Ships of Dreams | Catherine Viel

By Catherine Viel, December 27, 2021

(Golden Age of Gaia)

December 26, 2021

We’ve packed our bags, we’re set to fly
no one knows where, the maps won’t do…
It has the clarity of earth and sky
seen from a spacecraft, once removed,
as through an amniotic lens, that groove-
lessness of space, the last star by.
~Todd Hearon, Voyager



Oh, how I long so deeply to be within the stars.

I don’t even know what that would be like or what I mean precisely. I just know that it’s the flip-side of the coin of life I’m currently living.

I do love earth so much. I love my people and I love my cats, and I extend that love outward to All, as much as I can in my flawed but earnest way.

I’m even remembering to extend that love inward, to the human self inhabiting this body and partnering with this soul.

This soul that came from…where?

The dilemma of the star child encapsulated on earth.

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I stumbled across the website of Dr. Michael Salla several years ago, but didn’t spend much time there. His scholarly approach to what seems on the surface a topic of fantasy was intriguing, but I was still dismissive of the purported validity of extraterrestrials on earth.

And I have watched videos and read numerous books from individuals reporting contact experience with alien races. I viewed these tales with a slightly jaundiced eye, as well, for years.

Skepticism is fed to us from birth. It is lodged firmly within most of us by the time we leave the echelons of childhood and reach toward semi-independence and then full adulthood.

By which time, if we express such beliefs, we’re met with ridicule or censure from the still-skeptical minds of others.

It was fine to enjoy a bit of daydreaming, and watch fantastical stories like Star Trek. But only the crazy or the brave would boldly declaim, “This isn’t fiction. This is real.”

*****



I’ve reached a point where I’m mostly interested in watching and reading and listening to the crazy and the brave.

I first came across Alex Collier just a few weeks ago, in a video posted on Cosmic News. I didn’t know who he was, but the video was with Laura Eisenhower and David Nino Rodriguez, both of whom I like. (1)

From the moment Alex began speaking, in his prosaic, self-effacing manner, I was entranced. I believed every word he said. I was moved to tears, intrigued, uplifted…

A far cry from the cold skepticism of a few years back.

I’ve only watched one other video with Alex Collier, of which I created a partial transcript. Again: entrancement, belief, upliftment and intrigue.

This man claims to be buddies with the Andromedans. Is there proof? Does he have artifacts from those visitations on board ships? Can he share photos with us from his iPhone, blurry selfies with shadow-bright silhouettes on either side?

Proof would certainly be icing on the cake, but my imagination is well content with the rich, unfrosted chocolate torte.

*****



Can we, I wonder, be dual dwellers of earth and heaven? If heaven is the stars in this interpretation, it would be my heart’s fondest wish.

I have no idea how to engineer this fantastical feat. Oh, sure, maybe while I’m dreaming, in some astral or etherical version of myself, I travel while I sleep and pilot ships of dreams.

Perhaps this displays an unbecoming greed, but that’s just not enough for me.

The experiences reported by contactees like Laura Eisenhower and Alex Collier say that such things do happen. There must be hundreds, or thousands, with similar experiences who’ve had those memories erased, or, if they do remember, disbelieved by their mundane self.

This yearning for what surely would be a reunion with galactic family sits on the surface of my life, an insistent overlay that goes now wherever I am.

My first recollection of a whole-body, whole-soul yearning goes to earliest childhood and wanting a horse. One of those horse-crazy girls that indulgent adults tsk-tsked. “No, honey, we can’t afford that… Who would take care of it… You want it now, but next year you’ll have forgotten all about it.”

There is a persistent element of that in my treatment of my star-self yearning. Now, you don’t even know if that’s real. Those contactees are probably just imagining everything.

Until something happens to us—in person, in our real life, in our physical body and awake awareness—it just doesn’t seem quite real.



*****

Where are my ships of dreams? Perhaps I am waiting on an outer trigger, without which my yearning is no more effective than a moth flinging itself against the porch light. Not only does it fail to reach the light inside the thin glass casing of the bulb, it batters itself to death in the effort.



There must come a time when that light flows freely to all who are ready to receive it. Perhaps July, 2022, when the Cygnus Alpha supernova light reaches us, as Alex described. (2)

Despite people who assure us that everything we need is “inside,” I can’t help but be certain that some things must be done for us because they are out of our reach to grasp.

Like the famous painting by Michelangelo, the two hands reach toward each other and on contact, heaven is suddenly radiant and real.

And meantime, if dreaming is all I have, dream I shall.



(1) Video: https://www.cosmicnews.org/2021/12/09/alex-collier-laura-eisenhower-nino-rodriuez-live/

Tarot by Janine reading on the video: https://www.cosmicnews.org/2021/12/20/tarot-by-janine-great-info-video-with-alex-collier/

(2) “Sometime in the first three weeks of July of next year, we will get hit with the light from that supernova in Cygnus Alpha that exploded in the early 1600s.”