May 15, 2016
Last night I had a dream that I remembered vividly upon awakening and I feel moved to share it here.
From out of the misty preliminary moments and places of my dream I found myself standing outside a large metal industrial building of some sort. (I now recognize the location as Lancaster, Ohio.) I could tell that inside were massive machines, turbines spinning at great speeds, and from these spinning machines I could detect a sub-audible or infrasonic “hum.” I couldn’t “hear” it with my physical ears, but the hum was quite “loud” to me on another supersensory level. And I quickly recognized that the frequencies emitted from this machinery were being used as a kind of population-control device.
I knew, again on an intuitive, superconscious level, that I was perceiving a device used for controlling the people within a square mile of the plant by affecting their bodily consciousness with the infrasonic frequencies of this machinery. These frequencies led to a kind of intellectual and perceptual dulling or dumbing-down of the people in its vicinity, and I was aware that this was only one of a great number of such plants.
I then became conscious that I was standing next to a worker from the facility, so I asked him if people reported any odd qualities related to the building. Nervous at my question, he attempted to side-step the seriousness of the issue by joking that yeah, some weirdos claimed that there were negative vibrations released from the building. I asked him if he himself had ever experienced anything like this, and he suddenly became more involved and seriously excited, saying, “Yeah, now that you mention it, I have noticed feeling quite worn down and distracted when I’m at work here. I always wanted to believe it was my imagination.”
I assured him that this was no imaginary effect, and that I was attuned to frequencies in ways that many other people are not. I told him what I could detect about the population-control intentions of the facility, and this reality began to dawn on him with greater clarity and intensity as we continued talking.
Next—in one of those sudden dream transitions—I was no longer with the factory worker but with two other guys who seemed curious about the frequency emissions from the building. We were standing on a platform of some kind, like you might find on some ship decking or on an oil rig, and we were slowly admitting to one another that we each perceived the same thing: that this building was designed to emit infrasonic frequencies that have a profound effect on people within a certain radius of the turbines inside.
We began talking about ways of countering this effect and commented on how important this would be, given the wide-distribution of other such infrasonic frequency weaponized plants we knew to exist throughout the world. We each recognized that humans have, as a basic component of their constitution—one that has been fine-tuned over the past few years on a planetary level—the capacity to grasp, quite literally, such frequencies with our energy bodies and to convert these frequencies to more beneficial ranges. We saw that the human body is capable, when guided by intensely-focused attention, of turning these frequencies around, so to speak, much as one might redirect sunrays away from harmful positions (that might cause sunburn, for instance) to more beneficial ones that might better foster the growth of garden plants or solar energy grids.
I suddenly became aware of a curious collection of PVC pipe vents coming out of the wall of the plant, carrying exhaust and air currents to the upper platform we were standing on. I began to “play” these pipes as musical instruments, banging away in a profound rhythm and melody that I did not consciously recognize but that nevertheless seemed to well up from some deep core within me. I played like a mad improvisational jazz musician for several minutes before my song naturally slowed down, reached a powerful crescendo, and then came to a natural point of completion.
I was just as shocked as my companions at my sudden inspiration, but what we all recognized was that this type of musical response, this diversion of the energies emitted from the vent pipes curving out from deep within the machinery, provided us with just the example we needed in our quest for a counter-frequency response to this weaponized sound complex. In other words, music—inspired music welling up from deep within our souls—carries the key to converting the frequencies from their harmful to their beneficial dispositions.
Music is the answer!
As soon as I woke up, I heard a voice tell me that a very effective way of producing such beneficial frequencies was to produce a digitized symphony of insect sounds, of mosquito music and bee buzz, of cricket chirp and cicada song. By weaving these various natural sounds together in an inspired and directed manner, we could create a musical frequency that could undo any sound weapons deployed against the good of the planet.
So now I look forward to the day when that otherwise-annoying mosquito hum plays in symphony with the rest of God’s creation as the healing wave of sound that awaits our participation. It’s time to tune our instruments.