I woke up in our bed wondering if the whole event of finding the fifth-dimensional airport, going into the core of Gaia, attending the Lemurian celebration and the messages from the Arcturian, Gaia and Sanat Kumara were a dream.
“NO,” said Sandy who was still half asleep, “It was NOT a dream.” She then sat up, looked straight into my eyes and said, “Was it?’
I wanted to answer her, but heard a sentence in my mind, which felt like it was from Sanat Kumara and ran to get my computer.
“Are you getting another message?” I heard Sandy’s sleepy voice.
“Yes,” I replied, “can’t talk now.” Continue reading