The room grew very quiet, and all eyes were on the man who seemed to be waking from a very deep slumber. Sighs could be heard and some shifting of the bedclothes. I watched as one arm lifted and now rested behind my grandfather’s head. He rubbed his nose, but his eyes remained closed. I… Read more »
I found myself sitting in the circle again. This time I sat directly on the floor. Dolores just seemed to be watching me, waiting. Both suitcases were in front of me. Side by side. The blue suitcase was boxier and smaller, and as I recall, somewhat lighter than the brown suitcase. One of the 3… Read more »
I found myself back in the Round Hotel. I was in a large meeting room of sorts. There were a few other people there as well. Everyone in the room, except for me, was sitting in a circle, on simple metal folding chairs. I was sitting in the middle of the circle, on the old… Read more »
I found myself standing in front of a tall hotel like building. I looked up. It was sparkly and platinum colored but not really “metallic” I could not make out from what material it was made. It wasn’t mirrored, it was not glass. The building was constructed differently than most skyscrapers I have seen. It… Read more »
I found myself in the dreamscape being carried by another person. I was full grown, my own self now, I am nearly 60 years old. A woman was carrying me in a curious way I was mostly prone, somehow- lying flat, her arms were underneath my body. This woman was small, my own size. How… Read more »
Last night in the dreamscape I was talking to the Avian, and particularly the Golden Eagle, Collectives. They said they had messages for me to share and would return and deliver more as needed. Would I pass them on to other humans? Yes of course. I woke up before the dream ended and found myself… Read more »
We are the Avian Collective. As I hear these words, I see the following. A large bird head, that is reminiscent of an eagle. This is the voice of the collective. There is a body and wings, and these are made up of groups of species and in turn, individual birds and the wings are… Read more »
Channeled information from Dolores Cannon -Hey Dolores, thanks for hanging around and waiting for me. Waiting isn’t a “thing” here, but you are welcome. -I know you wanted to talk to me about the little bird, Anna and energy. But… But you wanted some of the more raw emotions to settle. Yes. -Oh Dolores, how… Read more »
The Mandela effect. Whether you are in the CERN camp, or the collapsing timeline camp, or believe something else altogether about what is actually causing the phenomenon, most of the readers of this blog will know what I am talking about when I mention the term. We are speaking of objects and or events that… Read more »
Hi Candace You were going to write about the bird, weren’t you? Well, you can get back to your little feathered friend and her story in a few minutes. I have a message to deliver. -Hi Dolores. You know I really miss you. I wish I could hug you again. I wasn’t much of a… Read more »
From my journal. May 28, 2021. Dolores and Emoto. They came to me yesterday. I could see them. I could sense them. They stood there waiting for me. I was sick though, and could not manage to connect. I didn’t understand why I was ill but I was too ill to hear them. I can… Read more »
Channeling Dolores Cannon by Candace Craw-Goldman April 17, 2021 -Dolores I swear I can hear you laughing. Well, it is humorous. -I’m not so sure. I am wondering if what I am typing here on this machine will even exist after I finish or if it will just blink itself into oblivion. I’ll make sure… Read more »