, instantly, due to Astral no-time-space, I arrived at the spooky temple. Viewing it from above, it was surrounded by tigers. Reminded of my question about how TDMP had been able to work with these tigers, with the help of my UCL guides, I was shown how they’d utilised their skills in this way and of how they’d energised the temple.
‘Ah, interesting’ I thought. ‘The Mayan’s are masters of dreamwork and here we meet.’ I will not describe their misguided behaviours, for some things are better left in the annals of the Akasha, Earths memory banks, for they are too unsavoury to potentially spell into being once more. Suffice to say, TBMP were masterful in the dark arts. I pray for their enlightenment, to utilise their skills in service to light with UCL and for the highest good, where it is best placed.
3: As with all alchemical processes, I entered the third and final stage. I found myself upon the promenade leading to the entrance of the spooky temple, now surrounded by serpent beings who were lunging and hissing, attempting to menace me. Adaptability and expecting the unexpected are skills that require proficiency, in life and every state of consciousness. Even more so in the Astral.
Applying humility without doubt or fear, I reminded these misguided beings of my sovereignty. That they have no power over me and that, in fact, we are equal so do not fear, as I mean them no harm. Their remonstrations continued, whilst I persistently held my ground. Eventually they accepted these truths and stepped back, presenting me with what appeared to be an enormous black tree.
For a moment, my mind struggled to comprehend what I perceived. I had no reference point. Then I realised, this was the parent of the serpent beings who’d greeted me. So enormous, I was dwarfed, only able to see its neck and head, comprised of thousands of moving serpents. This being was awesome in its presence. Were I less skilful, perhaps I would have been compelled into fear, a dangerous state, for when that emotion overtakes; it creates opportunity for mishap, or attachment to ensue, either in conscious life or dream-state.
Angkor Wat from space
I thanked this being for the learning, reminding it that we are equal and that this is a freewill universe. I made sure there were no contracts between us, their children or their devotees (TBMP). The being telepathed, sounding as thousands of voices at once, ‘We are displeased you liberated those souls.’ In response I gently reminded them that I am a sovereign being and they have no power over me. They acquiesced to this universal truth. Now aware that my time in the Astral was drawing to a close and, after first checking we were at relative peace, I telepathed, ‘I will be leaving momentarily. You may not return to interfere with my life or being in any way, through any dimension. I now go in peace, be at peace and may there be peace between us now, so be it.’
Opening my physical eyes, arriving back in the conscious state, fully aware of all that had transpired, one minute before my alarm was set. I invoked and cleansed my energy field. Initiation and journey complete! ‘Now, what’s for breakfast?’
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Image Credit: Freya Sampson, NASA/JPL
