Stories from the Cosmos

Stories from the Cosmos is an article that contains information on my past lives and dreams.  All my life I have embraced the paranormal and metaphysical realms that surround us.  My paranormal investigations with Halo Paranormal Investigations has lead me on an adventure.  An adventure so exciting that I recently worked with the Travel Channel’s Ghost Adventures.  In this article, you will see pictures of me with the Ghost Adventures crew.  The episode that will feature me and my husband Paul Dale Roberts will air sometime in November of this year.  I will always enjoy helping people with their paranormal issues.  Thank you for your support and thank you for reading, below is an article I wrote back in 2014.  Enjoy!  Deanna

From the Akashic Hall of Records… Sacrifice Girl

In a field of sunflowers I am a young girl about 19, walking alongside of a bright and warm sun. The sunlight feels good and is exceptionally bright, almost ready to go out and down in a blaze of pink fire highlighting the horizon, making a beautiful red rainbow sunset. There is a square pyramid colored in gold tones in front of me. It has steps on all four sides, a huge room in the middle, underneath the ground and the top has a square point made of arches in all directions pointing to the heavens. The top of the stairs each has a platform and window.

I look to my right, I am naked and an old woman is standing there. She is a moon goddess because she points at the sky and it turns to night and there is a triple moon there. She is the crone. Then, I notice a large group of people coming and the woman disappears. They are dark skinned, shirtless and everyone is brought to the top on the stairs. On the tops of the platform are executioners and our heads are chopped off, bodies tossed aside and our spirits continue walking to the room on the top as we leave the physical realm for the spiritual one.

From the Dream Journal of Deanna Wednesday, December 3rd 2014

I dreamed that I was at this gorgeous place. I have seen no other place like it before. There were caves everywhere and the grass was moss. It was a bright day. I was in a blue pick-up truck with my sister and a man that had time travel keys. We would go into each cave and then he would turn the key in the caves and they would turn into spaceships and go back in time to a certain event or forward to the future. We kept going to the future and I saw myself on stage playing guitar. We tried to go to the past and we never changed anything even though we all tried to change things in the past. When we came out of the cave to the past, there was a pit bull dog in the truck. It was friendly and I had no idea where he came from. In another cave there was also a black and white cat and it darted out of the cave. We sat in the pickup overlooking the edge of a very high cliff and then I woke up.

Sunday, August 18th 2013 Scarabs in a Museum I dreamed that I was in a museum, and I got bit twice by a huge red Scarab. It was a museum display, but it kept coming to life to bite me. I ran to the top level of the museum, trying to outrun the Scarab, there was a tower that was something like 35 stories high and I accidentally broke a hole in the top floor. It was like a display or something, not a real building.

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A Book Review: “The Awakening” by Scott Wieczorek

I just read “The Awakening” part one by Scott Wieczorek . It is a fantasy story that mixes science with religion. The story revolves around protagonist Elena Michaels whose blood is harboring a secret so strong that the spirit world comes calling. I love the dream sequences in the book, they are the best part. The way that Scott writes puts you right in the book. In the dreams, you can feel a mellow sadness that reminds me of those times when you are so physically and emotionally tired you dream just the same way. I especially like how descriptive the college environment is written. When Elena sits down to eat you can taste the pizza in your mouth.

In his biography, Scott describes himself as an archaeologist. His experience comes handy as he describes the surroundings of an ancient tomb. After all the pain in her life, Elena comes to terms with even more tragic news but then she must also try to stay strong as she learns about the secret of her blood. A mysterious young man comes into Elena’s life and he changes her forever. Elena doesn’t seem to possess the mental strength she needs and God makes sure she knows he is looking out for her. This book is 220 pages. The chapters are organized so that you can read easily transitioning from one scene into the next one. There were a few spelling and grammar errors but that is common in a first edition and nothing too serious, you may not even notice unless you were searching for it. I really like the characters and I cannot wait to see what the second book has in store. Scott’s Blog: www.wieczorekfictblog.blogspot.com

I call these stories, the stories from the cosmos because they are from my dreams and past lives. The stories that are not by me are from someone else’s dreams or past lives or emotion. Even your heart has its own world that it has created. There is ghost stories which seem to be happening, not just in one reality but two… These are stories from the Cosmos because the stories are alive in other realities and times and they are just there, no need for conscious creation…

Well, I have mentioned previous times before about being neglected as a child and having my spirit guide voice his thoughts, emotions and knowledge towards me to help me survive my childhood. He was tall and had dark hair. He taught me Wicca and also stories that have never been recorded that must have been from his past lives and mine because he said that we were alive together several times and we are connected to each other eternally. He even told me about the Akashic Hall of Records at a young age and I would often dream of it.

In my dreams, the place was a huge white building built from marble and it had staircases leading up to it everywhere. It was a very crowded place. Inside, you could go over your project plans with your instructor in your next mission before leaving and make other arrangements such as sending supernatural letters to people in their dreams and so much more as long as you had access you could do anything. Outside, I was laying on a marble bench on my back, very relaxed. The sun was hot but not too hot and there were cotton flying around in the slight breeze of the wind and the cotton was coming from the trees and the side of the library that was actually overrun with forestry.

I heard a male voice, “Oh, there you are.” I had been waiting all day outside and I opened my eyes, I had been meditating before that so that I didn’t actually have to walk into the library. It was hard to see the details of the face because he was leaning over me and the sun was so bright I couldn’t make out his expression but I knew who it was. He was my guide. We went over some things on some papers that he had. He even had a whole briefcase of papers. I felt a sense of love towards him yet in another dream I feel darkness and disgust as he leads me…

Into the marshes of some unknown place. I am wearing a purplish red velvet colored robe over my head in the marshes with two men following me with lanterns. One is him. It feels like we are in Europe, Britain or something but I have no research to support that theory. There is a stone castle in the background and you can hear the dogs barking very loudly, they must be very large dogs.

The men lead me to the marsh, one is him. There is a lot of pain in this moment. They lead me into the water and they drown me and they are gone.

On the top of the water is a water lily shining brightly because the one whole in the trees encamped all around the marsh lets the moon shine through almost directly straight ahead, must have been midnight than. As I float face up with the lily, I am alive, as I float face down from my death I look up and see the water lily turn over into a new world, me with it and the sun is shining on me and I am in a new world, and that other world filled with those people are gone, they are all gone. I am on a new astral plane.

The poem Drowning, I created from that moment:

Drowning in a Past Life

Barefoot in wet mud like clay

green rolling hills at dusk.

My soul is not going to stay

bound into the valley of Earth .

Magic is sweet and it is bitter.

Falling angels tears lead you on-

stars sparkle and burst into glitter

shape shifter, dreamer, water lily bound

Lanterns gliding across a marsh

will they reach the other side?

Or will I…

This is the spirit guide that I am talking about. I have pulled out these visions and meditations as a young girl. As a young girl who had no access to this information except through the time that I have spent with my guide who explains that tragedy makes easy memories as does love that are hard to forget and also that we spend so much time together that his face reminds me of these events…

Poetry by Victoria Autumn!

The Old Swing

I took a walk down to the old oak tree today

and saw the forgotten swing

that I had made as a child

with my muddy shoes

and filthy hands.

I climbed to the branch that held the rope

to notice how ridiculous the knot was

It was a simple tie

that could have come loose with an adequate amount of weight.

I examined the rope itself

seeing that it was frayed and torn,

just waiting to break its grip.

I made my way back to the ground

to take a look inside the tire.

It was filled with spiders

and sticky cobwebs.

Stagnant water rested at the bottom

along with decaying oak leaves.

My once playful friend

no longer seemed so lovely,

it no longer made me happy.

I was just a child when I created it

not knowing how to tie a proper knot,

or how to check to make sure of its safety.

I reminisced on the sunny afternoon I had made it,

remembering how proud I was

to construct such a wonderful new friend.

I didn’t care at the time

that the tire was used, was worn and dirty

or that the rope was weak and old.

But now that I am grown

I realize just how unsafe

and poorly made my swing was.

I must admit that I was rather tempted

to sit inside the tire

just to see if it could still hold me

and keep me from the damp ground

as it once did

many years ago…

But in fear of getting a bruise

or perhaps breaking a bone,

I will let it remain

to hang

and to sway

in the wet and heat of the passing seasons…

The Price of Heaven by Deanna

I am always filled with a deep sadness when I read the bible or go to church. I don’t know what it is but it is overwhelming and when I feel the spirit of GOD on me, I feel a terrible sorrow inside. It’s amazing how one book has changed the world. We are all searching to be good people because it makes us happy and healthy individuals. The sacrifice’s one must make in order to reach Heaven is pricey. You are becoming a divine being and saying goodbye to everything that makes us human.

Immortality by Deanna

Immortality is a concept that everyone knows about. We are born to die. We are in a panic trying to find the right religion and spirituality to obey. We are soldiers looking for an army. We have heard of immortality through the soul, reincarnation and vampirism. That makes us just like the Gods and Goddesses, immortal. We are born to claim our rights to Heaven.

Dreams From The Cosmos

I often dream of outer space. I dream about the worlds, other dimensions, lands of the astral worlds and beautiful gemstones. I often dream of meteors flying by and other space rocks. I dream especially of one that is made of diamond in the shape of a ten foot wand, naturally and simply carved from time. It has a green mist inside yet the green mist is rock shaped and it grows in spirals. It is some sort of spaceship because I realize I am astral travelling beside it and then we hit the Earth and no one lives on Earth. It is before our time. There is dirt, land , rocks everywhere and I am with six other people who travelled astral alongside the spaceship. We carve petroglyphs and paintings into the rocks using coals, ashes, spit and other rocks. We carve astrological symbols into these rocks. One wall is on another planet and it is man built. It is small enough for me to climb and sit on top but it is filled with Astrological symbols and maps.

The Dragon Pearl Movie Review

The Dragon Pearl is a movie by Zhejiang Hengdian Films Production Company. It is a family movie about a dragon and it’s lost pearl. The two main characters are a boy and a girl exploring the ancient ruin sites that there parents are working on. They stumble onto a magical flute, and the secret part of the temple and then the adventure begins.

The Dragon Pearl Official Movie Trailer, see link above.

This story is very magical and cute. It is a great movie filled with a lot of action yet no one is spilling blood or getting seriously hurt. I give this movie 5 ghosties out of 5! I loved it!

Sign Language by Victoria Autumn

For years I’ve wanted to throw the little yellow clock next to my bed, across the room

If I threw it hard enough then maybe it would pass through my window

Constant ticking is close to what I imagine Chinese torture to be like each second stands alone

But I’ve contemplated for years throwing this damn clock never acting out further than picking it up

Doubt that I’d be able to make it through the glass due to the lack of strength in my arm allows the little yellow clock to remain sat with the reins in its hands

The constant reminder of hour-less minutes and minute-less seconds keeps me aware that it is still there and I am still here

By Deanna Jaxine Stinson

HPI International