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Dimensional Walking Rainbow Radaelli, Truth Seeker Forum

Diaries are full of treasures, especially those forgotten over time. As I started to read my diary, page
after page revealed a world I let slip by. I’m going
to share with you just a snippet of a life and time in the
medicine world.

While the Medicine Man ThunderBow wasn’t always
easy to understand, he told me how being aware in the
waking state affected the dream state, which seemed to
make sense. I looked back at my diary and saw that we
had called the dream state “dimensional walking.” It
knocked my socks off, the very fact I had forgotten this
and so many other experiences.

Dimensional walking was introduced to me when I
was just 20. At first it seemed like too much discipline,
and that was the last thing I wanted to do, especially with
just being a few years out of high school. I wanted to
spread my wings and be totally free of any kind of discipline. ThunderBow would just smile as I would give
excuse after excuse as to why that didn’t appeal to me, but
it seemed like he was always a few steps ahead of me, patiently waiting, knowing I would eventually come around.


Something was still coming at me in my dreams. I
would wake up scared, sometimes scream or talk in my
sleep. He would pat my shoulder and let me know everything
was OK. I was safe, and he would mumble a few words
in a prayer and usually, this put me at ease and I would fall
back asleep. It was nerve-racking, and even as the days
were long in the waking state, my nights were just the
same. I could feel something out of reach, out of eyesight,
and out of my understanding ready to pounce on me.


ThunderBow said that whatever this was knew I
was a medicine woman long before I knew or even had
an inkling that this path was even a possibility. I always
wondered why he would smirk because it was never very
funny to me. I would feel as if I was running ahead of
myself in my dreams, and as I would catch up to myself,
I would see a scary monster. There’s nothing scarier than
thinking you are the monster you are running from.


At my wit’s end, I finally decided to follow ThunderBow’s instruction and learn how to do dimensional walking.
It seemed quite weird, and I was out of my element at first.
Meditation is not my strong suite because my mind is a
chatterbox with an endless dialogue to keep itself company.
Sometimes there would seem to be multiple whispers going
on at once whenever I would try to quiet myself. It was as if
they would go on autopilot at the hint of any meditation.


To help me learn how to focus on the “now,” ThunderBow arranged for my first sweat lodge with some
friends. He set up a special ceremony for me so that I could understand the importance of discipline and focus.
This was key to me being able to confront this monster or
the dark entity that wouldn’t leave me alone.

It’s important to note that ThunderBow felt I needed
something a bit extreme to kickstart my apprenticeship
into dimensional walking. With that being said, the sweat
lodge was the start of my medicine path. It was an extreme
introduction into a world of the unknown and mysterious
realm of shadows and magic … and did I say hot!
There’s nothing like feeling like your face is falling off
to get your attention. Yes, it was hotter than Hades, and it
lasted what felt like an eternity, which was really just over
an hour. I crawled in the sweat lodge a bit intimidated,
lost and adrift from reality, and crawled out divergent, as
if something had breathed new life into me. I was ready to
start my tutelage into ThunderBow’s dimensional walking,
or so I thought.


Step one was easier than I thought it would be because all I had to do was look for my hands in my dreams.
Things changed quickly when I achieved this. Then I had
to find large hands or hands wearing gloves or rings, etc.
Then came inanimate objects, like bowls or vases that had
designs painted on them. And then he upped the ante and
asked me to find people in certain clothes and colors. Then
I searched for small landscapes and trees. And the hardest
of all for me was looking at the sky and finding clouds.
I found that I mostly saw color, so ThunderBow said
to choose to see in black and white. I didn’t like this because I felt like I would get stuck dreaming in a black-andwhite world. He assured me that I could turn color on just
by intending it like a switch.


The good thing about all my exploration was the monster seemed to stay at bay and I was able to focus harder
on my research into the realm of dimensional walking.
The idea of dimensional walking has everything to do with
your conscious awareness as you go to sleep. It’s not just a
reminder, but an intention to keep the same awareness in
dream time so that the assemblage point (dream body) can
move about as if you never went to sleep.


It’s also about being aware of what’s happening to
your surroundings as you sleep. Being out of the body
and traversing into unknown dimensions was only part
of it. I had to be aware of my body back in my bed in my
repose position.
It was when I was at the two-year mark that something
quite terrifying happened that changed everything. I can remember to this day how empowered I felt at first, and then
the stark reality hit me of being completely vulnerable and
unprepared for the consequences of what I was doing.

ThunderBow said my next goal was to find a movie
theater. So I went to bed and focused on finding a movie theater. It took a few weeks, but one night within what seemed
minutes of falling asleep, I was sitting in the theater with other
people. I felt the seat, heard the music playing in the background, and I smelled popcorn. The movie hadn’t started
yet, so I was just sitting by myself staring at a huge white
screen. I then remembered to come back to my body, wake
up, and then go back to sleep and go right back to my seat in
the movie theater. I did it and was elated the next morning.

The following night ThunderBow wanted me to find
rocks to walk on and look for a village or small town. I
think he suggested somewhere like the English countryside. I thought that would be quite interesting, so I went
into my place of quietude and ventured onwards. At first
I remembered almost popping into a rocky place and
smelling the dirt. It was almost like I was literally in the
country. I looked around me, and there were large trees
and bushes on a slanting hill.

I was facing a hill full of rocks that seemed easy
enough to climb, so I started putting my hands on the
rocks and pulling myself up. As I was climbing up the
rock incline, I started to feel tingling in my hands and
arms. As I reached the top of the rocky hillside, I saw a
country house in the distance, and that’s when I got a big
whiff of the dirt, flowers, and tiny shrubs up my nose.
I felt the wind on my face, and my hair was blowing to
the side. It was the first time I had ever felt the wind, and
the shock of it and all the smells in my nostrils made me
feel dizzy.


I then saw this auroral glimmer go into my hands and
up my arms. I felt as if I was coming alive with this wash
of scintillating energy, and I knew without a shadow of a
doubt that if I didn’t get out of there, I would have fully
integrated into the very location I was at. It no longer felt
like a dream, but more like an actual place.
I remember thinking to myself, is this dimension like
back home? When I could feel the cool dirt beneath my
hands, I freaked out and pushed away from the rocks.
I started to slide down forgetting that I was on a rocky
slope, yelling and grabbing for branches to slow my fall.


Then I slowly woke up. I knew something weird had happened because there was a little bit of dirt on my sheets
and under my fingernails. This was a first.
I realized that what I had done seemed beyond me,
and when I told ThunderBow what happened, he seemed
pleased but very concerned. We had been working
toward something that once attained was a whole other
ballgame.
He had me take a break from dimensional walking
so I could get my bearings back and try again. I never did
allow myself after that to go as far into another realm. I
held myself back and just couldn’t yield to the dangers of
uncharted territory.


I know the rules here in this reality, but to do the
dimensional walking I realized that there weren’t any
handbooks on what to do if you find yourself lost in
another realm. You can’t get cold feet once you are there,
and getting back in itself could be a wild ride

Last but not least, I did the one thing I needed to do.
Remember the monster hidden in the shadows of my
dreams? Well, I confronted it. ThunderBow had me find
a mirror, and he said to look into it and tell him what I
saw. It took me awhile — I guess because I was avoiding
it — but when I finally was able to find a mirror and look
into it, I saw a hideous face looking back at me. I started
to back away when something weird started to happen. It
slowly morphed into my face. And there I was left looking
at myself, no monster left insight.


As Medicine Man Black Elk once said, “Sometimes
dreams are wiser than waking.” In my case, I had found
that I had been afraid of myself and my potential.
Philosopher Henri-Frédéric Amiel stated, “Dreams
are excursions into the limbo of things, a semi-deliverance
from human prison.” It was evident I had freed
myself, and I realized that there was so much that dimensional walking could help me figure out and remedy. It
was a key to a self-imposed prison. In some ways, I was
the prison guard.


Dimensional walking was an insight into the deeper
pool of who I really was. I unlearned cultural esthetics that
didn’t feel right and had the courage to develop opinions
that were solely mine. I also saw that there is so much
within myself that is basically uncharted territory.
I have continued at a more cautious level with dimensional walking, and I feel it has integrated into my Third
Eye sense of awareness.

I haven’t looked into another
mirror since that impactful experience. I guess if I have
one question today, it would be, what would my reflection
look like now? I guess I’ll have to find another mirror and
find out.

Rainbow

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McMenamin’s Edgefield Oregon’s Haunted Gem

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Have you ever walked into a place and felt you went back in time instantly,  almost as if you were greeted by a forgotten time yet still alive and well? As each footstep takes you further down the hall, unseen eyes with a whispered greeting welcome you. You turn right and then left but there’s no one there except other guests and passers. Maybe a gentle hand caresses the side of your head making you feel light-headed or within the blink of an eye, you glimpse a shadow walking by. Well, this is how a multitude of people feel when they walk through the front doors of McMenamin’s Edgefield Hotel in Troutdale, Oregon. 

The interesting thing here is, most of those whispered hellos and wispy silhouettes are seemingly friendly even if you can’t see or touch them. From astonishingly beautiful paintings on walls to an ambiance of old-time charm, there is so much to do. Think of a ghost adventure where all the modern conveniences are at your fingertips such as small bars, edible gardens, and an expresso bar. I think of it as ghostbusting at your leisure.   

The charm keeps coming as you choose from, a day at the spa at Ruby’s Spa and Soaking pool, or an evening of live music and if that doesn’t float your boat, you can enjoy a movie after dinner. The best part is there are so many wonderful places to go, you’ll never get bored. But let’s not forget the best part of Edgefield, at least for me, is its history and its lively ghosts. 

Edgefield back in the day was built in 1911 becoming the Multnomah County poor farm which eventually progressed into a nursing home. Today, it is a 74-acre hot spot for its own brewery, vineyards, and distillery. My favorite is their hard cider! 

As an Empath, I find these kinds of locations are the catchup to my fries. You can’t get any better than this outside of literally living in a haunted house. I’m not talking about the spooky kind but those old beloved Victorian or turn of the century homes that kept all the residual memories of all the families that lived within their walls. Edgefield’s energy reminds me of multiple bubbles bobbing up and down with old memories that linger, occasionally touching the living as they move along. 

Are there haunted rooms, you may ask? Of course! The most requested room at Edgefield is room 215, called the Amazing Grace room. Supposedly when they were renovating the property they found animal bones and a pentagram on the ground within the area. I can only assume they did a cleansing of sorts, hence the name. In addition, room 214 also supposedly has paranormal activity in it especially with it being in close proximity to room 215. 

Walking around, I found that it didn’t take much prodding on my part when I asked some of the Edgefield staff who worked there if they had any ghostly experiences. Here are a few that I want to share with you that I feel are great testaments because not everybody who experiences ghostly activity is a believer … at first.  

Imagine, there you are, playing golf on one of Edgefield’s 2 golf courses and you catch a glimpse of a shadowy figure walking by. Perhaps, late at night, you are strolling along the path with snow coming down, footsteps appear out of nowhere. Where they begin or end is anybody’s guess. 

Here is Ryan’s story. He is one of the shift managers at the Black Rabbit Restuarant. 

   This happened two winters ago on the property.  He and his wife were walking past one of the golf courses and stopped by the distillery to have a drink to make sure their boss saw them so he wouldn’t call them in to work on their day off because it was snowing. He remembered walking around with their coffee drinks and then walking through the golf course meandering back towards their home. 

Ryan said, “Not that we were following footsteps but we realized there were like footsteps in the snow and within 10 to 15 steps, they just stopped, like into the nothing. They didn’t fade out they didn’t go around the corner. They just stopped.

Rainbow:

“Were they human size? Like a man or a woman?”

Ryan:

“They were like a woman or adolescent child. They seemed as fresh as could be. And it was actively snowing at the time. We stood there for about 10 to 15 minutes trying to figure stuff out or trying to make sure nobody was stepping backward, trying to play a prank on us. We couldn’t come up with any other explanation other than something weird was going on.” 

Rainbow:

‘Is there anything else?’

Ryan:

‘There have been situations in the distillery where the broom will stand up on its own, like unsupported. I can’t imagine that being done without somebody manipulating it first but just the fact that it stands there for a number of minutes on end without falling over is strange. 

There is somebody who took a video of it and walked all the way around it. The first time I remember it happening recently, whoever came into open the bar that particular day found it already standing. The only logical explanation is the person the night before left it that way and it stayed that way all night. He was a little weirded out and went and did some other stuff after that.”  

Clara’s story:

Clara is a bartender who has been working at the Black Rabbit for 4 years. Here is her story: 

“One morning, it’s 6 am when I first started working here, I was walking down the hallway here and this door was cracked open and there should have been no one in the bar and I turn and I look and standing in the archway over there is a very tall man. We made ghostly eye contact and then I shuffled off and was freaked out.”

Rainbow:

“Was it a shadow or full-body apparition?” 

Clara:

“No, it was a full apparition. And then I’ve seen another one on the other side of the bar, It almost looked like an Asian woman peeking her head around the pole and back and then I never saw her again. I even went around to make sure no one was hiding from me and there was no one there. 

I have also heard twice now, bagpipes off in the distance when we haven’t had any events happening here. One time it was the opening line of Amazing Grace. I was thinking, we shouldn’t have any bagpipers here now. The second time, I heard it and one of our skeptics heard it at the same time so I know it wasn’t just me.    

Christina’s story:

Christina is a bartender and has been working at the Black Rabbit for 7 years. 

“My husband used to work here and he was the bar manager. And a part of his duties was to come in here, once a month and do the inventory which required him to be here at 4 o’clock in the morning. So we just thought let’s spend the night. He could go downstairs to do his thing and then come back up to bed.”  

“I told you I’m a bit of a skeptic  We have a ghost Logue that you can check out at the front desk and read people’s stories. I was always like, people are drunk, whatever, of course, they’re going to see things.”

“ So, there wasn’t much drinking, a little bit but we weren’t drunk and went to bed like normal, everything was good. He got up and went to do his thing and I remember him leaving and I fell back asleep. We were on the second floor in room 214. It’s right next to the room that’s suppose to be really haunted, the Amazing Grace room which is 215. So I remember waking up and looking and seeing a grey cat walking towards my bed. Of course, I’m going through my brain, how a cat got into my room, justifying the purpose and the meaning of this cat being in my room. I feel the cat jump up on the bed. I pet the cat, I feel the cat, I interact with this cat. This is weird. I thought it probably came in through some air vent or something. And then the cat jumps off the bed and I see it walk away.”

“I fall back asleep. The door opens, my husband comes in, sits on the bed. I feel the bed sink in. I feel him move over towards me and put the blanket up over my shoulder like he usually does. I start to tell him about this cat. I turn around and there’s nobody there. I never felt scared or anything like that. So my husband comes back and I ask him, “Have you been to this room? There was a cat in this room.” He said, “No, no.”  So I said, “Cool, listen to my story!”

“I came to work the next day and I’ve been working in this department for 7 years. So I go to one of the night bartenders who have been working here a while too and told him my story. I said, “A little grey cat was in my room and he went, ‘That cat?” He pointed to painting here on the wall. Well, I never noticed ever but there is a little grey cat in the woman’s arms that’s in the tub. You have to actually get up close to see it. There has been a grey cat in the painting the whole time I’ve been working here and yes, that is the grey cat.” 

After hearing everyone’s stories, I decided to walk around the grounds of the hotel, when one thought came to my mind, I could stay here forever! I guess that explains why Edgefield attracts the living as well as the dead. Everybody has a good time and nobody wants to leave!

McMenamins Edgefield is just 15 minutes from the airport and 20 minutes to downtown Portland. It’s become one of my most favorite haunted locations but then, McMenamins does have other supposedly haunted locations that I have yet to visit. You know what that means, I’m going to have a lot of favorites!

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Dreggs of the Hidden-world

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Let’s revisit a blog I posted a few years ago. Here I added a few more things.

Now that the veil is thinning, almost completely gone, I feel I should talk about some nefarious and formidable foes called Dreggs. The word, “Dreggs,” came about from Antioch, a Djinn that spoke to me from Skinwalker Ranch in Utah. He defined the Dreggs as dark entities, beings or forms of energy that feed off, harass or enslave humans.

         Not only the Djinn Antioch, but other entities and Cryptids have spoken to me throughout my journeys, conveying messages to me. Today I will share tidbits of forgotten knowledge that ended up in the shadows of forgotten history, and the side roads of trivial lore.

    The renaissance of our infant lives as humans is at risk, only kept safe by protective parents and those guardian spirits that fade away as we get older. We are fragile after all, more so than other beings. We need an upper hand before we ever take our first breath outside the womb. Earths frequency is our extra push and it’s her vibration that enfolds us as we are born, protecting us.

    Humans have an interesting fate. We are born completely wiped of any memory of any past life and then as we progress through life, we strive to remember who we were and who we are becoming. The animals in the forests are born and reborn with a connection that is never severed from itself. Many sentient beings live innumerable lifetimes,  knowing who they are so much so that, we as humans need to live hundreds of lifetimes just get a glimpse of ourselves.

     Our inability to access important memories quickly from early on becomes our downfall which is why as humans we are constantly striving for remedial answers to this beleaguering problem. This is our Achilles heel. And it sucks, because many of these lost memories are golden, pure history, truth with no fillers, the actual account of what life was, is and will be.

    Within the subsisting -vivacity of existence, there seems to be brooding and hushed darkness that we as humans have forgotten about, maybe out of fear or the desire to push distressing teachings aside. Here is some of this forgotten history or as some would prefer to say, the tall tales of yesteryear.

Truth or fiction, you decide.

Predatory Cryptid

    The Cryptid Tulack was quite the silent type but what little he did open up to me about, was surprising. There are fewer Dogmen now than ever before. Their presence here is constantly being disturbed by a very weird outside source. It’s a predatory Cryptid with Dregg characteristics, unlike anything they have seen. I think this creature has the DNA from both Sasquatch and Dogmen besides an unknown Alien DNA factor.

    Whether this problem is a result of manipulated genetics, I just wonder who and what this predatory creature is. One has to think, who is its master or is it a self-serving and evolving entity out of control?

Dark Entity

     The Djinn, Antioch, was an odd fellow. I was never comfortable with his communication with me because I knew he despised humans and I just so happen to be a human. I often wondered why he offered up a plethora of info. I didn’t pay much attention which some researchers would find unprofessional in our field but this particular contact unnerved me to my core.

     Here is a little of what he told me in a matter of fact tone.

 Imagine if you can, creatures who feast on humans. They are not Demons but something that crossed over from another dimension, waiting for the chance, the opportune time when the veil weakened, barely able to hold its form. Imagine, a being that can occupy a body and invite others like it to occupy the same body at will? They are calculating and cunning way beyond the dark entities that exist here already. Humans are their prime food source and all they have to do is to focus on one person at a time. They basically have a food source that is endless.       What is interesting is that these beings are manipulating and manifesting in ominous ceremonies, Ouija boards, darkened rooms, silent roads and the imagination of scriptwriters and storytellers alike. Dark incantations, ceremonies, and summoning are all it takes. They are taking darkness to a whole new level and the very people who think they can get in on the action will eventually find that they are nothing more than food to these beings.        We are not at the top of the food chain by any means and in many ways, a delicacy for these creatures. What makes them extremely scary to me, is the fact that they are not Demons as we know Demons to be, but Dark Entities that take darkness to a whole new level.

The Mesh of  Golden Tubes

    Are we slaves on this planet? I was shown a mesh of yellow and gold tubes that were woven around the earth by archaic beings penchant for creating unusual prisons. The tubes glowed and pulsated as if they were all alive and sentient. I saw many human souls, trying to fly out of the mesh, and when it would sense them trying to escape, it would extend itself and send off a vibration that would pull the souls back into itself. There was no escape and I saw that I was trapped just like everybody else.

Shapeshifter

     The Dregg called the Shapeshifter, can be dark or light depending on their intention. The dark Shapeshifters do an ancient ceremony that steals the life force of a targeted individual. The individuals are usually young but can be adults as well. From start to finish it usually takes a year to complete the actual ceremony.

     It is dark and it is sinister. I can’t go into details of what the ceremony entails because I would fear for my own safety if I did so. I witnessed the end part of the ceremony by mistake. I am an Empath and sometimes when I venture off with my dream body, I get caught in dark webs that extend beyond into the ethereal world.

     The Shapeshifter I witnessed, maintained his youth and age and was by today’s standards an average guy in his 30’s. In reality, he would be hundreds of years old. I believe he is a cousin to the Vampire of old. Depending on which continent such a creature exists, it can take on many forms.

Kraken

      The Dregg called the Kraken, was an entity that I was shown a few years ago that when seen, is a bad omen. He didn’t look like the monster in, Clash of the Titans, he more so looked like an old man with a mustache and beard. He had a full head of hair that was long past his shoulders. He had three octopus legs for the lower half of his body.

     Having him in our timeline means that we fluctuate between the possibilities of dimensions. He reminds me of, Old Man Time except for the fact that he is an entity that messes with timelines and changes the course of parallel universes. He does become a heavyweight for Mother Earth and he affects her ability to spin on her axis.      Some of these Dreggs are obvious but others might transform into unassuming forms that seem no more harmful than a ghostly apparition. Follow your gut so you can disseminate between what does or doesn’t feel right.   In the End 

    We are the keepers for Mother Earth. There will always be the shadows of nefarious oddities called Dreggs, who silently watch and wait. We just need to keep the torches of light shining so that at the end of each day, we illuminate the night with a vigilant symbol that says, we are not alone. Knowledge is the key but knowing we are not only connected to Mother Earth but each other, is our saving grace.

Rainbow