I collected some posts from 2013/14 – that deals with the Morph.
I found them when I was spring cleaning the site…..
Morphing The Azure Isles
The morph seems to be changing.
I noticed that yesterday, when going into it. It seems to have gotten an azure-like blue coloring to it that I haven’t seen before.
Going into the Morph however and how to perceive it, is very much tied in with our own perceptive software so to speak.
It is like taking a walk down the street with someone. Coming home saying: Did you see those children playing soccer and the companion saying: What children. They weren’t in his or her perception range but they still were there. You saw them.
The morph doesn’t look the same to different persons or their perceptive software. So I could argue that my perception has changed, and I´m sure it has, but that is not the only explanation. As usual there is synchronicity in what the people I work with write to me. It seems to be changing for them too.
I had a rather interesting talk with a lady in Canada that I recognized from the Morph. In the Morph everybody looks like they are 30, so one can’t pick a person up by the biological look but more at a frequencies level.
She had this problem and a lot seem to have it now, they seem to be more weary and tired in the morning than they actually were before going to bed.
She asked me to work on her tiredness, and I couldn’t find anything sort of mundane about it. Then it struck me, I had seen her in the Morph as a fierce fighter.
She responded: Me fighting in the Morph? That’s sounds incredible but I thought there were only very few female fighters, Stuart said so.
Well, the Morph is obviously morphing and a lot of people are called to participate in the fighting more than ever.
I meet a lot of male and female fighters in the Morph and they often greet me, people do that in the Morph. And in some strange way they seem to find each other via the frequencies of the Internet, which are built up like the morph.
Not solid, frequencies, images and words that manifest in front of us, via the interference of an operative system and a network and Wi-Fi frequencies. Actually there are similarities.
It’s very strange and very cool.
The only way I reckon that the Morph could be changing this way is by us: changing and hereby the collective consciousness shifting.
If big events happen, usually on the spiritual front like: Break through experiences or emotional break throughs, the Morph will too. It makes sense – since the Morph is the most un-solid thing I can imagine.
There are layers to the Morph and by any means, entering the Morph or the ability to do so, isn’t elitist in any way. That’s a huge misconception.
The Morph follows our perception as mentioned, and the more we expand that the more layers we encounter in the Morph, but as stated: The different layers and the look and feel of them are both perceived individually and collectively.
Anyway going into the Morph last night, I found myself in azure blue surroundings, looking down a hillside with all these fierce samurai like men and women fighting what seem to be very weary ghouls.
The ghoul world is weakened on a collective scale right now, so it’s a good time to kill them without losing too much strength.
So if you find yourself run over by a bus in the morning and you know you can go into the morph, maybe consider: Your soul is battling either inner or outer ghouls. Same thing really, in most cases. When taking to a higher ground, it will be the external ghouls, only thing: If you can see them – they can see you.
Why do we think that when we sleep our soul, consciousness or what we prefer to call it, would find that task interesting. It strays.
If not into the morph, into whatever perception we have of the celestial. It surely doesn’t stay at home, but it keeps its attention at home.
It can be a hard job to enter the body in the mornings. It can physically be very hurtful.It’s all very interesting.
The Morph is Shifting, of course it is and when it does – so do we.
© 2013 Soren Dreier
The Morph and the B-52
Around the full moon and the solar influx I noticed that the Morph curved.
Going into it was like going into a tube that curved through time and space. I had never seen that before, so it is fair for me to assume that the Morph also gets impacted by the solar flares, like we do.
I had never seen the Morph being in a state of ‘not calm’ before. There is a lot of activity in the Morph always that can be disturbing and unsettling, but the Morph itself not being collected, that was a surprising sight to behold.
So I basically decided to stay out of it.
The other day I spontaneously entered the Morph. Normally I would have to tell myself that it’s Morph time and it takes a couple of minutes. This was instant.
The curving had gone and a blissful peace had settled. I think it’s due to solstice and the impact of many people meditating at the same time. It does something to the collective consciousness we know from surveys, and since we are all connected to the Morph that makes sense.
Going in I found myself under water with the bluest of blue sea surrounding me. Giant sea turtles that moved very rapidly were swimming around me and they were very playful. It was a very beautiful sight and I think it lasted for a couple of minutes in 3D time and maybe some hours Morph time. The impact of this encounter was above love in frequency.
Then the scenario shifted to the vision of a customized B-52 bomber. It looked like WW2 vintage but it was cutting edge high-tech. It was very close to me and I could see three pilots crying in the cockpit over their appointed mission. It had an ID number and it started with letters and then some digits. Every time I tried to see the digits, the vision faded.
I went looking for it and saw the B52 high-tech killing machine but the ID, it wouldn’t show me.
A new scenario opened up in the Morph. I was at a mountainside surrounded by tigers. Very cuddly – very friendly. The color of the Morph changed into turmeric-like color and I stayed with the tigers for a bit.
The only communication used, like with the turtles, was above love. I soaked in it.
The animals in the vision are the keepers of love and represent the Celestial protection. Turtles are old souls, detached, traveling vast distances and pretty stealthy as they do it. So will we travel? Yes: The Northern Hemisphere will go cold. And I have not touched upon the Fukushima yet…
The tigers represent the Feminine aspect, which will protect us, and save us when all there is left is a devastated construct of an entity known as ‘The West.’
The Southern hemisphere, which we label as developing countries, will rise to power.
It’s a switch, and it’s karma between nations. The parasitic wealth of the West will bounce and that is the karma in it. It manifested with a self-destructive kill switch and somebody is going to trigger that, while so called politicians are busy updating their tweets and facebook profiles.
They are a joke and a shame to any society.
‘Everybody wants to rule the world.’ Well, I don’t think so.
A Tao: ‘Don’t try to govern the world; the world can govern itself.’
We’re in for the biggest challenge and the celestial beyond religion is conquering more and more hearts.
There is still some swimming time left for the old souls – drowning is merely an illusion and a luxury we cannot afford.
© 2013 Soren Dreier
Tales From The Morph
Oh, the roads we take on…They bend and they curve, for some they are straight.
Sometimes we may envy that, but we don’t seem to be on that page.
With eyes still straying to the horizon, painfully, joyfully, aware that this incarnate adventure will have its final destination… if not in this life then the next.
Collecting experiences like carefully handcrafted bricks of clay we build and build, some frantically, some in tranquility, and like Tibetan monks making madalas – we tear it down again – striving for the perfection of the soul, seeing our final vision gathering on the horizon with the promise of the Sun sending us gentle good morning greetings.
A flake in a snowstorm this life is, and yet this life is the magnitude of the storm. Wild is the wind… Do we need to separate ourselves further from our own greatness? So eagerly they tell us we are reduced to a grain in a cereal box, for their greasy stinking teeth to bite in.
Looks hopeless, even arrogant, believing that we can beat them, but we can we know, we have before. That is why we traveled all this way from the celestial spheres to find ourselves in the midst of an ongoing battle once again.
In ancient of times we took the swords that were handed us and chopped their heads off, smelling their blood and holding the decapitated head in our hands, raising it as a sign of the conqueror. Bloodthirsty we were, mad men and mad women roaming the streets of ancient babylonian strongholds.
Bloody we went. Fighting in Scottish villages, defending Indian huts and teepees where they cut our women down, we spew poisonous arrows at them conquering the Amazon. Brothers and sisters in arms, our weapons of choice have become more and more subtle.
Now it’s words we fight with, and the divine power of ‘talking the talk and taking the walk’. Don’t say that you love us, that’s what you say…..Come walk with…
Lost souls want friends, rambunctious souls want the deep personal relations that are tied in golden fabrics through the polishing of ego desires swirling through time and space, with a cruel but just master called Synchronicity as the leading light. Trust me, it whispers… it can be an illusive mistress.
Now we find us, across continents, recognizing souls left behind and buried beneath a wooden cross, on the battlefield times ago. Our bones still decay there…We renew them in a scent close to nectar, cross race, cross gender, cross age. Love is love – and that is the most delicate of weapons. Respect follows it, and the will to let it all go while the fascist fog rolls in from the seas and gathers to block out Brother Sun.
Still we stir and try for the light. They cannot stand it its way. Choice is to be made now. Will we once again clear the way for it or will we stare like blinded sheep called to the slaughterhouse: the cruel altar of the 12 horrors that rule this world from their hiding places, the subterraneans, libertines and ghoulish creeps that took their chance and snuck out of hell.
Horsemen are gathering at the gates, we know how it will end – to begin again – the promise of stillness … we have endured more than ever and we know we will rise above them. We already have. The house of cards will fall. It does so, even when a gentle breeze hits it.
Rest assured… it is eternal fighting no more… it is now.
We will once again sit by the fire, sharing tales of the ‘enlighten dark age’, see, the Dark Age was somehow easy to grasp, since it was singular darkness with few minds awake.
Its the most blatant concept of deceit in any way to describe this moment in time as ‘enlightenment’. The fog is still to thick…..Educated, very few – if we count the souls walking the planet. Knowledge and knowing, is a very different thing and the numbers in the equation significantly rise above any of times….
Let that knowledge merge with the wildness in the wind and their hooves will hold ground no more.
© 2013 Soren Dreier
Tales From The Morph II
Going into the Morph, I came upon beings that I had not seen before. The first layer in the Morph as I see it, can also be called the Aluna.
Recently I was interviewed for a radio show.
I think he asked some good questions about the Morph and the future to be. We touched upon the difference between the Morph and the Aluna. Often I see differences as merely intellectual differences and not so much practical.
He also asked me about the Shift – when will we prevail into the age of dignity. I think it will be in 2025. Which makes sense, since there obviously has to be a critical mass for the Control System to bring it down. I still have my 50 cents on the sun.
They need their final war and in the Morph they are already down, so we will have to wait and keep on until it impacts.
The ‘Sky People’ are new to me.
They are in a ‘physical’ body in the Morph, which means in Morphic: That they are easily spotted. They started appearing on the first of July. They are playful beings and very beautiful and elegant and they fly.
Later in July I started seeing them in the skies and it got me quite amazed, so I had to find out why they suddenly appeared here in 3D but as etheric beings. I see them playing in the clouds and when the sky is clear they usually disappear. I guess clouds are good hiding places.
First I thought it was an angelic apparition, but they are not tied in with the realm of the angels. They are more deva-like.
It was explained to me in a vision why they appeared:
They basically hover the skies as a clean up crew absorbing the layer of either chemtrails or toxicity and then they die. So they make a great sacrifice. It has me wondering if Gaia has called for assistance from these realms. I will try to investigate that.
I hope that more of these celestial gentle troopers will help with the oceans soon, since Dolphins and Tuna are floating Mercury depots at this time. Since both are at top of the food chain, it is really sad to know that what they live on is even more toxic.
I also came across the ‘Hybrid People’; they are very tied in with Gaia, since in the Aluna they mirror our higher self. They are the merger or manifestation between you and your spirit animal.
So basically you can be seen in the Aluna manifesting as a Panther or whichever animal is your protective spirit.
We have these totems or power animals as our protectors. What is new to many, is that they actually start to make the same sounds as that entity, which is a mirror of your soul’s strength, whether it be a Wolf, a Panther or an Eagle.
It’s instant Karma there. Very fast. Since it holds no time. Karma in 3D takes a bit longer to manifest.
We will wait for that, and that will be the end of the Matrix. Morphing Karma collecting its ghoulish entities that hold this world hostage for the joy and cheering of killing children….May hell hold them for 10.000 years…What an evil place this used to be, then.
Now, soon the Big Calm will roll in like sea fog on a hot summer’s day and we can rest and rejoice and build up again.
We know how to do it; we have been there before.
© 2014 Soren Dreier
Tales From The Morph III
It’s obvious the world is reaching critical mass, and in such times fear creeps under the skin (as it is designed to do) unless you hold on to your inner Core and Kung Fu the perimeters.
Scotland is under high pressure and ‘easy to see through’ scare campaigns. They should break free, only trouble is: What’s really free in this world. Countries and thereby their citizens aren’t. The Matrix will Matrixifie them in no time. But at least they don’t have to listen to Cameron – that should be motive enough and a kind of freedom.
Spain is even more troublesome. Targeted for Ebola being so close to Africa, keep an eye on Spain. And if you live there, as I do presently, have an evacuation plan before they force Bill Gates’ vaccines on you and shut down the airports.
Catalonia wants to be free. So the Spanish bankrupt control system bought 1€ heavy riot gear, just in case the Northern Province decides to go independent, and they seem quite determined to do so. I see the hallmark of a civil war in the making.
A civil war is never further away than the Rothschild’s want it to be. Mayhem even closer. Always bear that in mind.
The Ukraine is still craving a conflict with Russia and NATO is on it. So we also have the blueprint for WW3 hammering our nervous systems.
In the Morph it seems different. NATO isn’t targeting Russia but China. In times of high alert and distress it’s always worth paying attention to who keeps silent. Who doesn’t interfere. Who plays invisible. The Morph says: Russia isn’t interesting for the Ghouls and Archons, China is. The US and thereby NATO want to wipe the economical slate clean. Okay.
The Chinese sit on $1.317 trillion of the USA, and that is the obvious. The stealth debt, by middlemen hiding the investor, isn’t estimated here. So if that is correct, we´re facing a war with Russia, who the powers that be really don’t think is that interesting, and thereby dragging China into it. Goodbye world.
Then we have the Fukushima brewing.
Then again we have the Ebola threat. It’s very possible that the Ebola is a construct and in the Morph it says: “They already have unleashed hell,” so the clock is absolutely ticking its ghastly seconds.
Then we have the opening now of US and what have we, targeting the weird bandanas and soon bombing the living daylight out of Syria, which they really couldn’t before. They were so close to targeting Damascus, but public opinion swayed and they had to find a legit reason. The legit reason is as un-legit as they come.
ISIS which I presume is short for ‘Israel Secret Intelligence Services’ did its job and Jihadi John is roaming the desert on a killing spree. Looks a bit like an anywhere desert and reminds me of those videos with Osama Bin Laden – who just kept getting younger and younger.
Then we have Gaia, she’s rumbling and tumbling under the CME´s of the sun. I was shown in the Morph that it’s like a microwave oven. The fluids underground get heated as the neutrinos shape shift and slowly but surely something’s got to give. So blame it on the neutrinos. Theres a pattern in, that when the sun do this, volcano eruptions and earthquakes increases.
I guess it’s fair to say that there is a certain amount of pressure here…
I think of myself as fairly informed but probably could be a damn lot smarter; but the daily surfs and reads though the headlines of this world, from mainstream to alternative sites, tell me this planet is in for the kill unless some external event puts a stop to it. And I´m not in the rapture of The Second Coming or relying on SpaceBros in flying saucers.
I’m relying on the sanity of the Universe.
Maybe that’s naive since I know the principle of: ‘Don’t govern the world and the world will govern itself’ and yet: It is governments that are the architects of this, so maybe the Universe has a divine celestial tweak to that principle like: Enough is enough and the sun shone and the sun roared, and stillness prevailed.
Birds chirped, waves licked the beaches and we were free again like prisoners suddenly released into daylight… bewildered and in pristine disbelief we will shake our heads and shield our eyes with our hands.
Surprisingly asking: Is it over now? Did they have their way?
The children playing carelessly in the meadows had the answer to that question.
© 2014 Soren Dreier
On a Beach in the Morph
I noticed this past week from letters from people feeling metaphysically abused and strangely down and not being able figure out the trigger point causing their distress.
I’ve also seen it in the headlines from around the world that the ghouls have gotten more obvious.
The mainstream media was speaking about possessions and obsessions.
Strange and unexplained events taking place where the diabolic seem to show and manifest quite openly.
I have a clear hunch that when ghouls panic they do so because the celestial is collecting and gathering, since it’s the only thing that really can scare the ghouls. In the same week I also felt very much down, had trouble with sleeping for no apparent reason as my friends did.
One very aware friend wrote that he was heavily attacked. It showed a pattern. There´s always a pattern. Having that mechanic in mind, I went into the morph to have a look.
The morph is very close. I consider it to be a quantum field of a much clearer reality than the one perceived by our five senses.
So the morph is within reach, we have to let go of the five senses to encounter it. A leap of faith will get us there; behind the shimmering door is the reality of the not yet manifested. I conceive it to be somehow more real that our 3D reality.
So I projected into the morph. It takes a nanosecond if the circumstances are right, and “right” is (for me) when there’s absolutely no fear running around in the emotional nervous system.
I found myself at a very beautiful tropical beach. Somehow the coloring was very psychedelic, but with the morph it is. I guess it’s because the vision, which is not a vision really, but a touchable both parallel and embedded universe, is experienced with the mind’s eye via the pineal gland and the emotional nervous system.
Strolling along the beach with the gentle tropical waves caressing the sand, something jumped on me and pushed me down onto the sand. Sitting on me was this sulfur stinking ghoulish creature. It was way physically stronger than me, and it sat on my chest, so breathing was very hard.
As we struggled I became very aware that I could die there.
With that awareness my eyes strayed to the tropical sky and the clouds vanished and celestial light broke through. I knew Instantly what to say, so I turned my attention to the ghoul and said:
“I´m not the one being trapped here, you are!” and the Ghoul stopped its effort to kill me, looking at me with great fear. The ghoul released its grip on me and started screaming and vaporized into weird fractals and fragments, and it was no more.
As I came back into the 3D graphics card we call this reality I realized; Yes, the Ghouls are losing their power. And yes, something very powerful has arrived.
On another note: The celestial is not copyrighted by boxed in religion. Since most rules in more or less copyrighted religion are very much fear based and therefore a ghoul-construct, it makes no sense to cling to them. Maybe they will offer you peace of mind, maybe not.
But I never subscribed to the role of telling others what to believe or how to live their lives. People can think and feel whatever makes them tick as long as they don’t impose their belief systems on others.
I realized when in the Morph that our relationship with the celestial is stronger, more powerful, subtler, and more obvious that I ever conceived it to be. I don’t consider myself holy in any way and I don’t consider myself evil in anyway.
But I do consider myself very good at striking a really bad chord now and then. I also consider myself able to strike a good one now and then, with a soul that longs for perfection, redemption, love and a feel of the celestial blueprint.
On such a basic security that: Yes, we can connect with the celestial and what maybe is way more difficult: Letting the celestial connect with us: Without fear of not being worthy, without fear at all, and with the sweet, sweet touch of redemption.
I truly believe our little souls have out grown the Matrix construct. As with everything within this universe, we’ll all come to that realization of growth in the final gathering of light and darkness in Morph City.
What an awesome reality.
Give the Ghouls a clear sense of the celestial powers you’re connected with and they seem to die. Very cool.
©2013 Soren Dreier