Tuesday July 9, 2024

The heat wave continues which is to be expected as the climate warms. From my terrace this afternoon I noticed thick fog over the ocean and bridge. "Perfect for pics", I thought as I walked to the promenade where I met friends Matt, Gregory (the Pigeon Whistler), and Ken (amateur photographer) along the way. A cargo ship had sailed under the Verrazano Bridge just before I got there. Missed the shot.

Gregory is a crazy old guy with a white droopy beard who feeds the pigeons seen here on the promenade today. He whistles and they fly over to him. He even sets up a bird feeder (on the right side of pic). He's really nice and well known around Brooklyn but seeks attention which he gets with his bird whistles. He's high intelligent and we've had some interesting conversations about the world.

In the next pic - a fisherman stands alone in the fog on a ledge under the Verrazano Bridge. The day was hot and humid but in that moment the climate was out of step with space and time, almost surreal. I was not sure why he was dressed like a Bedouin making it even more surreal surreal .. . until a Middle East connection for me made itself known later in dreamtime.

The Beduin moved to his left so I could center myself between the arches of the bridge and my friend Matt took a few pics. Great energies.

I love watching the patterns created by the bridge reminding me of my visual of what it will look like when the Mid-Atlantic Ridge splits the Atlantic plate and roars up at the end. For today record-breaking Hurricane Beryl shapes destiny and the lives of millions.

Water splashing up over the rocks as the fog starts to dissipate.

As the fog lifted I said goodbye to friends ... turned and took one final pic as I walked up the hill.

Tuesday night as I fell asleep I saw the face of a Gray alien looking at me - its head tilted in the same position as mine on my pillow. Time had passed since I was last visited. It blinked. The black lens covering its eyes revealing striking starry-blue eyes which allowed me to know this was the same alien I've seen since being taken in 1954. Looking into its eyes I was instantly transported ... physical reality as we know it in stasis.

I slept 10 consecutive hours in physical time - awakening with the gray looking at me knowingly. My immediate feeling was ... I didn't want to wake up here ... preferring to continue my journey elsewhere. He relayed the thought that my DNA had been activated - but nothing said about me returning.

Telepathically he showed me the words Haplogroup HV ... ah ... the bloodline. It took me to my file 23 and me - a destiny once shown that continues to manifest as if a work in progress until the end. Through the decades I have come to understand that the Gray is 'Z and me' on a chartered course under the bridge ... the flow of the collective unconscious in the alchemy of time.