Dreamskent

(Summary of my life history - http://crutchercpa.com/personalgenealogy.htm - it might have something to do with my dreams) Some of the dreams below tend to be high in parables, symbolism - Jesus said that he spoke to His people in parables, so that they would understand, and those not His people, would not understand. Two years ago, I did not believe in UFO's or ET's, including the Blonds, today I do - the evidence is overwhelming. Up to 6 months ago, all my life, I thought mental telepathy or psychic ability was for the movies and not real. Today I think both Christians and our enemies, in part, have those gifts and they can be used for good - the evidence is overwhelming that telepathy exists, as does "remote viewing". Often, I awoke from some of the dreams below and thought that someone, a human, with those abilities, telepathy, contacted me, wanted me to know what was presented. Of course the question always becomes "why" and "why me". This phenomenal transcends time and space. My answer always goes back to the personal history linked above. kent crutcher 3-17-22

Dream – Lion Eats Me, Jessi is Saved - June 26, 1988 (had the dream 4 years after we left there - the first memorable dream, age 35)

The Dream - There was a touch of due left over from the pre-dawn day. One of those sandstorms that only a West Texan could relate to, had occurred the day, and half the night, before this morning. Most people have only viewed these sandstorms from watching a “dust bowl days” newsreel. Remember the enormous wall of dirt moving towards the ramshackled farm house? Visibility drops to a few feet and the farm family shuts up the house and rides out the storm. The next morning, the housewife gets out her shovel and cleans off the porch. The row of fence posts that have collected all the blowing weeds, not has another foot of sand captured. But.......... to this day, I am always amazed how clean and fresh a post-sandstorm morning smells. It has the fragrance of a new pure world. (I moved back to West Texas about age 53 – a lifetime in the big city – DFW mostly).

In this dream, my daughter, Jessi and I were going on a morning walk-jog. I am not sure why I was taking a portion of the morning off. We were living in an old 2 bedroom pink farm house, dirt road in front, isolated. We had moved back there in 1984, for a year, so I could take my accounting coursework, at Texas Tech, to sit for the CPA exam. Jessi was 3. I was 31, when we lived there.

We were about 2 or 3 miles from the house, just walking - jogging taking in different farm sites, some of it pasture land, most in cultivation. Jessi was staring at something and then said – Hey, Daddy, love over there, it is a lion. I thought sure, one of those farm dog lions............. but I looked and it was a lion, a large male, about ½ mile away to the west, moving our direction.

We were close to an abandoned farm house, to the east, but it had a large elm tree in front – 25 feet tall. I said to Jessi- hurry, run over there, climb the tree, all the way to the top and wait for your mother to come get you. She was frightened, but took off, I watched her get there and climb to the top. The lion was close to me by then.

It seemed like seconds but the lion was upon me. I felt the weight of his body on mine. I felt his claws tear into my back, and his teeth sink into my neck and right shoulder. Why wasn't there any pain? I could feel the tearing of my flesh, but there was no pain. As I lay on the ground, I knew that Jessi was safe, the loin would get his fill on me.

Is it possible that I can still get away, his back is to me now. Could I crawl off while he eats part of me? If I could just get my body to move. Help me sit up!!!. I have done it, but my body is covered in blood and sweat! And the sheets are covered in sweat -the sheets?

I look around and see I am back in my bedroom, see Loia next to me, my whole body in sweat, the sheets soaked in sweat.

March2022 – I have learned a lot since this dream, soon to be 69. Read 1,000 books on race, past civilizations, Christianity, read the Bible cover to cover 3 times, studied it daily for 25 years, became a Christian in my early 40's, tons of changes in my life, tons to overcome the difficulties placed before me. Wrote 3 books on the same subject above. Successful CPA and cotton farmer. Divorced. Two more bright, very successful children. The Bible teaches that a lion is representative of government, or better said, an entity that rules over me, us, with a rod of iron. Was gone from West Texas for 30 except the 1 year at Tech, I bought a place, ½ mile from the abandoned house, no one wanted this land, too many rocks. The tall tree (now dead, but still standing) and the abandoned farm house is still there. I can see it from my bedroom window each morning.

The lion did indeed eat me, most of my lifetime, he had his fill on me, many times. Jessi is now an attorney, partner in an internation law firm, a trial litigator, tough tough, not married, no children, a woman of the world, a woman of high success. She was a nationally recognized distance runner (2^nd in 3000 meters 5^th in 1500 meters, Junior Olympics National Finals), National Merit Scholar, Editor of the A&M college newspaer, top 10% of her Law School class, a Rising Star in Texas 4 years in a row (top Texas lawyers under 40)- super-super star.

I am in my 37^th year of jogging every morning. Been a tough, yet very interesting life (http://crutchercpa.com/personalgenealogy.htm ) . The lion and me (symbolically, real world) – he moved on, comes back sometimes to get a meal, but still, I keep getting up, holding my guts in my arms, heal (sort of) and keep "getting er done" - in real life. 35 years later, the abandoned house torn down, the dead tree is the one Jessi climbed for safety, 1/4 mile from my residence, the past 18 years. (March 2023).

35 years later, the tree still stands, even though dead for years. See house rubble.

I had this dream about 10 years ago, and thought I wrote it down, but apparently lost it. It keeps coming to my memory, working on the farm, reading the news headings, in these times in which we live. So I thought I would write it down. After the dream, I did not know what quartz was, other than a rock. Do a search on its multiple meaning - "symbolism of quartz" – interesting. In my opinion, the New Jerusalem the Bible speaks of, a western sea and an eastern sea, a much larger land area than old Israel, is America, the United States. Read these Bible verses: Ezekiel - 34:13, 36:24-26. 37:21-23 - and - Zechariah 2:4 14:8 The City of Quartz is America. June 2020 kc

Loia and I were traveling, the age of the date above, except our two youngest children were very young, perhaps in the age of 6 to 8. We were staying in Amarillo for the night, on I-40 about about the same location as the Lexington Apartments we lived in for about a year, then, about age 22. I am 67 now, had the dream at 57, or so.

We awoke in the morning, and our children were gone, but we could see the “tracks” that the thieves had taken them, south out of Amarillo, and through a desolate desert (not like the real world we live in today). I could see the tracks, as plain as day, the tracks the thieves had taken. The desert was stark, very little life. Our vehicles, our modern conveniences were gone, all we had left was to pursue the thieves that stole our children was – by foot.

I pursued the children alone, because after the children were stolen, I do not remember Loia being with me anymore, I pursued the children alone.

I was armed – with what I do not know, as I do not remember having a rifle – perhaps “clothed-armed” with the Spirit of the Lord – I am not sure.

After two days, in the distance, I saw the camp of the people who stole my children. I remember in the dream, I was very thirsty, very hungry. But I waited and observed the camp, as I inched closer to my children and the kidnappers. I was going to kill the kidnappers, with what I do not know, but I saw they had rifles.

The kidnappers saw me. And for some reason, they ran and did not fight. I entered the campsite, regained control of my children. I had no water, no food.

On the horizon, I saw something, not sure what, but decided to go there. I had no other options.

After just a few hours, I saw a grand city, truly a grand city with high walls, a city of great wealth, a city of great beauty, a city of integrity. I entered the city, welcomed at the gate, a city of all white people, a city of pleasant faces, a city of smiles, a city of good feeling for me and my children.

I asked passer-bys what was the name of the city, and they said – this is the city named Quartz.

As I entered the city, I walked around, with my two youngest children. And to my surprise I witnessed other people, of all races, crawling over the high fences the founders of the city of Quartz had erected. I asked passer-bys why they permitted this infraction of the rules someone before had enacted – the passer-bys said – we can do nothing about it.

End of Dream. dream written down June 28, 2020, still fresh in my memory. Do a search on the topic of quartz,, a word I had heard of before the dream, but did not know the meaning of, other than it was a rock of sorts, before the dream. How many of us have lost our children to the mores of our modern society - the list is endless of the temptations they reach out and embrace? Kent Crutcher

11-6-22 - Watching a video this evening ( https://youtu.be/4XqMKu0HJyY ), and learned this about the literal "city of quartz", Spruce Pine, NC - located near a cave where super secret sand of quartz is located, like no other location in the world - it is where the quartz is located that makes silicon chips, chips that are an intregate part of all modern electronics - where, without this type of high quality quartz, I could not be writing this on this computer. https://www.wired.com/story/book-excerpt-science-of-ultra-pure-silicon/ In essence, what this means is that we have almost exclusive control of the material that makes micro chips, we can push any nation back to the dark ages with this gift, denying it to them. Click here for the Biden Chips Act -https://www.cnn.com/2022/08/25/politics/chip-manufacturing-biden-executive-order/index.html - lots of manufacturing plants of micro-chips planned for here in America (and I thought he was a complete fool) Extra note - in the essay above, see the picture of William Shockley, invented the transistor, 1948, the ancestor of the modern micro-chip. Mr. Shockley was a geneticist, and a student of IQ. He stated that blacks are considerably less intelligent than whites, and that factor was important in the degree of civilization the two groups could create and maintain. He was outcast, and shunned from all public speaking for this crime of truth, his house picketed, as well as his place of work, until the day he died. http://crutchercpa.com/iqbookwebpg.htm

I had this dream about Emeline, my middle daughter, about 2010. I went to retrieve it and it was missing. Wondering why, as I did not delete it. But I still remember most of it.

Loia and I were at an airport, and all around us were Mexican looking people. We were waiting for our next flight – it was obvious we were on vacation. Along the long windows, east side of the waiting area was a massive mountain range, I somehow knew it was the Andes in Peru. I sense the Pacific Ocean is to my back, the west.

I stand there looking out the windows, at the mountains, and see a small piper airplane, barely visible, flying over the Andes. The plane is bouncing around, wings dipping up and down, the whole plane dropping up and down, 30, 40 feet at a time, due to the bad turbulence crossing the mountain range.

I think – WOW, whoever that is has nerves of steel and can fly a small plane like no-ones business. I am in awe. The plane comes closer and closer and finally comes down on the runway, close to where I watch.

The airport calls our flight. We walk down to the north 100 yards and wait in line to board, as the stewardesses check the boarding passes. I turn, as we wait, towards the south of the airport, and Emeline has seen us and is walking towards us. She comes and hugs us both, and I ask in great surprise what she is doing in Peru. She says – I just flew in, in my plane, wanted to travel some. In shock, I ask if she was the one flying over the Andes, bouncing around, appearing to be in great danger. She smiles and says, it was a bit rough, the turbulence. I do not want to know what to say.

The dreams ends with something the reader needs to know, but I do not remember what that is. I remember thinking in the dream – how painful life must be for Emeline, searching endlessly for peace, happiness, contentment. excitement. Here she was flying around the world trying to find these things, her parents not knowing anything about the real Emeline, the pain within – searching, searching, seemingly endless. Obviously we board our plane and Emeline boards hers. At this date - March2022, Emeline is a Doctor in Genetics, from Baylor Medical School. In undergraduate, she was a distance runner, holds the college record in the 5K, was a Who's Who in American college athletes, and an Academic All-American Athlete. She has written numerous research papers on the subject of human genetic diseases and how best to treat them. She is single, age 30. As for me being in Peru, the only reason I would be there, is that my life, my spare time, has been one of reading about past civilizations - Peru was once a territory where blond headed people ruled - long before Columbus. They knew how to move enormous boulders, soften them, shape them, and then build magnificent structures from those huge, shaped to form, rocks. I would like to see that, that what remains of those magnificent works, the remains of the cities they built.

In the Bible it states that Lord Yahweh has different houses for His people. I always thought this meant that the souls of people were different, some so different, that one house was for those with commonality, living in the same domain, the same sphere, the same house. I think this applies to the different races too, we are supposed to separate, in the flesh, but all races have the option to adopt God’s laws, or not. Those that do, the other people in the other races, will be in a different “house” than an Adamic person that makes “the cut”, after the flesh dies.

When I have a dream, I always think of Scripture that might apply. And when I have a dream, I always ask if it is just a simple, normal dream, or – is it a dream from the Spirit world about us – a Spirit world where both negative and positive spirits exist. I then ask myself is the dream from a negative or a positive spirit. I would say 95% of my dreams are just dreams, no special meaning for my life. I dream a lot, more when I eat lots of fresh green in my diet. I dream maybe 5 to 10 each night.

I was born and lived in a one bedroom shack, until I was about 4. I can remember that house as a small boy, clapboard siding, wooden plank walls on the inside, about 15’ x 15’. I remember the po-folk furniture within. It had electricity but no toilet – two fuse, fuse box, as I remember ?. The windmill was directly behind the house, my job to turn it off in high winds, at age 4 I was expected to be responsible. The parents bought a new house, a redi-built, 3 bedroom, that I lived in until I was 18. Good house for its time. I had always wanted to restore the “Old House”, but like everything my father owned, he let it decay and fall to the ground. The Old House was about 100’ from the new one and it housed Mexicans hands during the summer and harvest. During these times you could smell it for maybe ½ mile downwind. That was one of my experiences with racial diversity as a boy. I cannot remember any positive racial diversity experiences as a boy.

JG, Emeline and I were living in the Old House, and JG and I shared the one bedroom, a bed each, side by side, the bedroom was so small. Emeline slept on the couch, the living room which was big enough for a couch, nothing more. I asked her if the couch was ok and she said yes, smiled and said she wanted to be there with us. We were all our current ages, grown ups. My father was living in the house I grew up in – 100’ away, but a different house. A Mennonite family, 2 grownups, 2 children, came by and asked if they could live in the barn, about 8’x8’, 150’ from the Old House. I told them it had no water, electricity, and wind blew through the cracks in the walls and floor. They said they had no shelter and this would be ok, better than nothing. I said ok.

2^nd stage of dream - I looked out the window of the Old House, about a dozen Mennonite children playing under a tree outside. I smiled, as I love watching white children play. I walked outside and to my surprise, there were two mega-churches close to the Old House, where the barn was at, like 2 churches, side by side, both big enough to hold 2500 people, each. Both were extravagant, very modern, very beautiful. I went in, looking for the original Mennonite family, to ask what-the-hey. Services were about to start, and all the congregation Mennonites were dressed in darker clothing, and I was the only one, in both churches, that had on a white shirt. It was like a movie, all dark clothing around me, and I stuck out like a spotlight was on me. Mennonites walking around me, talking in German, like I was not even there. I sat for 30 seconds, the preacher recognized me and tried to stop me from exiting the church. I was more confused than angry – they did not have my permission to be there, much less build what they did.

I think this dream was from the Holy Spirit. But I do not understand its full meaning. I do know, however, that Mennonites are neck deep in drug cleaning money, Mexico cartel drug money, they have bought up land around here for absorbent prices, prices that no farmer could afford to pay. As a group, there are a bad people, they care only for their clan, and their god is money.

Not a Dream, an "Experience", Convinced it Happened, But Not of This World - Kent Gets a Visitor - September 1, 2015 3am,

I was in a perfect meditative state. That is rare, and it was not by my intent, it just happened. Very much detail, very much high intensity colors. I knew that I was in bed physically, but at the same time, I was somewhere else in my mind. My opinion is that it was, the spiritual world about us, where the Holy Spirit and the other spirits are present. It was a real event, but it was not, because I was in bed. It was like an out of body experience, but I do not know, never had one before (I had never heard of an out of body experience until Nov2021, read a book that in part, talked about it - kent Mar2022).

My “dream” begins - I entered a room, large room with a round table – where my office, in this house is located (between my bedroom and my office is the dining room). As I entered the room, it was clear, as I look in their faces this is where lonely old men went to escape, looking around at their faces. There were perhaps 20 men there. The room was dark, except for the computer terminals in front of each man – each man was watching something. I sat next to one man and he started talking – God is great, God is good, and went on this mindset for 30 seconds until I mentally shut him out. Next to me (I was standing up, next to a table of my own) was a pile of 8x11 manila envelopes – I knew each man in the room had a mailing address here, in addition to his home address. I brushed them away from me, but they kept being pushed back upon me, like I was downhill of the stack. I did not want this as my address.

Next scene - I am returned to bed, in the meditative state - Loia enters the room, in a very expensive, very attractive night ware. I know it is Loia, I feel it, I see her face. She approaches me with her Loia smile, removes her gown cover, and she has a see-through nightie. She lays next to me, in my bed, but not in my bed now, but the bed in the room with all the old men, and starts to make love to me, body to body, not penetration sex, but body to body, extreme, extreme, feel good. She kisses my face, my lips, her face on my face, as she moves her body all over mine. Again, extreme feel good, like a type of orgasm, but different.

She says – you wanted me to come see you Kent, so here I am. I cannot stay, as I have other places to go, but I come to you now. I am in augh at the feel good she is doing to me, this intensity of emotions I have not felt before. My hands are all over her back, her hips, as she moves on me. Her body is perfect.

She says - here, drink this, it is lemonade. She puts the small cup to my lips, and I sip a bit, but she does not want to remove the cup, she wants me to drink it all. I take another sip and then move my head away from her beverage.

She laughs, a giggle, like Barbara’s. Barbara and I were in love, kids, but in love in high school and years afterward. As she giggles, I can read her mind, literally, and she is thinking – he knows I am a seductress, but he lets it continue. I look at her and she knows that I know, she laughs a devilish laugh, a laugh some people have and you know they have a touch of the devil in them. It was a boisterous, vitality laugh, not like Loia at all. She removes the cup, and continues to make love to me without penetration. I love, with intensity, what she is doing to me.

I pull her close to me and say with intense emotion in my heart – What happened to us Loia?

She looks at me, very seriously and says – Kent you and I have been so very blessed 3 times. I know she is speaking of our children and I am about to hear her tell about them. But at the same time, I know this is not Loia, but it is Loia, we had four children, one deceased. This is Loia, next to me, I am feeling so much love and passion for, and it is not Loia.

She starts – Kent, we have been so blessed because God has stayed out of our lives. I am taken back, and you the reader can ponder on the meaning as I can. For me, this means that because God has stayed out of lives, we have experienced more life, more pleasure, and more pain, more of both negative and positive. We have been tested much more than most people. It was a type of tough-love – God saying take care of the problem yourself, you are not children anymore. At the same time, we lived much of our lives as serious Christians, a series of events God Yahweh placed before us. It is like building immunities for the next stage of travel, the tougher you are, the more diseases you have conquered with a strong immune system, in this life of flesh, the better chance you will have of surviving the next journey. Perhaps the meaning is different? I do not know, but can only deduce.

She begins to speak of our children. She says – Emeline, our dear Emeline, is a hard traveler. Then she stops, and I know/sense she has said too much for this human, I not of the spirit world. She stops herself from talking more about our children. A look of anxiety is on her face. Dream ends.

Dear reader, it feels like something is happening to me, or something is about to happen to me. This dream, this vision, this event, was like stepping into another world, a drug, an event in my life that did happen, but did not. A month ago, in bed, middle of the night, I heard Loia enter the room, creaking floor, slip in bed next to me, press against me, and the way she did for 30 years. I reached out to hold her, pull her even closer, but she was not there. I called her name – Loia, no answer. I open my eyes. She was there for a few seconds, but she was not.

Dear reader, I suppose you can think this was just an elaborate dream, and it was quite detailed. But to me, this was a road sign, something for me to stop and pay attention to. “God not in our lives”, perhaps, perhaps not. “Hard traveler”, I had never heard the term, but it fits Emeline. Traveler, a new perspective on our life of flesh – hard traveler, dear Emeline – think about it. Dear Emeline, can you change this difficulty before you, is it set? I think not, Our Lord permits freedom to choose our life's roads. The esoteric and symbolism of it all….

Post Note: In the book, Journeys Out of the Body, by Monroe, I read, about 2 years ago, talks about when his spirit leaves his body and he goes into the next world, a spirit world - he talks about a type of sexual interraction that goes on there - the two spirits come close together but do not touch, and in a very short time, an exchange of a type of energy happens, like a drug rush, much more intense than an organism in the flesh, a very high intensity organism, without touching spirits. It matches what I experienced with "Loia" in this dream, or not a dream, and I do not think it was a dream, but an experience of type something where my spirit was out of body, but had no control over the events the way Monroe had control in his experiences. November 25, 2023.

This is what I witnesses, about 8 years ago, it was not a dream, not a vision. I was driving my riding sprayer, it is a motorized vehicle, 4 wheels, sits higher than most crops, sort of an odd looking little tractor, with a spray tank on back, attached to a wand, you spray weeds with. How fast you go depends on the volume of weeds you incur. Normally, I take 4 to 6 rows at at time, go about 2-5 mph.

I was on my home place, usually make a very good cotton crop there, it was mid summer, I was about in the middle of where the pivot starts. A dragonfly appears, most just buzz around the spray unit, and me, not being a nuisance, but just looking for mosquitoes, fly's, gnats (we need more of them around here). This one was different, it flew in formation, in a straight line, 3' off my right side, about shoulder height, and then 1' to the right. It started keeping me company about mid field, and stayed with me to the end of the rows, about a quarter of a mile, then as I was turning around, it stayed in the same distance, formation, as it had driving down the rows. I turned around and it kept the straight formation, as it had been on the previous rows, about 100 yards down the new rows, then it departed off to the right and I never saw it again. Several times during this 4 to 5 minute event, I reached out to touch it with my right fingers, but it moved away from my hand, out of the distance of my hand. I pulled my hand back, maybe 4 times I tried this, and as I pull back my hand, it gets back in formation, 3' out in front, 1' to the right

As I was doing this, I was thinking, no one is going to believe this, but it has never really left me, about 8 years, so I write it down now. What do I think it was? I think it was our military, or an ET, tall blond, testing a new toy, freaking out a West Texas farmer. I am not joking. Just think, a man made bug that you can sent into any enemy camp, with a tiny camera. I would say it was 2” long, regular size.

Loia and I, the children, all three lived rural somewhere, and down the road from us was a tourist attraction, a Hillbilly farm-homestead with tons of different attractions within the tourist site. The children were young again, 6-9, except Jessi might have been 13. We had never been down there, but we went one day, and the children were big-eyed on what was going on and the way the Hillbillies lived, per the designed sites. That night going to bed, all the children were gone, and we searched all over for them. One of us, Loia or me had the idea to go look at the Hillbillies tourist site, they were so attracted to it. We went looking, lots of people still there. Jessi had joined one part of the site and had on old coveralls, and was acting the part of whatever she was doing (it has been months since the dream, just now writing it down). Jessi refused to recognize us as her parents and wanted to spend eternal days there acting and living like a Hollywood hillbilly. Emeline was doing the same thing, refused to go home with us, dressed in overalls, talked like a WV hillbilly. JG was under a porch with half a dozen other cracker looking (he was the only one that looked all human - in the face) white children, his hair, blond, combed out in all directions, like he had been in a tornado, or like in the old cartoons, one of the characters sticks his finger in a wall socket, and the hair pops straight up. He was eating some type of site made food, chowing down in it, maybe dog, I do not know. His overalls was the only apparrel, and were about as worn out as they could be, holes all over, torn up all over. He pitched a fit when I told him to come him, he said no, and went into a rage when I grabbed him and pulled him from under the porch, his new home. I thought - how are we going to keep these children at home now, with this at hand.

Note: March 2022 - We home schooled the children until age 14, then they were entered into public school - within 6 weeks they started acting like all the other children. Jessi ran away at 14, did not want me raising her, her first day at school a dozen children told her that her father was head of the KKK. After 14, she was raised by her mothers father in Arkansas. JG, after one of my "whipping" for screwing up, age 11, he ran away and we dealt with the CPS for a year (that is a very bad organization with bad people in it), I was not allowed around my house, he had bruises on he rear end. Loia divorced me when Son was 14. Even so, teachers used to come up to me at sporting events and thank me for letting them attend public school. Jessi - National Merit Scholar, nationally recognized distance runner, top 10% of her law school class, Rising Star for 4 years, partner in international law firm. Emeline - Who's Who, America College Athletes, Academic All American Athlete, Doctor in Genetics from Baylor Medical School, sheet of paper to state all her achievements. JG - Valedictorian, Mechanical Engineer, successful. All thrree to college on academic scholarships, but Emeline ran track and holds the 5K record at her college, missed National Finals twice by one place. Jessi is on the legal council board for the NAACP, large city. None of them have much to say to me anymore, including Loia.

I have the virus and have had it for over three weeks. It is complicated because I have had colon cancer - in control for over 3 years. One might say I could be delusionsal, or not. When I had this dream, I had been in bed for 3 weeks, and there were 5 days I did not think I would wake up the next morning. I was down for 4 weeks total. I have 3 children by my wife Loia, married to her for 30 years, but divorced now. In college, she was the smartest girl I have met. Our children, March 2022 - Oldest is 40, Jessi, a woman, a partner in an international law firm, headquartered in Houston - super distance runner, Nation Merit Scholar, top 10% of her law school class, Rising Star 5 years in a row, super successful. Next is a Doctor in Genetics, Emeline. She, age 30, was a super distance runner, an Academic All American Athlete, Who's Who, American Athletes, a page long list of achievements. Next is a man, age 29, John G. (JG), Valedictorian, Mechanical Enginner, successful. All went to college on academic scholarships. All are brighter than both parents, really bright children I have.

Middle of the night, awake in a half waken state, but a highly meditative state. My eyes are closed, but I can see, in my mind that most of my bedroom has an "energy force" from the floor, rising about 5 feet upward from the floor - I do not know what else to call it, it was not smoke, but it was a hazy something, sort of like a layer of fog, but it had an energy look to it, if one could see electricity.

A young woman appears in front of me in this state of high meditation– striking facial looks, long blond hair, striking blue eyes. We communicate telepathic. There is a space between us, and her clothes are not what we wear, but she is covered at whatever it is that she has on. She is my height, 6'2”, perfect figure. She says – I am your daughter, smiles a perfect smile. I am thinking, would you help heal me of my cancer and this sickness I suffer from now? She says, I want to go over to the section farm and run the shredder with you. A shredder is a whirling device like a lawn mower, that cuts down weeds close to the ground, a brutal, but effective way for weed control – the weed problem has given me fits over there all year long. We are over the “Draw” field, and not driving a tractor. She is doing a whirling motion with both the palms of her hands, killing weeds. She studies it all, in her mind as I watch her kill weeds with her invention coming from her mind – but – as she is doing this whirling motion with the palms of her hands, she sticks her finger into the whirling motion process and her finger is acting like a plasma cutting tool, she pulls out the liquid stuff, dripping off her finger. She just looks at me, seems to be learning as much as I am, at whatever it is she is doing - she is experimenting in her mind, with a visual creating something at her aide. Obviously she is quite bright. We just study each other for 30 seconds, she has a pleasant look on her face, looking at me. I think – pretty darling, maybe a straight line, non-whiriling laser, 2” off the ground would work better. LOL, but who am I to tell her how to think?

As we are “hovering” above the draw-land in some state of anti-gravity antimation, above the floor of the draw, maybe 10 above ground. A perfect young woman appears suspended also, just like us, maybe about 10 feet in front of me, I am facing east. Like the first woman, she is a perfect blond, perfect blue eyes, maybe 6-2, not a woman more beautiful than this one. Her weight might be 120 pounds, like Emeline. Her attire I will attempt to explain. She has straps running over each shoulder, about 3” wide, running down to a belt type of thing around her mid section, her straight waist. There is another 4” wide or so strap that covers her private section, from he belt strap, back to her crack, up to the belt around her waist. There is another strap around breast line and her breast are small, her body a perfect shape with zero fat to be seen anywhere. She smiles a large smile at me, and says, telepathically – I know father that you do not like for me to expose my body this way, but I wanted to show you my genetics, and you are part of this genetic makeup. I want you to see all of me, as she turns slowly, like on a turnstile. We smile at each other for a bit. One other thing, she has a 1” blue paint running on both sides of her nose, under her eyes, out to both ears. The “uniform” she wears is bright blue, made of some thing breathable looking, cotton or something like that. Again, this woman is perfection.

I am existing there in my state of high meditation, and look over towards my fathers house, westward, and hovering about 10' off the draw ground is a young man about 20, maybe about 6-6' tall, looks like me at that age, but much better looking - like a good looking combination of JG and me. Sandy blond hair, blue eyes, no expression on his face, probably one of the most beautiful men you have ever seen. He looks at me and says – I am your son. I see his very serious nature, just like mine at that age – that is my son, I can see it in the face.

3 years ago, I thought people who believed in ET's or UFO's were nuts. Since then I have studied the matter, more than just casually, and I conclude now that they exist and there are small gatherings in Nevada and Antartica, perhaps under the water in the ocean too. One group the researchers call tall blonds, humanoid, but 8 to 10' tall, long blond hair, some look like us, cannot tell the difference in us and them, in a crowd, some do not - they would stand out in a crowd. Linda Mullins is the most knowledgeable person I have listened to. https://www.earthfiles.com/real-x-files/ I do not think this was a dream, I think it was something else, a contact of sorts, and experience, but not a dream. I think the Blonds are a race of geneticist, a creator of civilizations. I think if they see something they like, they keep it, or perhaps copy it, and add to it, from their lineage - as in more smarts, super good looks, more height. My children – I think you have been copied – and added to.

Jesus speaks to us in parables (symbolism). The reason He does this is - so that only His chosen will understand. Jesus did not come for the masses, nor did He come for the other races – Matthew 15:24.

The Dream - I am in a bathroom about the size of a large bedroom, very extravagant room, getting ready to take a bath, in an attractive,, expensive, bath robe - impressive walk in tub. There is no furniture. But I turn towards myself, (in the dream I am watching myself), and it is not me, it is an actor called Sam Neill – if you do not know him, you will if you do a search. Good looking man, often plays the part of a well-to-do, highly successful man – does it well. I (Sam Neill) am about 55.

He is irritated about something. He walks out into the bedroom where his wife is in bed (the bed is the only furniture in this huge bedroom). His wife is Loia, but it is not Loia, it is another woman, a good looking woman in her 50's, blond hair. There is a pile of crap in the huge bedroom floor, all the house trash swept up in a pile, which includes what looks like a bunch of dog crap. I ask “Loia” - what the hell is this piled in my bedroom floor. She says – Jessi did that, and I do not feel like getting out of bed and cleaning it up. This is not Loia, she always kept the house pristine clean. I have not seen, or heard from Loia in years, nor from Jessi since my father's funeral.

Jessi enters the room, she is about 35, nice looking woman, living in a bedroom, other side of the house. I think – this woman is like a millennium, still living with her parents at 35, like some do now days, a 35 year old basement child, except she is a 35 year old mansion child. This cannot be Jessi (age 40), my Jessi is a partner in an international law firm, headquartered in Houston, making about $400,000 a year.

I go look out the curtains in anger, and I see I am living in a very large city, the huge downtown buildings, skyscrapers, like NYC, are close, and my 10 acre property is surrounded by a 10', 2 foot thick brick wall – a good looking wall. The property is expertly manicured, and I can see in my mind the rest of the property around the house – like a well maintained park with outbuildings here and there. I am a billionaire, looks like.

I scream out at Loia, Jessi – what the hell is wrong with you people. I do not know who I am anymore. And who are you people living here, I do not know who you are anymore, you are strangers to me.

Loia arises out of bed and comes up to me. Jessi walks over to me. Both face me, both say – come here and we will show you. They lead me around this house, looks like about 20,000 sq ft, extravagant one. They lead me to what looks like a 16 car shop-garage, two men working there. I ask myself – where are all my expensive cars, I see none. The garage doors are open and I see what looks like my horse stalls, but no horses are there. We start to walk back into the house, and I see a shut up dilapidated old 40's style garage to my right, look in the small window, it is very dark in there, but I see what looks like an old car. Loia and Jessi disappear from the scene. I find the door (40's style door), it creaks, I walk in, it is almost dark inside the cramped space. It looks like an old 37 Ford Coupe, rusted spots on it, I said to myself in the dream (do a search and look at it – I did not know what a 37 Ford Coupe would look like, but it was the same one as in the dream). It is covered in dust, well used, but the tires are still up. I see a door leading into a dilapidated old house, a 40's style house, with a screen door, like people used to have. All around the door needs paint, looks pretty bad. It is darkish all around me, including the house.

I walk in, screeching door, like walking in a very dark, abandoned house, smells dusty, barely can see anything, but in the main room, there is a young man, a good looking man about 20, with a “bankers” light, reading a book. He looks like the keeper of the gate and he resembles me, but it is dark. He looks up, sees me, arises fast, and hollers out – er er ya, with a tire tool in his hand. I cannot understand his words, sounds like another language, and he hollers out again - er er ya? It sounds like – Who are you?

Within seconds, the room fills with a bunch of men, about half look like genetic rejects, some look normal – like a movie caster, chose the most redneck looking men they could find to play the parts of the genetic rejects (the way they always do in the movies). They are all hollering er er ya, in this almost dark room – all with tire tools in their hand, about ready to use it on me. In this semi-darkness, I holler out, it is Kent (Sam Neill). Silence. They move towards me. One says – it is “Sam”, it is!! They drop their tire tools, all come around me shaking my hand, patting me on the back, big smiles – very, very glad to see me. And I a glad to see them, to feel their affection for me – to be home again. They are all speaking this different language I cannot understand, but within a few seconds, I begin to speak it too. Out of this dream, fully awake as I write this dream down, I cannot understand any or it. (speaking in tongues as the Bible talks about is not about a nonsense language, but a language we could not speak before, but can now – like speaking German, when you could not before). Except the language they speak is white folk American redneck dialect – I had just forgoten how to talk it.

Young boy comes up to me, speaks to me in normal modern English, he about 6 - 8 puts his hand on my shoulder, as I sit at a table, a good looking boy, full blood Adamite, looks smart, among the 50% genetic rejects - “Smiling - we saved your 37 Ford Coupe. I let no one take it, it is still yours”.

End of Dream - but it was not a dream either.

Kent Crutcher

Dream - Super Slide, Smart People Convention, Jr. Samples and His Hat (September 8, 2022)

Dream starts out with me (my age unknown). JG (age 6) and Emeline (age 8) in a large downtown city with high rise buildings. The building we are going into is a huge bank building, but I do not know the name. We walk in, very busy place, and I feel us being moved toward I do not know where, sort of like in the movies, a tractor beam in Star Trek, but this tractor beam is pulling the three of us towards it. I am not frightened. Before us is a giant slide, like in a water park, but about 30' wide, and very steep, and I cannot see the end of it, it is dark beyond that point. The tractor beam pulls us down the slide, we are sit down, and "it" begins, along with dozens of other people, very steep, very much turns and twists, many up and downs, feels like I am in a jet plane going very fast down this device. I am not afraid, but JG is, he is 6. Emeline is close by me, I sense, but not sure where. I reach over and put JG in my lap and we ride, what I sense, is entertainment for us. It last a good minute, very, very exhilarating, exciting. It ends, and the force that brought us there, stands us up, and it becomes like the bottom of an escalator. We exit the ride, 100's of people walking around in this underground place, very busy place where ever it is we are at. A sort of pretty girl, sort of not, about 15 to 16, blond, glasses, tall, comes up to us and and says - I am so glad the three of you could come to our conference, she smiles at me like I am good looking, then smiles at JG and Emeline, like they are kinsmen, family. She says - there are some really smart and talented people here today and I know you are going to enjoy being here. I then realize that she is a gifted girl, and this is a conference for gifted humans, my two youngest children. She leads us into an elevator, we we rocket upward, very fast. Next to me is Jr. Samples (remember the fat man in Hee Haw, in overalls, straw hanging from his mouth, never could get his lines right?). I feel the presence of a hat on my head, then not, then yes. Jr. is looking at me and points to his hat on his head, not smiling, keeps pointing to his hat for about 30 seconds like I did not see it the first time. Man next to me says - There is a western hat contest here today and every year, Jr. Samples wins it with his self designed hat. Link below is what his hat looked like, and the one that kept coming and going on my head, except his was straw. Sort of watching a short movie, but it was me and the children in the movie. End of Dream

Feels like I did not think this up, this dream, like many of my dreams and visions, but via dream-vision telepathy, someone contacting me, seeking to entertain or educate me. kent

Dream, but not a Dream Either, It Was Something Else - GH land horsemen, kinsmen - October 6, 2017

This was a very vivid dream. I left my house and went to the GH farm to check on some items, a section of land SW of Lubbock 60 miles. I turned off the county road and drove through the middle of the section, north/south, via the Draw pivot road. I stopped to the south of the small draw after I get to the top, and exited the pickup. I looked down at the crop to the northeast, the Draw pivot, and the bottom and sides of the draw were grown up in 10’ tall cane, especially where I put my three dams, (to stop the rapid water flow down the draw during hard rains). Thing is, when I had the dream, in reality, the dams were not in place, but looking at the grown up foliage, there were in place in the dream.

There were wild beast in this area of the field, along with domestic cattle. The beast were genetically from Africa, the long thick horned water buffalo. In the dream, I said to myself, what-the-hey, what are African buffalo doing on my section. I removed my 556 from the backseat of the brown pickup and began shooting - 2 drop. In the draw, about 8 cowboys appear, ride up from the west, trying to get control of the cattle and buffalo herd. I watch them, most excellent horsemen, all of them. One large male buffalo charges one cowboy, knocks him from his horse, cowboy hits the ground, and the wild animal starts to charge towards the cowboy, on the ground. Right before he will kill the cowboy, I bring the African buffalo down with the 556 - 2 rapid shots to the head – his horns drops about 2 feet from the cowboy. His location is about 80 feet south of where I am buried, next to Scota. This young man looks my way.

Cowboy gets off the ground, mounts the horse. The 8 cowboys look up to the top of the small draw and ride fast towards me. They arrive at me and my pickup, but I do not see my pickup, I am standing alone there. They are all white, slender, tall, pure Adamic looking. The boss cowboy, in anger, asks me what I am doing there. I say, this is my land and what are you doing on my land running cattle and African buffalo. I am thinking they are coming from the Brownfield land, next section over, the animals strayed on my place. The boss, about 25, is blond headed, tall, slender, nice looking, white horse, good looking gear – looks like he could be my son - or a cross between me and my son JG. He looks at me, looks at the 556, like he has never seen a rifle before, or, not like that. I look at the gear of these cowboys, they have no firearms. He stares at me, not in anger anymore, just a puzzled look on his face. I am thinking – is this the past? the future? – and - is this my seed-line I am looking at?

Beast about to kill the cowboy, an African native, that I brought down with a 556, 3' from the cowboy.

Two old women were taking me home to daddy's house, deceased, the section of land there, not sure why, other than I am 66. As we were a few miles away from the house, monster dark clouds fill the sky, so dark it became pitch black by the time we arrived at the house, 5 miles on a dirt road, middle of no where. I knew it was not nature that was doing it.

All sorts of people, maybe 100 were at the house watching the events unfold - I felt it was like a church group of people. The old woman driver was frightened and wanted to leave immediately, so she did, the other old fat woman about 55 said she wanted to stay with me and watch. She looks at me like she has a thing for me. The black clouds turned into rotating skeleton figures, like in the old cartoons, where the skeletons start dancing in a chorus line, except they were shaped in a circle, about 10 per circle, rotating counterclockwise. There were maybe 50 of these circles in the sky, rotating.

All the people around the farm are frightened, but I was not. Tons of kids exploring everywhere trying to find clues of the aliens on the farm. I am helping people that are leaving in panic, my physical strength is about twice usual. I pick up grown men, and help them around. Men in business suits too, 100 people trying to escape what they have just witnessed.

Dream – Flying Entities, Giants Tigers and Ferocious Hogs - March 26, 2021

I was at Daddy's house, the section isolated in West Texas, working on something south of the house, where the rock pile used to be. The skies were night time, but where I was working was light, almost like day, I could see a good quarter of a mile clearly.

I looked up and it looked like a small plane flying about a quarter mile above me, but there was no sound coming from the object. But it was not a plane. I was flying a tight circle slightly to the south of me. It was pulled an object behind it, like what you have seen, an advertising sign, but I could not determine what the object was. I sensed it was watching me, so I watched it. It circled around me for about 30 seconds.

Suddenly, a vivid and bright colored tiger, about the size of a football field appeared behind the flying object. The colors were exceptionally bright orange and black, like white under a fluorescent light. I was literally chasing the the flying object with its mouth open. In a split second, it redirected its flight pattern towards me, the giant tiger was headed my direction, and it looked entirely real. Within 3 seconds the flying object was upon me, as was the 300 foot tiger. Suddenly, the flying object went through my body, I felt it, the the huge tiger, I felt death upon me – but it went through me also, like feeling a cold-hot spirit rush through me, like an intense "rush" – then – it was gone. To myself, I went - WHOA.

Gary appeared in his pickup, he was working outside on something. I walked up to him and he said – the Governor called you and asked that you call him back. I said – the Governor of the State of Texas, he non nonchalantly said – yes. I said, have you seen my phone, and started looking for it, and found it under some rags in a nearby shed. About to call the Governor, off to the south, a herd of about 200 wild hogs appear, huge male ones, with 3” tusks. They are like 500 pound hogs, huge, and they are looking my way. In a split second the lead hog starts at a dead run heading our way. I leap into the back of my pickup, and holler at Gary to look, and he and perhaps Kyle, get into his pickup, as fast as he can – and do so right before the 200 arrive. The huge pigs are trying to climb into the back of the pickup where we are at, foaming at the mouth, trying to climb, to leap, into the pickup and tear us up, eat us.

Extremely frightening it is, but in my fright, I sense it is not reality, I courage the nerve to reach out and touch one on the head as he is trying to get close enough to me, to attack. My hand runs through him, and as it does, the whole herd disappears.

Post note – If you are one that places importance on select dreams we have, as I do, you could say, this is a prophesy, of what will be someday, for entertainment purposes, or for purposes of war. Or – you can say, we live in a world of illusion, a war of illusion, and it is up to us to discern reality from illusion. Our whole lives have been of illusion that our enemies have created through textbook lies, tv programming, movies, newspapers, political agenda's – and on it goes.

I was driving to the GH section, on the north-south county road, east of the property, about to enter the property from a turnrow about in the center (east side) of the smaller drawer (smaller than when I started working on it). Looked over towards the center of the NE pivot, where the center irrigation well is located, and there is a larger male deer, white in color - never seen anything but brown, fully awake. End of dream.

Do a search entitled "symbolism of white deer". There is a white owl that lives on one of my module builders - real world.

Dream – Fellow Pioneer-Frontiers Folk, Prepare For the Hard Winter Ahead – August 7, 2022

The beginning of the dream is a bit hazy, not clear on its meaning, the rest was clear, vivid colors.

Dream begins with my father GH and I were working the cotton harvest, on the house quarter of the section I inherited from him. I was a teenage boy again, but I had the mind of what I know now. Daddy was old hard nose GH. I was in the back of the cotton trailer, he was running the machine, but the machine and harvest trailer were not the same as when I was a boy, never seen anything like it before, but clearly it was a harvest and I was doing the manual labor, in the trailer – hard work all day long. In the dream I thought – I do not like this arrangement, working for my father and his hard ways, with me a lifetime of self education on the problems we face as a people, a race, a nation.

Next scene – we, my father and I, are at some type of gathering with a lot of men. Some are dressed in American frontier apparel, animal skin, some dressed like I dress now, cap, jeans, shirt of color. GH was off with some other men, doing I do not know what. I was watching the end of what appeared to be an auction. The goods auctioned off was about 10 rows of home made cord, about 100 yards long each. Looked like the cord, primitive in nature, not factory cord, but cord made by hand, a laborious task no doubt. I was standing next to the former owner of the massive amount of home made “hanging lines” (hanging what I do not know) – the former owner looking out, watching one man cutting up his acquired cord, cutting it up about ever 10' – the former owner says - “I did not make that cord to be cut up in 10' lengths by some stupid bastard – it is rare to have such lengths and he cuts it up!!” The stupid bastard was a Mennonite man, looked like them, part Neanderthal. Looking out into the buyers gathering their acquired cord, I see a familiar face, modern apparel, ball cap, man his arms and hands are full of the hand made cord, hanging off his shoulder and arms, as he is about 75% complete rolling it up. I walk up to the other end of the line, start rolling up that end for him, reach him, hand him my roll, he smiles and says, thank you Kent. I smile back, it is Daniel Boone, in the recognizable face of Fess Parker, but it clearly is Daniel Boone, I know this, my father and I know him well.

He says – Kent, we need to speak to your father about obtaining supplies for the upcoming hard winter, I will be over there in a minute or so, after I put this pile of hanging cord in my wagon.

As y'all know, I have done about 10,000 hours of genealogy work, a massive amount of study into what makes me the way I am. On both side of the family, the genealogy is 100% pioneer-frontiersmen and women. I think the dream means I and my father could survive the American frontier, the hardship, the Indian wars – the meaning of having Daniel Boone as a personal friend. I know my father could, he could work 16 hours a day at 50, good to go with 5 hours sleep a night - a working human machine.... One of the grandfathers was a regional Daniel Boone equivalent, first school teacher in Lexington KY, 1790ish, mentioned many times in the Draper Papers, a true American pioneer - John Wildcat McKinney of Ulster Scot ancestry.

The cord, I do not understand the meaning of, unless it means we need to put things away, lots of it, hang it on storage cord. Mennonites, as a group, are a stupid people, and many are involved in the drug trade, in one way or another, a cancer in our society out here. Hard winter – hard times ahead, planned, by those who want to make us all slaves – buy ahead of the flood, the dream means. I would guess the "hard winter" Daniel Boone speaks of will be like what the old frontier folk faced, except even for them, it will be a "hard winter".

Dream, But Not a Dream, a Journey Somewhere Else - Utopia, What It May Be Like For Some People (11-26-22)

In the dream, my father appeared to me (deceased 15 years ago) took me to a place, with a slight slope valley, very green like the pictures of Ireland and Scotland, the houses in this small community were far apart, not like what we build here, 5 or 10 acre homesteads, filled up the hillsides. I said to daddy when we arrived, this is the most beautiful community I have ever seen, so green, so orderly, so beautiful. Daddy was about age 30, nice looking man, nice smile. He just smiled at me, and I never saw him anymore in this dream.

My mother, Minnie Snider, died 30 years ago, at the age of 59, lymphatic cancer, in Portland. In a dream, I visited her last night, her house, which I had never seen the house before, the dream house. Her birthday was 7-25-1931. In my lifetime, I think this is the 3^rd or 4^th dream I had about her.

I think it is a lie what modern theology preachers teach – believe in Jesus, and you go to heaven. The Bible teaches two deaths, one of the flesh, and another if you are not selected for the life after flesh. Not going into it all, a complex subject, I think this dream was about after the life of flesh, whether it was made up in my brain, or sent to me by another source.

Outside the “house” - It was a slum area, but the houses were about an acre apart. Her house had a yard, and it looked ok. The house was 30' x 30', and had a flat roof. The houses around hers were run down, slum like.

Inside the “house” - As you walked into the door, from the west, middle section of house, the living room and kitchen were one room. The LR had a couch and chair, the kitchen had about 6' of counter top, 3 cabinets, sink, no stove, no frig. I walked into her bedroom, from the LR, into the south section of the house, it had a twin bed against the west wall, and at the other end of the room was a twin bed. I asked her what that was for and she said she rented it out, the twin bed against the east wall, with a door to the kitchen next to the bed. The south wall of this room had a bay window, looking out in the fenced back yard, green grass, mowed, taken care of. Moma had a look on her face I had never seen, she seemed content.

Two weeks before Moma died, I got a letter from her, she stated - "I am finally growing up Kent". Before, when I knew her as a kid, she was always looking to go somewhere, break the boredom of a farmers wife, looking for a thrill. The sins of flesh I watched her commit were great. But Moma was gregarious, lover of fun, laughter, and everyone I knew liked her, except my father and me. And she raised Karen's two oldest girls. I wonder if that was a positive or negative “works”. When she left, the last time, I was 15 and really never knew what kind of life she had after that, other than she married a Lubbock policeman. After 15 I went to see her, but not often, first in Lubbock, then never in Portland Oregon, the last 15 years of her life.

The northeast side-section of the house had a small bedroom, maybe 8' x 8', one twin bed and Karen, my sister, lived there, no other furniture. Through the kitchen was a door into that room. Karen was smiling, and I thought she has not changed since she was 15.

Karen died in a car wreck at age 45, diabetic faint. She had been married 10 times. She was born at 6 months, put in an incubator, lived, but was never right, mentally, and physically she might have gotten up to 400 pounds in her 30's. My heart always ached for Karen, and I was glad when she died, sort of like killing the pain of life for her.

The NW corner of the house had a bedroom, and Rose, my aunt, Moma's sister, was in it, sitting on her bed, she and her husband Madison lived there, but Madison was gone somewhere. The bed was full size, no other furniture in the room. Rose was not a happy woman being there.

Rose and Madison are still alive, she about age 80, he maybe 78, live comfortable in a well to do retirement community in Florida, today.

I was at a family reunion, a big one, hundred people or more, at a meeting center, with a meeting building about 100'x100'. The only person I know there is Mae, Moma's sister. She greets me as I get out of the car, and she says the Moma is in the building, and she is a psychic now, and she will tell the future of everyone here today, go get yours. I walk into the building and there is Moma, in the center of it, sitting in a chair. She looks at me with a blank face, no emotion, and I suppose the same is on my face. End of dream. Moma and Emma Jean were best friends as girls. Moma died about 30 years ago, age 59, cancer.

Dreams With the Webb Family in Them (Emma Jean was Daddy's Sister, Jerry her son, Howard a first cousin to Jerry)

Howard was a year older than me, when to public school with him in Seagraves, mother a teacher, father a successful farmer, his father was brother to Jack Webb and Buddy Webb, daddy's sisters Emma Jean and La Rue married to them. Howard was overly bright. Dream – Janie Littlefield and I were looking at rental properties for investment purposes, in East Lubbock. A Realtor was with us and we entered a double-wide trailer, normal on the outside, but on the inside about 2 times as large as outside, with executive suites, business offices, on the inside. And the price was right, I remember, whatever that was. Janie and I walk outside, sit down with the Realtor, and the outside turned into a type of cafe setting with a stage along the front, and then continuing at the end of double-wide There are about 20 people sitting there waiting for the show, sitting at the tables with drinks. I look over at Janie, and she is Loia now, Loia's face. I think, in the dream, what the hey, how can this be? The show starts, and it is like an old vaudeville show, 3 entertainers, dancing out in front of the trailer, with top hats and canes that go to the floor. La da da da, they sing, fast pasted old time vaudeville show. The tall one, is Howard, and he has a chesser cat smile on his face, and he is looking straight at me, singing and dancing, like Bob Hope used to do, except in high gear. Yada yada yada....... Howard never takes his eyes off of me. End of Dream.

Howard was killed in a car wreck, on an unmarked intersection, middle of nowhere, rural dirt road, only two cars in sight were in the accident, about age 45 to 50, I found out much later. Howard's son, when a young man, was electrocuted at an irrigation pivot site, short in the feed lines somewhere. Howard, by nature, was a shy high school student, would not have done the routine back then.

I was working under the sink in a bathroom, not mine, not sure where, repairing some pipe under the sink. Emma Jean walks in the room, says – hello Kent. She was about 35 to 40. She sits in the bathtub, she is naked, but I do not see her naked, I see her from the breast bone upwards. End of dream.

I think what it means is that I need to get clean, I am not "clean" for my audience before the Lord. Had a similar one with Lillian, her house, her 4 boys there, I walk up to her in my underwear. She says, Larry needs help. No one says anything about me being in my underwear, but I think it means that I am not properly clothed for an audience before the Lord. For both, get clean and properly clothed.

Dream, a Contact – Jerry Webb, Dealing With Snakes – October 22, 2022 4am

The dream – Jerry and I are on our knees, inside of the parameter of an old house that had been moved, you can see what is left of the foundation, and the plumbing, what I see is 2” pipe that is sort of transparent, it is left laying on the ground. I do not know what the material is, but it is not PVC. The pipe is broken apart in places and is infested with rattle snakes, each abut 5-6' long. Jerry is about 35, blond hair, blue eyes, maybe 5'8”, nice looking man. On our knees, he reaches out, pulls one snake by the mid point, out of a pipe, and the snake strikes at him, but Jerry is so quick in reaction, he pulls the snake back before the strike touches him. The snakes mouth, like in slow motion, opens fully wide, and you can see the fangs clearly. Jerry quickly pulls the snake closer to him and pops him on the top of the head, at the same instant he is drawn back ready to strike Jerry. As Jerry pops the snake is such a manner, the snake goes limp, still alive, with his mouth frozen open, as is the limp body of the snake. Jerry puts the snake down, pulls another out of the pipe, same thing happens, 2 frozen (not cold frozen, but lifeless frozen) snakes on the ground, as Jerry does his work there. Jerry smiles at me, does not laugh, as one would remember him doing. I am the observer, Jerry the workman. End of dream. Jerry Webb and I are first cousins, my father, his mother, siblings.

My mothers parents lived in a shack in Lynn County, Texas, 40 miles south of Lubbock, no running water, rented 160 acres from Jack Webb, Jerry's father. It was really isolated, wrapped in roofing material, to keep the elements out, lived there most of their life. Basic people, basic existence. The shack has since fallen down, or just removed by the Webb family who still owns that land by Jerry Junior. The frame where Jerry Sr. and I were at, was located about 15' south of the house, where the east-west road used to be, in front of the house. Symbolically, I am not sure if the dream pertains to the Webb family who owned the land, or the Snider-Weatherby family, my family, who lived there. Perhaps both, I do not know. In either event, “snake” infestation was part of the family history if you believe in contact from the other world around us, and symbolism-parables as the explanation.

It is much more than we have been taught. Perhaps 10,000 years ago, men, perhaps women too, who could reach a higher state of consciousness, into what Monroe calls Level 2 (we live in Level 1 and he visited Level 2 and 3 often), used those visits, those gifts, to benefit mankind. They were the spiritual elite in the world about us, Level 1, back then. Their emblem was the snake, often times in a circle,mouth open, tail entering its mouth, completing the circle. Today we see the snake emblem often in our world today, including the one in the AMA logo. Look and you will see. Over time, including the time of Adam and Eve, 7,000 years ago, this visitation outside of Level 1 became perverted and focused on “self” of those doing it. Practitioners often used sex orgies to go there (they lied to the good looking people that participated in them). The goodness from this spiritual travel outside the body was washed away, to what we have today, a perversion, to benefit a small group at the top of the pyramid. To understand the basis of what I am talking about you need to read this book, or have it read to you, click on the headphones, bottom right. https://archive.org/details/journeysoutofbod00monr/page/n9/mode/2up Tons of material on the internet now about out of body travel, a higher state of consciousness (I have not worked on it in months).

Waddell was a researcher that lived 100 years ago, he was a researcher of the first civilization (Sumeria), recorded for us. There were probably more past civilizations in our past, but that is another topic. Waddell, not a Christian, said that the first king of Sumeria by those people, was called Ad, Adar, Adammu, Adam. Adam declared war against snake worshipers, at that time, the world was in control by those people, who had stolen the original intent, to benefit mankind. Adam won the battle, the snake “worshipers” went underground, and have been up to this day (I do not think they are underground any more). Much more to this story, but too much for now. The first sin, in my view, Adam and Eve – the “snake” convinced them to know right and wrong for themselves, God was excluded from the picture, humanism. http://therabbithole.wiki/textsthe-makers-of-civilization-in-race-history-by-laurence-austine-waddell-1929/

Robert Sepehr has several videos on the esoteric meaning of the snake, in reaching a higher state of consciousness – something Buddhist and Hindu monks have been doing for 3000 years. Go here and look through his videos – https://www.youtube.com/user/818encino/videos. In summary, what he says on this topic is what I say – in the beginning, people, long ago, the people going to a higher state of consciousness used the symbol of the snake to identify themselves. Eventually, this gift for mankind became perverted, and used by those that rule us today.

What I think Mr. Jerry Webb was telling me, us, in this dream, is that “snakes” can be controlled, can be paralyzed out of the control that they currently have over us in the West today. We live in dynamic times, the changing of the guard, so to speak. We witness the end of the old Age, beginning of the new, much pain in our future during this transition phase. I think the repeat of what Adam did in his day, conquering the perversion of SELF in reaching a higher state of consciousness is upon us today.

Sure, it all sounds pretty wild, my assertion above. It is the results of 35 years of study and reading forbidden materials, thinking outside the box. No I have not gone nuts. Hello Jerry, good to see you.

And too, I have come to believe that if dreams are sometimes a message from another sphere, another world around us we cannot see, or do not really understand, that message comes from the person where the site is at. In this case, the old house removed foundation was on the borderline of Webb property and Snider-Weatherby habitation.

Interesting, Emma Jean Crutcher Webb, my fathers sister and Jerry's mother came to me in a dream and Howard Webb, Jerry's first cousin did so, both in the past 6 weeks. Howard was killed in a car wreck about age 45, his son electrocuted at a pivot, he was young too. Something going on, spiritually in the Webb family, me thinks.

Since Jerry and I were not close, and rarely saw each other past age 18, I have to assume the dreams are for you and yours. I know it is sort of nutty sounding, but a few years ago, I went on a search as to why some of my dreams were as bright color, vivid, detail as they were, many like watching a bright color short movie - I think when we die, some people live on in spirit (some not), and if the recipient, the receiver of the contact has a special connect, then those that have this gift - me - will receive contact from those that have passed. "Passed" is a good word too (Emma Jean used to use that word), the spirit did not die, it passed = the body died, but the spirit went on - Jerry made the cut - one dream from Emma Jean, i.e., she made the cut. You gotta ask why 4 dreams from a man that was not close to me and vice versa - the only answer, using reason and logic, is that my radio receiver is better than most - you know, like some are better athletes, some smarter. Maybe it is because I spent 7 years in college, studying hard, read 1,000 books on race, past civilizations, Christianity, wrote 3 books, and researched about 10,000 of genealogy - by brain has been lifting weights since I was about 20.

This dream, about 11 last night, (October 2023), it was not vivid, bright colors, memorable faces, but I remember the message intended to be sent. Jesus speaks to us in parables, code. He says He does that so that His people will understand His meaning, if not His people, they will not understand. Dream - Jerry, a woman, another couple and I are on an elevator, going downward, it stops, door opens, and the house he was raised in appears. I cannot identify the other people, if the woman he was with is your mother - I do not know. We are at that old house. Jerry says, I can sing now, and starts doing so. Very impressive voice, gifted. If I were to pick a voice that you might identify with, I would pick Eddie Arnold or Roger Whitaker. The song I had not heard before, but the voice was very impressive. The 4 spirits re-enter the elevator, leave me here, and they go back upward. End of dream.

https://youtu.be/sGWs1HK8iDU?si=twvs6liExk9Se_Bc Roger Whitaker, something like this. Jerry's voice probably more like Mr. Whitaker than Arnold, but you understand what I heard, the type of voice, nothing like modern promoted singers.

The dream about 3 months ago (June 2023). Jerry was here on my land that I reside on. He says Dana (our cousin killed in a car wreck, about age 45, east of Brownfield) and I are here to play war games on your land. Dana is down there on that well, you and I are going to hold that well (I have 3 wells on this place, each a deep well, the Trinity Edwards aquifer, 200 feet deeper than the Ogalalah). I see Dana's vehicle, an old car, sitting at one well, the east one, Jerry and I drive to my hoss well, did about 400 gpm when I first put in in production 12 years ago - lots of 20-40 gpm holes on properties around me). End of dream. My synopsis - a time in the future in West Texas, who owns the water rights, can the State regulate how much to produce, or how much goes to the cities, Eminent Domain, or will the property owner decide that?

The dream about 6 months ago(May 2023). Jerry and I are in a pickup, start out point was where my grandparents lived, NW of his old house, the road next to that house, the house 10' off the road ( ?? ). We drive east, then south, to the house where he was raised. Before we get there, Fat's old land that Jerry bought has massive stacks of bailed hay grazer, so does the quarter to the south - like 100 feet high, 200 yards long of bailed hay grazer. We enter the old house, lots of young people living there, people arguing about who gets what room, the living room is now several bedrooms. Jerry and I walk back to his bedroom, it is in 3rds now, we enter Jerry's bedroom where the bath used to be - his bed on the east wall, a full size, he points to the west wall, two beds, one for me, one for my female mate, and I do not know who that is, other than my space has two beds on it. He smiles at me, no words. End of dream. My surmise is that it means difficult times ahead, other parts of planet not inhabitable, we raise our own meat to survive, lots of hay needed, for lots of cattle, for lots of people.

Dream, a Contact – Virgie Eddins (High School Jr. Year English Teacher) – (late September 2022)

Mrs. Eddins and I were friends of a sort. She wrote an impressive posting in my Sr. yearbook. Her image came to me in a dream about a month ago, I suppose to say hello, as there was no symbolism to it I could figure. We were in a classroom, not sure where, she hands me a paper to read, then take the test – on the bio of Lou Costello, the 30/40's comedian (what the hey?). She says, you need to study the written material to pass the test, but do not take the test, like you used to do, without studying. I say ok. Days go by, but I am so busy to read the 5-15 minute paper. I finally make myself read it, then take the test, and make 100 on it, about 20 questions. But it has an error on it, so I pencil the correction, his genetics were not from Cuba, but from Italy, a test preparer error. And also I remember some other points about him, from the trash history writers on the internet, so I list those on the bottom of the test, and then give myself 5 bonus points, for a total score of 105. I return the test to her, she smiles at my notes and correction – she had a really nice smile in the flesh. About 20 people at her funeral in Seagraves, educator there for 35 years. Good solid teacher, and only 20 people. Passed away maybe 10 years ago. End of dream. http://crutchercpa.com/eddinsyearbook.pdf

Dream, a Contact – W.L. Willingham - Terry County, Texas Preservation Folk – (October 24, 2022)

Terry County, Texas Courthouse was built about 100 years ago, founding of the County. Currently, the courthouse - it looks like it has 3 floors and a basement. Most everything is on the first 2 stories and the basement. The top floor must be for storage. The story I heard is that the top floor, 60 years ago, 3rd floor, had two jail cells in it, kept the prisoners there, walk them down to the courthouse on floor 2 for trial – lots of crime in the county, when it was 95% White – 2 jail cells. Today the County has a jail facility that holds over 200, as I have been told - east side of Brownfield, the County seat of Terry Co.

Dream begins on the 3rd floor of the courthouse. West side is full of items that the Preservation Society wish to preserve, or they think the populace wants to preserve. The east side of that floor is the office of a prominent Judge, an office of all elaboate woodwork walls – the paneling in early American stain, beautiful wooden desk, bookshelves with old books in them, attractive sitting chairs, quite the sight for a visitor, extremely impressive office over looking the east side of Brownfield – all windows, like in a big city high rise. The West side view - what is on that floor is hard to explain, as I cannot remember exactly what is in there, only fragments. I suppose the reader must picture in their mind what would be valuable to save, from the past, that fits in a small museum type setting, perhaps 5,000 sq ft, all open space. A woman has a type of key to one of the settings-displays, and for some reason, walks over and leaves the key in the lock, the key is cross shaped, and as I watch, I wonder if it will be stolen, the key, or the contents stolen. She looks at me, wondering, I think. If Terry turns all white, the key nor the contents will never be stolen.

This group of people, about 10 teams of 2 individuals each – total of 20 people chosen for this preservation work of Terry County, is headed by W.L. Willingham. And Mr. Willingham chose me, as his partner, to oversee what appears on this 3rd floor of the Courthouse.

Mr. Willingham was born in a shack, north of Seagraves, about 7 miles, in Terry County, maybe about 1910 to 15, deceased maybe 20 years ago. Played baseball at A&M, full scholarship, when it was all male school. He was my Jr. High Principal, then went to High School Principal, the same year I went to High School, and then school Superintendent after I left there. He stopped the traditional harressment of Freshmen, when I was a Freshman, harressment, by upperclassmen – did not think twice about it, he just said "that is going to stop", and it did. Mr. Willingham used to bust my rear end for being out of line, often, each time he would say – I have to do this, bend over Kent. He came up to me in high school once, the hallway, asked if the football coach, AD Shaver had done something he should not have, with me, and I said yes, but it was not a problem, he said – well, Kent, we are going to take care of AD Shaver. He was fired the next year, after 25 years of being the head coach there. Mr Cook, the Ag teacher once called me a horse's ass, kicked me out of his class, I went out walking the halls afterward, Mr. Willingham notices, asked what the hey. Next period in fooball, Mr. Cook comes up to me and apologizes, hat in hand. Mr. Willingham once told me, in high school – Kent, you are more mature than the other students here, serious look on his face. Years later, I contacted Mr. Willingham, he was retired from public education, and I sent him my first book I wrote, 1000 typed pages, a not politically correct book entitled – The Underlying Reasons for Social Turmoil in the United States of Amerca – I finished it when I was 36. He read the whole book,commented very favorably about it. We corresponded, before the internet, for about 2 years before his death. I have been expecting a dream, about him, from him, for over a year now – since I read Journeys Out of the Body, by Monroe. Some dead people contact me, when I sleep. I do not think this was a "dream", I think Mr. Willingham contacted me, came to me, from whatever sphere he resides - to give me a view into the future here in West Texas.

The meaning of the dream? What comes to my mind is that after Israel left Egyptian bondage and rule, the tribe of Levy became the priest class, and the nation of Israel established Judges to decide issues in conflict (The Book of Judges). They exalted Judges in their society – as it appears we are going to do, as did old Israel, in this prediction of the future "dream". Mr. Willingham was Deacon in the Seagraves Church of Christ, salt of the earth civil leader. What would exalt a system, the large room to the west of the Judge's Chambers, before entering the Chambers? What would be behind the door of a display that was not locked, with the cross-key in it, the Cross of Christ? In a door of transparent glass? Will men like Mr. Willingham, or like me, become the Judges, the final say, in our society, and process disagreement in exalted chambers like what was presented in this dream? We live in dynamic times, witnessing the end of the America Empire, and historically speaking something always replaces a corrupt system, which we are - will it be a system of Judges, as was in ancient Israel. And for the record, in relation to this, I believe early Americans, before 1850, were prodominately descended from Ancient Israel, I think these descendants became the New JerUSAlem.

Dream, a Contact - The Sound of Music (Geraldine Shock or Nancy Dunson) and Frankly My Dear, I Don't Give a Damn (11-23-22)

The Dream - The setting was like a wild west mining town, boom town USA, thousands coming to this location to make it rich – mid 1800's. Tall trees all around the tent town. Tents everywhere, but a sole house, neat as a pin, maybe 25'x25', wood frame. I see inside, without going in physically, the woman inside is Julie Andrews, the singer, she is about 30, her age in The Sound of Music movie, or Mary Poppins. She is dressed in what I assume to be a mail order dress, white, lacey, frilly – truly a beautiful dress for any age in time, even for city people in that time of the American frontier, a beautiful dress, hand made, by special hands. There were no words in this dream, but I know what is happening – it comes to me without any spoken words.

“Julie”, a beautiful woman, this evening will be honored by the boom town people, and everyone in the town will attend the giant tent, where the ceremony will be held. But........................ it is raining cats and dogs, people walking in the only street in the town, runs west to east, in front of her house. I witness people wading ankle to knee deep in mud, going to the tent she will be honored in tonight. I do not know what honor will be bestowed upon her. She walks out on her porch, looks at all the people walking by that will see her honored that night. In her front yard, is like a mini-lake, mix of mud and rain.. She sighs, then steps down into the mud lake, and she sinks to her waist. As she wades to the street, she escapes the “mud lake”, makes it to the road, where it is only ankle to knee deep, and she walks to the ceremony covered in mud, just like all the other people that will honor her that evening.

Next Scene – the ceremony must be over, it was not presented to me, all the people are gone from the huge tent, all but her and Rhett Butler. They walk towards one another, smiling at one another.

Mrs. Geraldine Shock was my Jr. High, then Sr. year, High School English teacher in the West Texas town of Seagraves, population 2,500, maybe 500 people living in the country around the town. A classmate, Nancy Dunson, died young, about age 65, she loved music too. I was not close to either. In English classes, we read books, and discussed them in class, the symbolic meaning of what the author's message was, perhaps the esoterics, even in high school. Mrs. Shock was also the High School choir teacher. She loved music, loved to sing, loved to play the piano, with her students. Her face changed when in front of an audience, making music with her students, she smiled, her face glowed (by nature she was not a smiler). Pam Payne, a classmate of mine, told me twice, over the years, since high school, that Mrs. Shock told her I was the smartest student she had, but I had not the desire, the will, to be a good student (I was a B student – I never studied). Looking back upon that time in my life, football and other sports were my life, my religion, until a few second event ended that, those dreams of playing college then professional football. I simply did not care about being a good student (“frankly my dear, I did not give a damn” - about such things). In the 12 years of public school, I never bought a book home. That changed, when I met my wife of 30 years in college, she was the smartest woman I had ever met, academically, 1^st semester I made the Dean's List, and eventually graduated with a MBA in economics, 3^rd in my class of 50 professionals, most of us, earning the MBA in the evenings after work. I also became a CPA.

And in the dream above, the street in front of the house of “Julie” was the street to the south of the high school I attended (except it was paved, high school on the north side of the city street, brick houses on the south side). In the dream, I just knew it was the same street. Julie's house was located where the high school was located, the south part of that building. After reading the book “Out of Body Experiences” by Monroe, and his witness-diary of his travels in “Local 2”, where I think dead people go, for a time, I expected contact from some of the people that knew me, and might contact me, via my dreams. Clearly, in my mind, the world around us is much, much more, than we have been taught – this life of flesh on Earth is but a small fraction of “life”, of which the Spirit world is but a part. I was honored when Pam told me what Mrs. Shock had told her – she could see something in me, that was not there during that time in my life of flesh.

Dreams and One Vision, Concerning Janie Simms Littlefield, Woman I Knew Intimately For 4 Years.

Jimmy Joe was Janie's husband age 20 to 34, and the father of her two children, Shawn (30) and Tiffany (35). At this event, this vision, I had dated Janie for 2.5 years, we had a love and hate relationship. She was a former meth addict, with lots of other stuff-pain in her life of 58 years. She was a meth dealer for 12 years, to 43, then sold her excess morphine prescription for 10 years after she got caught with meth in the house. She is a felon. Her live in husband during the last drug addition, was a parasite living off her being a drug dealer for 10 years, then she obtained another live in husband for 12 years - Donnie had been to prison 3 times, was a meth addict most of his life, and to Janie's modus operandus, he was bottom of the barrel, a nothing person that like Janie, had thrown away his life on short term feel good pursuits, like Janie. Janie said he smoked marywanna daily like they were cigarettees, all the time she lived with him and he was on a fake SS disability too, but he worked full time for cash. Janie's first live in husband was at 16 to 19, he was a closet homosexual, then came Jimmy Joe, another carnival worker. I had seen a picture of him, JJ, sort of fuzzy. He had an alcohol problem, quit during the marriage for some time, then started again after the divorce. Janie said he drank himself to death, died about age 42. Shortly after when I met Janie, she talked about his death and they could not find the grave site, unmarked in Lubbock cemetery, the cemetery could not find it either. The funeral home took $10,000 to bury him, traditional manner, then cremated him, put down no marker – Janie had never been to the site, so she discovered it all, 2019, I asked about it. I said to Janie, 2 years ago, let me try to find it, the gravesite, I am good at genealogy. I went to the internet, found a man that was a grave site recorder, he did this in his retirement age, as a type of hobby, finding the owner of unmarked graves, documenting gravesites. I emailed him, he said the name rang a bell, looked in his records, found the grave site. Janie took the site ID, went to the cemetery, and Lubbock cemetery personnel verified the site, but it had no marker (it was supposed to have a tombstone). I said to Janie, let me buy a marker (Janie is on $900 a month disability), you can do work at my place working it off – as I remember the 24” x 18” marker was $250. Her son has since been there, wept at the site, the daughter yet to go, it is too emotional for her, she was the one that found him dead on the floor. Both children were meth addicts too. When I met Janie, she talked like a drunk sailor, cuss word every sentence, mutherfucking this, mutherfucking that, and she had an old car that broke down every few weeks, she was constantly borrowing her mothers car at age 56. He house looked like a tornado lived there, you could not walk without having to step around something, and you could not step in a place on the old carpet that did not have a slop stain on it everywhere. She was living in a pig pen and that was normal for her. The house roof had several holes in it, so when it rained, it leaked terribly bad, inside the house. We got some used carpet and put it over the nasty carpet that was there, covered it up. I helped her buy a new used reliable car, and i helped her replace the roof, put a metal one on it, over the old one with holes. And she started sort of keeping house, cleaned it up some. But she had a good music sound system and a 6' tv screen, spent her days watching tv and catching free deals on the radio. Truly I had never met someone that utterly threw away their live, from day one, until I met her, a totally worthless person, that was content on a fake SS disability, a cigarettee smoker for 43 years, a cum hole for whoever came her way.

The dream – it was not really a dream, it is as I tell it below, a vision. I was wide awake, working in my cotton field.

I was in the field alone, cleaning my cotton stripper, this is required each day to minimize the chance of fire in the module builder and the stripper. Lots of lint cotton on these machines, each morning, lots of fine dirt, each, with a spark, can contribute to a static electricity fire, than can destroy an entire module or the stripper. In the past, I have had two module fires, and 3 stripper fires, we carry two fire extinguishers on board, without them, we would have lost the stripper on all those fires.

The event – I am cleaning the stripper using air from a air compresson, back of my pickup, shoots air to remove the possible fire hazards, as best as we can. I feel a presence. In my mind, Jimmy Joe walks around the corner of the stripper, sticks out his hand, we shake hands. It was mental, not physical, his presence.

Kent: Kent Crutcher. I then look at him, quite a bit shorter than me, sandy blond hair, bright blue eyes, we shake hands.

Kent: I sense it and ask the question - Do you want to work for me, do what I am doing now?

Kent: I hand him the air wand, tell him he is going to get dirty, he says that is ok. I focus on him, watching him work, he is a good hand, quality worker zooming in on the detail, trying to do a good job for me. I sense he must have been a good worker, a good provider, in life of flesh.

JJ: Looks at me -says – I know I was a prick with Janie sometimes. I nod in the affirmative. I think - I know, she told me, but I know Janie and I bet she was the same with you sometimes. I think – marriage failure is never a one person failure – it was not with me.

I call Janie, tell her about it, and I heard her sniff. I said – you are not crying on me, are you? She paused, then said – well maybe just a little. She then says – today is the day that Jimmy Joe died.

Dream, Definitely not a Dream, Something Else - House of Janie's Father and Her House Too, Sentenced There Together, Eternal - January 2022

Her father died, about 30 years ago. What Janie told me - he was a welder by trade and a sex abuser of his 3 girls, an alcoholic (as was her mother - who did nothing of the sex abuse to her daughters) - Janie said he only came into her bedroom when he was drunk, every other day starting at age 8 - she makes no secret of all of this, told me about 3 weeks after we met - old people bar-dance hall. She ran away from home at 15, drug (meth) addict 17 years of her life, fake SS disablity from age 43 forward. 3 common law husbands, 1 legal, before me. She was a meth dealer for 12 years, to 43, then sold her excess morphine prescription for years after she got caught with meth in the house - she said she was making $600 a month doing that. She is a felon and should have been sent to prison for life. Her live in husband during the last drug addition, was a parasite living off her being a drug dealer for 10 years, then she obtained another live in husband for 12 years - Donnie had been to prison 3 times, another parasite, needing a place to live, was a meth addict most of his life, and to Janie's modus operandus, he was bottom of the barrel, a nothing person that like Janie, had thrown away his life on short term feel good pursuits, like Janie. Janie said he smoked marywanna daily like they were cigarettees, all the time she lived with him and he was on a fake SS disability too, but he worked full time for cash. Janie's first live in husband was at 16 to 19, he was a closet homosexual, then came Jimmy Joe, another carnival worker - see vision right above this one. Two children, both meth addicts, one reformed, one not. Our intimatacy for each other was exception - during these times, I loved her dearly. She was a ruthless self-interest person, very selfish, very self-centered in her dealings with me, detached from reality on this sickness - not sure if genetic or because of a hard life. When I met Janie, she talked like a drunk sailor, cuss word every sentence, mutherfucking this, mutherfucking that. She ate off of paper plates, too lazy to wash dishes - she had a dishwasher, but the 10 years before when installed, it leaked water, and it was never fixed, she still had the dirty dishes in it, from 10 years back, too lazy to remove them and wash by hand. And she had an old car that broke down every few weeks, she was constantly borrowing her mothers car at age 56. He house looked like a tornado lived there, you could not walk without having to step around something, and you could not step in a place on the old carpet that did not have a slop stain on it everywhere. She was living in a pig pen and that was normal for her. The house roof had several holes in it, so when it rained, it leaked terribly bad, inside the house. We got some used carpet and put it over the nasty carpet that was there, covered it up. I helped her buy a new used reliable car, and i helped her replace the roof, put a metal one on it, over the old one with holes. And she started sort of keeping house, cleaned it up some. But she had a good music sound system and a 6' tv screen, spent her days watching tv and catching free deals on the radio. Truly I had never met someone that utterly threw away their live, from day one, until I met her, a totally worthless person, that was content on a fake SS disability, a cigarettee smoker for 43 years, a cum hole for whoever came her way. Janie liked men, and showed it when we were in public - it was more important being friendly with strange men, than my feelings and us.

I walked into the door of this older style house, a 1940's style house, with two bags of something, I did not know what it was, garbage sized bags, full. Her father was sitting in the living room, looked at me with an indifferent look, sort of a disgusted look. I asked to see Janie, I missed her, wanted to see her. I said - Janie and I were very close to one another, but we cannot get long. Part of her sickness - I know what you did to her. I know that she has some serious mental issues that I really tried to help her with, but failed in this effort. He shrugged his shoulders - as in "so what". Janie came storming out of her bedroom, about the same age as now, maybe younger, the bedroom was the the south and east of the living room - she hollered at me to get out of her house, called me some names. As I started to leave, I tripped, and all the contents of the two bags I was holding, fell upon the living room floor, the bags burst open. Now on the floor, all of it, were thorns and grass burrs and pointy sharp things. A young man appears, perhaps Janie's brother, or her son. We (the man and me) tried to pick it up, but the old man told me to get the hell out of his house. I realized then, as I was leaving the house and the two bags behind, that those were all the pain, the pins, needles, thorns, grass burrs that Janie had inflicted upon me, symbolically speaking - as is "the house of her father" also symbolic. I left the house, as instructed.

Very real, very vivid dream, like it really happened. Very disturbing, because of the feelings I had for Janie and the better future I tried to make for her, which did not fit in with - Janie being Janie.

Dream about Janie and me, we are broken up, and this is my letter to her the next morning.

Three dreams of us together this morning after 6am or so. The first two I do not remember, other than we were together, one in spirit. The last we were at a family reunion. The geographic location of the land is the site where my mothers mother lived, the tenate shack, covered in roofing material, the Godly woman I told you about. The structure of the family reunion house and surrounding property was not theirs, it was someone else, the place I do not know. One half mile to the north of that place is 160 acres owned by my father, and I own it now, Lynn County. The land I recognized, the house and structures were way far off, not at that location, if that makes any sense. What I surmise - you and i were living on property i owned, my grandmother sent me the vision, the property was far off, to a family location I did not know where it was at, your family. I knew no one there, and the reunion was going well, the people liking it. It was at a place where the people putting it on had money, swimming pool, extravagance all around. Someone said something to me about my character-quality, someone I had never met. I called him on it, it disrupted the gathering. Maybe we fought and I put him down, I do not remember. Tall thin man comes up and spits on my back, I feel the wet. I ask what the hey, he looks at me in a snide way. I pick him up by his hair and front belt buckle, slam him to the ground, and say something like - now tell me what the problem is - I am about to hurt him severely. I look around and the crowd is dispersing, it is going home. I know that family is dissolving, becoming no more, and i am at the center of it, not the cause, but the igniting factor of the disintregation. I am looking for you and the small girl that I love that is with us, I sense she was our daughter, or even you, if that makes sense, but I can find neither of you. Maybe the little girl is you, in another sphere, and you have her now, age 60, in spirit, rescued from a lifetime of what you had - she is under age 8, before the abuse started. She is blond, pretty girl. I am worried, I cannot find you. I sense you have left me because of what I have done to your family. As I walk around looking for you two, the whole place is in shambles, broken glass everywhere, I am carrying a wicker basket and whatever was inside is shattered, I pour it on the ground with the other glass around. A pretty woman comes up to me, maybe 30, nice figure, blond hair, blue eyes, looks like she could have come from me and says - I just love you to death Kent, and hugs me tightly. Maybe she was Scota, Scota would be 27 now. Maybe she was you, after you raised her, if you took her and it was her 30 years later, raised right, not like what you were. She does not want to let go of me, I sensed a goodness, a kindness in her, I sense a love for her and her for me, but I do not know her face. A kindness you never could, or would not give to me. If I could have had one wish, concerning our relationship, it would be that you would have been kind and caring for me, like the image you create for yourself on facebook - but you are not in the real world. I hate facebook and what it does to people, the escape from reality it creates for them. .

1^st Scene - Wilderness area, pristine, man running in valley, trees to the left and right. Mountains are ahead, perhaps 20 miles. Man about 30, blond, blond, no beard, hair past his shoulders, animal skin pants, poncho looking sleeveless shirt made from animal skin, strapped on bottom with a belt device - running fast paced. Large brutal scar across left side of face – we are observing him from his left – like watching a movie. Tall, 6’2”, 100% Nordic in appearance, good-looking man. Lean, muscular arms. Sword in right hand, like the one in Braveheart, the long one, 5’ long, a broadsword, bow with arrow quiver, filled with arrows, in the other hand, quiver over the left shoulder.

2^nd Scene - The man is still running, but you see an image ahead, maybe 2 miles, a very large bear running, trees still on left and right, but mountains much closer. It is snowing lightly. Fast paced run – frost from man’s breath.

3^rd Scene – Man, stopped, not panting, but cold from air freezing as the breathing is accelerated. Bear (looks like a grizzly, native to North America, only) is 150 yards ahead, breathing heavily, frost from his breath. He is fully stopped, facing the man, looking. Man looks at sky, snowing heavily, split second thought in his eyes. He looks around quickly, left, then right, sees overhanging rock shelter to the right, about ½ mile away, at tree line. Eyes refocus on the very large bear. Drops his arrow quiver, and bow. Pulls off the poncho looking animal skin from his upper body – his bare skin exposed to the cold. Again, lean, very muscular – large brutal scar down his chest, left side. Turns body almost sideways, semi-facing us, you and me, the audience. Raises hilt of sword to shoulder height. Watch Braveheart, right before he faces off against the English general on horseback, this is the fighting stance he takes. There is something similar in Tae Kwon Do, but with a fist, high above the right shoulder – preparing for a very quick, very quick, with great force, downward strike. Clearly, clearly, the battle against the bear is about to begin. You know instinctively, one swath downward and the bear is dead, a miss and the man is dead.

4^th Scene – Man, embracing, side to side, very attractive, Nordic wife, 30ish, with children at their side, at a grave site. Grave covered by the very large bearskin, like 12’ head to toe. Beautifully hand carved, hand chiseled Christian cross at the head of the grave – a work of art.

Scenes 1-4, probably no longer than a few minutes – but very intense, very dramatic, strong determination, in facial expressions – like watching a short movie. Very, very intense, the feelings I had. Tears down my face as I proof this writing, each time.

Kent Crutcher. January 23, 2013. This was not a dream, I had it working in the cotton field, driving the tractor - I stopped the tractor as it came to me - projected to me, in my mind.

Interesting note, Jan2022 – I have since learned that European DNA, since this vision, via the Clovis Man and Sulerian Man were in the Americas 10,000 and 20,000 years ago, respectively. And from my Adam book, finished in 1996, Chapter 11, Ancient America, Adamic man has been here, in the Americas for at least 5,000 years - https://crutchercpa.com/adamcpts.htm. I ask myself the question, did someone from another plain send this to me, recorded somewhere for all future worlds to witness an actual event? Was it someone from this world? Was I remote viewing back in time? - https://crutchercpa.com/remoteviewinghastins1066.jpg - from the book Read the Enemy's Mind by Paul Smith, a history of remote viewing the U.S. military, starting in the 1970's. I think I remote viewed back in time, not controlled as in a professional viewer, but involuntary. Regardless of how why or how I saw it, I think it happened in the past, it really happened!!!

Kent Crutcher

Not a Dream, She was Real - Kent Gets a Visitor - September 1, 2015 3am,

I say – it tastes like lemonade, but I know it is not. What is it?

I pull her close to me and say with intense emotion in my heart – What happened to us Loia?

This was the 1^st dream I have had, in my house.

Kent Crutcher, September 1, 2015

Vision, Not a Dream – Jimmy Joe Littlefield - 11-27-21

Jimmy Joe was Janie's husband age 20 to 34, and the father of her two children, Shawn (30) and Tiffany (35). I dated Janie for 2.5 years, we had a love and hate relationship. She was a former meth addict, with lots of other stuff-pain in her life of 58 years. I had seen a picture of him, JJ, sort of fuzzy. He had an alcohol problem, quit during the marriage for some time, then started again after the divorce. Janie said he drank himself to death, died about age 42. Shortly after when I met Janie, she talked about his death and they could not find the grave site, unmarked in Lubbock cemetery, the cemetery could not find it either. The funeral home took $10,000 to bury him, traditional manner, then cremated him, put down no marker – Janie had never been to the site, so she discovered it all, 2019, I asked about it. I said to Janie, 2 years ago, let me try to find it, the gravesite, I am good at genealogy. I went to the internet, found a man that was a grave site recorder, he did this in his retirement age, as a type of hobby, finding the owner of unmarked graves, documenting gravesites. I emailed him, he said the name rang a bell, looked in his records, found the grave site. Janie took the site ID, went to the cemetery, and Lubbock cemetery personnel verified the site, but it had no marker (it was supposed to have a tombstone). I said to Janie, let me buy a marker (Janie is on $900 a month disability), you can do work at my place working it off – as I remember the 24” x 18” marker was $250. Her son has since been there, wept at the site, the daughter yet to go, it is too emotional for her, she was the one that found him dead on the floor.

The dream – it was not really a dream, it is as I tell it below, a vision. I was wide awake, working in my cotton field.

Jimmy Joe: My name is Jimmy Joe Littlefield.

Kent: Kent Crutcher. I then look at him, quite a bit shorter than me, sandy blond hair, bright blue eyes, we shake hands.

JJ: Thank you for taking care of Janie, he says with a smile.

Kent: I shake my head in the affirmative.

Kent: I sense it and ask the question - Do you want to work for me, do what I am doing now?

JJ: Yes, I would.

Gary and Kyle drive up to clean the other stripper. Event ends.

Kent Crutcher

Not a Dream, I felt Her - Visitor Zapped - March 2019

I sleep on the right side of the bed, east side, and was currently sleeping on my left side of my body facing west, sleeping about in the middle of the queen size bed, so my back was to this “event” below.

It was about 3am, laying there half asleep, half awake. I feel a presence in my bedroom, like it came from my closet, third time I have had a dream, the dream in my bedroom of this house. I become mostly awake, start to turn over to see who is in the room, to the east of me. But before I do, I feel someone move in next to me, I reach back to feel her, but I feel nothing with my hand, but I do feel her next to me. She says, I have been wanting to be with you, meet you.

I sense – she is not supposed to be here with me, then I feel a type of pulse, like getting shocked with a cattle prod, but there is no electricity. The jolt hits her, I feel the pulse, whatever it is, she is gone, once the pulse enters her. The pulse I feel and it takes my breath away, like getting punched in the stomach with a fist, as a kid, but no pain of the fist – a pulse.

I sense she wanted to be with me, be close to me, but that was not allowed. I know it was a female, but do not know of her age, could have been a girl, or a woman.

May 15, 2019

I am awake, 6:30am, just sat up on the side of the bed, about to stand up, go jog, go to work – not a dream, I am awake. I voice enters my brain, it says – “hello”. It is a very husky woman’s voice. I should be overwhelmed with excitement, a telepathy contact, but I am not, I wanted my first telepathy contact to be a feminine sexy voice. Lol, I am not making this up.

Kent Crutcher

Not a Dream - Meditation – Space and Time Travel - January 29, 2022

I was fully awake, about 8:30 to 9 in the evening, trying to learn how to meditate, reach a higher state of consciousness, relatively new to me.

The mediation event last Friday night, exceptionally quite out here, nearest neighbor is 2 miles - sit in my Lazy boy, in my warm robe, palms up, as in prayer, relax, darkish room, close my eyes and just "be", let come whatever comes, other than thinking, do not think, clear my mind, just let images come to mind, whatever they are, let my brain feel all parts of my body, one by one. Not much happen for 30 minutes this evening, it varies from time to time, other than my mind feeling my body - sort of a tingling sensation as I move around my body, feeling each part more intensely. Again, a non-eventful session, as most are with me.

Went to bed, closed my eyes after the meditation session, laid down. Immediately - dots of light flashing by very fast, like in the movies, on a star-ship, and I could slow or speed up the stars going by, in my mind, quite the sight. Then after I could not hold it, stars (30 seconds), the parama-view images, ahead, to the right and left, very vivid, lots of meaningless images, different shapes, going by fast, like the stars (maybe it was space trash and gases. Then pictures of people I did not know flashing by, some far, some close up, wondering “why them, never seen them before”. Then a slow moving images of prairie grass-ground going by, like I was in the back of a covered wagon, like a kid, on my stomach facing down, head hanging off the back, watching the ground and prairie grass go by.

During this time of colorful and detail images, I just let what ever come my way come my way, was not trying to bring up anything. I was fully awake.

Read about DMT manufactured by the pineal gland, many think the pineal gland is the gland where people reach a higher state of consciousness. Jesus called it the 3rd eye. Pastor Peters called it the gland to reach Jesus, gland used during prayer. I think this is what is happening to me, in my very vivid and colorful dreams and vision, for almost 30 years now - mine must produce more than normal (DMT). I did not know anything about DMT until last night.

I have to wonder is this was an involuntary remote viewing, brought on by 30 minutes of meditation.

Not a Dream - Hand on my Shoulder - (August 27,2022)

Early morning, I was half asleep, lying on my left side, room a/c on, covers pulled up to my neck. A hand touches my right shoulder, I am full awake then, their right hand, on top of the covers, leaves it there for about 3 seconds - it felt like a man's hand, but I am not sure. I said, who are you, not moving - out loud, not in my mind. No answer. Turned over to look. No one there. It happened and it was not a dream, not my imagination.

Past few years, odd things happening to me. My thinking is that as we get closer to death, those type of things happen to us. I suppose if the hand were to stay there, it would be time to go - meaning I died in the flesh. My feelings, this time, the hand there, it was like you walk over to a friend that is having a hard time, put your hand on his shoulder, as if saying, I feel your pain. That was my initial thought, but I had another since then, below. I had experienced a strong emotional trama, 12 hours before I felt the hand on me, tramatic event then. There is another world out there, we know nothing about, but we should. The book, Out of Body Experience, by Monroe takes us on a journey of a man that kept a diary of his Soul-Spirit leaving his body, his travels in a Sphere he calls Level 2, where other people who do this (like him, from "Level 1") (he calls these people the Underground) and where dead people go after death (for how long they are there, we do not know). Sometimes during these out of body experiences, over 40 years, he gets confused, and upon occasion, he gets help from "hands" that grab him under the elbows, "lift him up" and help him get oriented again. And he often talks to people in Level 1 (the level we live in), when he is in Level 2, and they rarely remember the conversation - he is talking to their subconscious, and the conscious does not remember that part of our existance. Too much more to discuss here, but I believe the details of the book, and it has changed the way I look at after death, and the conscious (life of flesh mind) and subconscious (the soul-spirit) minds - we have both. We have all heard stories of people dying then coming back to life, rising to the ceiling and beyond (flying so to speak). My other thought about this "Hand on my Shoulder" was that I was being returned from something unpleasant, a disorientation at Level 2, and the hand on my shoulder was an act of kindness by the "helper" at Level 2 that was returning me to my body. Yeah, I know all this is pretty wild, but I wanted to stick my neck out and share it. I have not gone insane, just sharing an experience, and possible answers to that experience. kent crutcher August 28, 2022.

Dream, Then Not a Dream - Rush of Energy Though My Body (September 23, 2022)

Dream somewhere about 1:30 - I had given Janie the responsibility of making sure the water kept going over at the Draw pivot. I went over there "out of body", hovering above the draw quarter, but Janie had changed it, she were watering with a system designed over the rows, in a straight line, like a roll-a-matic in the 70's, but not that either. The crop was lush, like a jungle, and she moved the irrigation system with her mind, pick it up, and put it back down in 15 rows, like the old hand move pipe, I spent my childhood moving, except it was not hand move, and she moved the whole system at one time, with the power of her mind. I was impressed. End of dream.

But I kept having the dream over and over again (and I did not want to, it was mentally exhausting), so I made myself stay awake for a little bit, trying not to fall back into the dream state, laying there on my right side, facing the closets, eyes closed, my back to the windows, laying in the middle of the bed. 1:40 (fully awake) - felt a presence in the room, then felt a light weight moves in on the bed next to me, facing me - not like a persons weight, in the flesh doing it, but just a slight depression on that side of the bed. Something-someone was in bed with me!! But I was not frightened. Then like a cool breeze, I felt this sensation rush through me, going in my front side of my body, exiting my back side, 100% of my body, top of my head down to my toes (and I am in an air conditioned room, fully covered) - the energy flow rushing through it for about 2 seconds - then it was gone, as was whoever had been in bed with me. Whatever happened to me, I was impressed.

Side note, on the 14th of this month, I was awaken by someone tapping on my window, so loudly I was awaken by that noise. It was not a dream. I got up, looked out the window. Nothing. Opened the house door, went outside, looked around, saw nothing. No sounds either. A few days before, Janie and I had a fight, and I thought she came back, middle of the night, could not wake me with a knock or the door bell and was tapping on my window. She had told me several times, that if I could not wake her, at her house, just go tap on her bedroom window, and that should do it. No one but family and Janie knows that room is my bedroom, no one comes out here. kent

Not a Dream - Again Someone Slips in Bed Next To Me (October 6, 2022)

This time I was asleep, middle of the bed, facing west, back to closets, on left side. But...... it woke me up, feeling someone slipping in bed next to me. IT WOKE ME UP. I thought it was Janie, we fought again, and I thought she had driven in the night wanting to see me - reached back behind me to touch her - nothing there. Three seconds, after feeling the movement in bed next to me, woke up, reach out to touch them, no one there. End of Dream - but it was not a dream, I felt someone move in next to me.

In the book, Out of Body Experiences, by Monroe, his diary of events for him, his spirit-soul leaving his body and going "cruising" in what he calls Level 2 - he said when he contacted people he knew, he being out of body, when they were asleep, he would talk to them, and they would say they would definitely remember the conversation with a "Spirit", but - they rarely would, the next day. He said once, he gently pinched a woman, about the waist, she said no need, she would remember the conversation, no need to be pinched, but next day, she did not remember the conversation. However, he asked her if she felt a pinch last night, she pulled up her blouse and there was a black bruise where he pinched her. kent

Not a Dream - Awaken By Up Touch - Middle of My Back (October 10, 2022)

Usually get up about 7:15, still almost dark, go jog. Still asleep, cloudy outside, sun not up yet this morning when next sentence happens. I am facing the windows, back is to closet - Feel someone touch me lightly on my back, between my shoulder blades, like a wife telling me time to get up. It wakes me up. No one there. 7:30, I am late to get up. It was not a dream, I felt it.

The old gentleman was on a mission, to one of the neighboring towns. He was seeking humanitarian aid because the residents of his town had not eaten for days. Some had gone without for a week. But the towns he had visited were also starving. The battle lines had been drawn, weeks before and all supplies had been cut, for both civilians and those soldiers who had remained alive.

There was a feeling that soon a major battle was to be fought. And whatever the outcome, small quantities of food would soon be flowing for those who remained. The old man was about to go home and repeat the bad news when saw about 1,000 Union soldiers a mile away, on the hill, above the town. The residents started scurrying about in an attempt to find shelter for the upcoming battle. The small number of Boys in Grey watched as the Union army approached. Slowing they began to enter the holes, that they dug for themselves.

The old man found a shelter behind the corner of a house. With disbelief, he watched the small band of Rebels prepare for battle with the group of 1000 Union soldiers. From his shelter, he called to the Boys in Grey to give up for they had no chance to win. Some of the boys looked his way and continued to prepare for the battle.

The Union soldiers continued to move in. Not a shot was fired as the slowly moved toward the Boys in Grey. At about 100 yards, movement stopped. There was silence as the 100 rows of 10 stopped and came to rest on the ground, belly down, in firing position.

The old man hollered, please, stop this madness, 20 has not a chance against 1000. Surrender, please surrender. There was no movement, no emotion, from the Boys in Grey. The old man could hold his postion no longer. He burst out into the open – screaming – stop, stop. He ran inbetween the lines and pleaded for the boys to surrender. For the first time, emotion appeared on the faces of the Boys in Grey. They all shouted with anger and waved the old man away. He bowed his head and slowly walked to a nearby house that had a side missing due to a cannon ball hit. He sat in sadness and prepared to watch the battle.

Just as the battle appeared ready to start, five young Boys in Grey rose slowly from their hole in the ground, with one hand in the air. One was 10 and a couple appeared to be 12 or 13. The old man thought – these boys had finally decided to surrender. He mentally began to sign relief.

Two of the boys stepped forward slowly. Both wore ragged and torn uniforms. Both were filthy and very thin. One pulled a harmonica from his pocket and began playing a lively tune. The other danced a lively gig. His feet moved fast and his arms swung wildly. He was not a good dancer, but he did put on a good show. After the performance, every one of the Boys in Blue cheered heartily.

Three boys then stepped forward. They had the appearance of the first two, ragged, thin, very young. One wrapped a hankerchief around his head and began to act the mannerisms of a lady in distress. The next boy reached down, muddied his finger, with this he made a brown handlebar mustache on his young face. He began to act the villian – the unpaid mortgage in hand. The young “girl” became very distressed. Then upstepped the last boy, his teeth shown brightly. His eyes were ablaze. The Boys in Blue cheered. The old man begins to sob.

The hero stepped forward and confronted the villian. There was silence. In a theatrical manner, without the body moving, out flew the fist. The villian was floored, or grounded, as the case was. The Boys in Blue cheer loudly.

The five boys walk back to their holes in the ground, three new boys proceed a few feet behind the Rebel lines. They are in rags and starving. They are playing catch with a pretend ball. One boy turns from the crowd, and stuffs something down the chest of his ragged uniform. He turns to the crowd and displays the enormous breasts. He goes forward toward the Boys in Blue to catch the pretend ball. He stops, catches the pretend ball, and volunteerily and intentionally makes his fake breasts bounce profusely. The Boys in Blue cheer with intense vigor. The three boys return to their respective holes in the ground. The old man continues to sob. The 20 Boys in Grey remain emotionaless.

Twenty seconds pass and the Union boys rush the Boys in Grey. The first row of the Boys in Blue die as they arise. A few more are killed. The Boys in Grey are overwhelmed in less than a minute. The Union soldiers march away emotionless. The old man rises slowly and looks to where the young boys lay dead. He walks away.

I wake from this very vivid, very detailed, dream. Loia beside me. There are tears in my eyes. I see the face of the old man, up close, and it is mine.

At first it seems strange that this story was never retold by any of the Union soldiers. Then I understand how it would impossible to explain such emotion. Could have been a remote view - sure looked real.

I was in a closed room, one window. I was chained to a chair, with about 6 armed white men in the room sort of close to me. Obama was walking around the room, around my chair, non-stop talking about how great his presidency was, about how great he was as a leader and a man. He had that smile on his face that makes one sick to look at, and his voice was sickening too. But I was chained down, I had to listen. He then said when he was done talking (about himself), he was going to kill me, as I was a waste of time and effort – but he continued to talk about himself.

I somehow kicked the chair and broke it, and ran towards the window, jumped through it, not knowing what was on the other side. I landed, 3 stores down, into a garbage dump and it was so soft, I was buried, fully, head first. I lay there waiting for the bullets, but there was none, I was totally covered in garbage, hidden.

In a few minutes I could hear men above me, trying to find me. I lay silent, but could breathe ok. The chair was not a problem, the chains gone. I lay there for perhaps a day and a half, no movement, but insects crawling over me. In 2 days, I worked my way upward, slowly, and saw men searching for me still. My face must have been blackish, as some looked my way and saw nothing. After about 3 or 4 days, one man out looking for me, he takes a double look and sees my face. I think, oh no. He walks toward me, still looking through the garbage, stands next to me, and says softly – I will send a truck over to pick you up, after dark.

End of Dream. Jan2024 - been 6.5 years and still, like it really happened, so vivid and full of color.

I was at a conference of people, each being introduced to the conference project in indivdual classrooms, perhaps 500 participants. It was at like a city conference building, lots of space, lots of people. I look around the classroom, all tall people, all very well dressed (I had on a sports jacket, tie, dress pants), everyone else in nice suits and such. The leader of the classroom said, we at this conference have picked out the best two women and best two men that we want to promote to the other conference people as the best 2, for marriage and producing children. I asked myself – what are you doing here, you are not like these well-to-do professional types, upper management types? You are simple minded. The man then said the names of the two men they were going to promote at the conference, and one of them was Kent Crutcher. I was confused.

Last night, I was in a conference room with a bunch of old people, maybe a hundred or so, and someone announced a contest of men they would like to spend time with. I was expecting an old woman to take the forum and announce the finalists. But an old man came up and decided on 3 men – that he wanted to spend some time with. The final name called out was Kent Crutcher. I hollered out - whoa, take my name off the list. But no one paid any attention to me. One man was standing next to me, about 6'4", 300 pounds, and he talked non stop to me, while the man at the podium was talking about his ideal man to have a talk with - one of the factors was a good personality. I hollered out - hey, this large man here is a good talker!! It all went on deaf ears.

The old grey haired man looked at me and said, I think I will let 2nd Luke 14 decide for me. I said - there is no 2nd Luke. And right before the old man was about to choose me as someone he wanted to get to know, I woke up (I suppose a dream like falling in the sky and waking up before you hit the ground).

In my life, I have noticed that God Yahweh has a sense of humor, I enjoy from time to time. Luke 2:14 New American Standard Bible (NASB) “Glory to God in the highest, And on earth, peace among men, with whom He is pleased." Not that the dream meant anything to me, I just found humor in it.

I was in a mega church, started out with get together, before the sermon. Very pleasant feeling, some people I know, but cannot remember who. There were servings of apples, healthy foods, a lot of smiling people there, 100rd's. I liked it. These people were all dressed traditional style, men in suits, women in the Sunday go to meeting dresses, 100% dresses on the females, tons of children, lots of small children. All the ladies and children, very bright colors, like when I was a child, Easter dresses type of attire.

I leave the service early, not interested in modern theology? I want to gather the left over food the people left in the other mega room, and take them home with me. The woman there looks at me strange when I tell her what I wanted to do, save the food from the trash, so I can take it home and eat it myself. But she agrees.

Next Scene – The church is connected to a large shopping Mall, something I did not notice until I start to walk around. All the stores have very bright products, things I have never see before, another world of products to buy, things not of this world, but very appealing to the eye, the desire to own them.

Next Scene – As I am leaving the Mall, heading back to the church, I am in the car, driving there. A woman appears in my car, about 50ish, not particularily attractive woman (from the side view), but I am drawn to her. Her voice is very pleasing and she has an old time Southern accent, a Bell of the South. Most excellent smile, but I really only see her profile from the left, she is in the passenger seat, as she talks to me. I feel a connect to her. She smiles and says – so........ "you have just been to church........ in the church I went to, we were taught that we had already died and gone to heaven and that we were living in heaven..... Well, soon, I learned, in my marriage, that was not the case (I was not living in heaven)" – all this in her strong Southern accent.

Next Scene – I am walking in the Mall again, taking in the sights of everything strange and new. There is a human doll, an AI human machine, maybe around 35, well built, sitting on a pedestal, blond hair, blue eyes, absolutely perfect, gorgeous facial features, white makeup, red lipstick. A father, perfect white face, about 35, with 3 young children, two of them girls, looks as if they had just come from church, traditional dress, the girls “well scrubbed”, beautiful children, handsome man – they go up to the human doll and the little girls smile brightly and say – look Daddy, she looks so real, and push her face with their fingers. The human dolls smiles her beautiful smile, that lights up a room, leans over and kisses the little girls on the side of the face. She keeps smiling, looks at me, stares at me, smiles that smile. I know it is the woman that just left my car, in the other scene, except younger, and I see her from the front view – old time Hollywood movie star looks, perfection in human. She continues to stare at me with her perfect face, that perfect smile, perfect eye contact, perfect oneness with Kent – it is a look of being in love with me.

I was at the Seagraves, Texas high school track field (the high school I went to), getting ready to run a mile race, with the best of the mile racers in the world (I just knew that in the dream).

In the real world, I had never been a miler, except when Jessi was a runner, I ran miles with her, in my late 30's and early 40's. In my 40's I could run about a 5:15 mile, right below Jessi's speed (5:07) when she was 12. The Bible speaks of running the race as best as you can, the race called life – do an internet search at Biblegateway.com on the word “race”. Jesus speaks to us in parables, so that his servants will understand Him, those who are not, will not. Matthew 13:11-13. But back to the dream.

The race starts, and about half way through the first lap, I remember my car needs some work, so I run over to it, parked next to the track and open the hood and look at the engine, and start to tinker with it. I come to my senses, run back onto the track, a lap behind. I kick it in high gear, start to make up time, moving closer to the best milers in the world. At 200 yards left, I have caught the best of the best, but I am totally exhausted. They pull away from me, last straight away, my legs collapse, and I begin to crawl on my hands and knees, 100 yards from the finish line. About 20 yards from the finish line, totally exhausted, not knowing if I will finish the race, on my hands and knees. The pain, all over my body, is great.

The colon cancer surgery was July 2018. I had been farming, time of this dream, 7 days a week, long hours each day, for 8 years, set aside all my liftime of training, as a servant, in genealogy, race, past civilizations rise and fall reasons, Christianity. I went into semi-retirement November 2021, age 68. I hope to return to the race, the farm operation was successful (I fixed the car) - March 2022.

I am not a Bonanza fan, care not to watch it on the oldies Western channel – my TV has not reception for over a year now, and I have not watched TV for 35 years, or read a newspaper for 30 years

But, in the dream, I was on the show, as a character, there in the living room with Ben, Hoss, Little Joe, and a rat faced man. The three of us "boys", each had bonoculars, looking out the big bay window where Ben's desk was at. Ben says to the man, I did not know that my boys were “bird watchers”. The man smiles and says, it seems that when I am around, something happens and men become that sometimes. Ben says, Interesting. The man in Ben's living room was a traveling entertainer, he had 3 Japanese Gishia girls that traveled with him, that danced their dance, dresses with little clothes on, just did sex stuff disquised as" bringing Japanese culture to the American West" - I just knew this, in the dream, was not told it. The girls were naked, taking a cloth bath, at the back of their wagon, as we three boys watched. Hoss said – will you look at that yellow breasted sap sucker. Little Joe says, yeah man, I wish she would suck some of my sap. I said Yeah Man, to Little Joe, look at that big yellow breasted wood pecker – Little Joe said, yeah man, I wish she would cum over and yellow breast my pecker.

I am at a large meeting, perhaps several hundred people, I am looking around and see several movie stars, talking, having drinks, doing what they do. I ask myself, why am I here, I do not fit in with any of these people. I see across the large room, Peggy Lipton looking at me and smiling. Peggy is the girl that played on Mod Squad, mid 60's, the pretty blond, she married an African man, living in America, Quency Jones, a famous music industry person. As a boy, I thought she was pretty, but I was not enamered with her – had not thought of her since I was a kid, watching her on TV. Peggy walks over to me, stands in front of me, smiling her smile, about 6 inches from my face, from her face. She does this for about a minute, smiling at me, I am the "man" - for Peggy Lipton. Then she turns and stands next to me, very close to me, and watches the crowd interact, the same as I was doing.

I was a a gathering of people, having a meal, and all the people there were going to speak about something, except me. Not sure how, but I knew that all the people at the gathering were on the Left. Not sure, but maybe they could not see me. I was about a foot taller than all the people there, and they looked normal height. I asked the question to myself - why am I here, I am not going to speak, and I care not to hear these people speak. A tall man, about like me, maybe 7' tall, walks up to me, smiles, and conveys a thought to my mind, without speaking - he says - because you are a Fiser Man. He walks off, not seeing him again. Not knowing his meaning, I decide to get a free meal, since I was there. Odd, it seemed like no one could see me, but I could see all of them.

The meeting starts, a whole table of about 6 people stand up and begin to talk, at the same time that they are eating, talking, doing their speaking, with food in their mouths. All of it, one cannot understand what they are saying. Rat face man steps up, says - "you know what, these two tables (the one speaking, and the one next to it) are going to speak on the same subject, and asks the 12 people to stand up and begin their dissertation, all at the same time, with food in their mouth - 12 people taking at the same time, with food in their mouths – symbolically, think of all the times you have seen this from coming from political types.

In the morning, not knowing what a "Fiser Man" is, I do an internet search - ". FISER -*Frontiers in Science Education Research*." I suppose I must really be a Fiser Man, as I think this gathering was something to remember, something to add to my 35 years of history research and readings, not in any public education history books - presented in a humorous format. :)

The Dream - I receive a call from an auctioneer. He says some “odd” items: have been “found” in a field west of Tahoka, Texas, just “appeared” there a few days ago – no one knows how they got there. - and would I want to see them before they are auctioned off. About 20 of these “odd items” have my name written on them.

I drive over, to Tahoka, south of Lubbock, about 45 miles from my farm homestead, west side of the town, maybe ½ mile out or so, not sure. There is a perfect circle of old tractors, perhaps 200 yards wide, grass about 12” tall - preserved, used, old tractors. I see Allis Chambers, Case, John Deere, Minneapolic Moline, others, all of them 20's, 30's 40's vintage tractors – not restored, but good condition tractors, that obviously had been used – you can see the wear. They all look to be kerosine or gasoline driven. I would guess that there were 100 in total, different peoples names, and 20ish, 1/5, had my name on them.

The auctioneer and I were walking around, looking. I go up to one with my name on it, push the start button, it starts, sounds solid. I turn it off. I see a a closely arranged, my name on it, maybe 10 minature tractors, like the big ones, except,you can pick up and place in the palm of your hand. I pick one up, blow off the dust, about a 2” long tractor, I see a tiny button, I press it, and the tiny tractor starts running. I smell gasoline, a gasoline driven minature antique tractor – that runs and sounds like a big one, but not as loud. I examine it as it is running smoothly, palm of my hand, amazed, then push the button to turn it off. In this arrangement of “minitures” on the ground, in the grass about 6” tall, there is a pile of something I have no definition for, no description. It has my name on it, this arranngement of “something”. The closest thing I have for this would be a pile of precious jewels, covered in dust. But they are not jewels like we know them, each a different shape, each made of materials I have never seen before. I picked up some in my hand, whatever the objects are, and the sensation I feel is one of great comfort, great ease of mind, running through my body, my mind. I sense a closeness to the positive spiritual world about me. I put them down as I found them, not wanting to, it feels so good, but I put them down.

The auctioneer, sort of bored looking middle age, fat man with huge gut, says to me – Man, your stuff looks like just a bunch of old junk to me, but I will pay you a few hundred dollars so you will not have to mess with it. I stand up face him closely, and say to him – WHO ARE YOU to auction off these great Treasures in the Field. They are not yours, to do anything with, to auction off. They have my name on each of them. I will send people, with myself, over to pick up all of this and take it home with me, starting today, I will protect these Treasures, on my own private property. I will gather up all I can now, by hand, and take those home with me now.

He stands with a blank stare on his face, and I say again, I will remove all of it in the next fews days, as fast as I can, do not touch any thing with my name on it. You touch any of these items and you will have a serious problem. He remains silent, cow look on his face.

After I woke up, what came immediately mind to me was the story of the Treasure in the Field as told in the Bible. I have a sermon on my Youtube page, 90 minutes, if you want to listen to it. This one 90 minute sermon changed the direction of my life when I was 34. I was an atheist before I heard it. I am not an atheist now.

This dream was like reading a cartoon character series, as you do it in the newspapers, with pictures and subtitles to the picture. Except I sensed this was one series that was never placed in the newspapers, as you will read why. The character in the dream had a human body, small in stature, less than 5 foot tall, but his head was a hybrid of a emoji, and a human face, and head – but his head was roundish. And his facial expressions never changed, always the same, except the emotions in the eyes changed – you could feel what he was experiencing, in his eyes, bright blue eyes. I will call him “Man” and the other two characters as “little ones” - they looked the same as him, except smaller – age 6ish in human terms. The dream was in vivid detail, vivid color.

Man appears in the downtown area of a large city, surrounded by very large buildings. I sense he is homeless, sort of ragged looking. His eyes show he feels dead. He is walking the streets of the city, and spots two small children that look like him, abandoned – very lost and scared look in their eyes, bright blue eyes. He goes up to them, bends over, takes one in each arm, carries them away. None of the many humanoid people around him objects.

Next scene (box in the cartoon series) – he has stolen a car, the two little ones in back seat – he speeds toward what looks like a lake, it is raining like Noah's Flood, extreme quanity of rainfall. He drives in what looks like a lake – I sense he wants to die, and take the little ones with him – to end the misery he feels – sense of fear, and determination in his eyes. The water outside the car never goes above about 3', but the car keeps going, does not flood out, it goes for miles, but does not go further downward in the “lake”. Finally, he sees a high spot about 10' across, a dirt hill, arising out of the water, he pulls over, stops the car, exhausted. His eyes show exhaustion.

A few minutes later, a Greyhound bus, appears, storming through the “lake”, going towards the city he came from – the lake was really an paved road, under water – unknown to the Man. Another bus appears, driving by, then a truck drives by. He has a look of defeat in his eyes – driving into a lake to kill himself, but the lake ends up being a flooded highway. He looks in the back, the little ones look to him for a sense of “save me”, he turns, falls asleep.

Next scene – a city arises up around him, a large city, as he sits and watches in the car that no longer operates. A Private Property sign appears next to the car, on the mound of nothing dirt, the city is exploding with construction, and many people. Very tall buildings, tons of car traffic around him.

Police show up, arrest him for trespass, he spends 6 months in jail. He returns to the car site, little ones still there, still in back seat, look of dispair in their eyes. Looks across the street, there is an enormous magnolia tree, providing some shelter, but the tree is dead – he takes the little ones, and himself, makes that his new home. Months go by, nothing changes, except the expansion of the city around him and the little ones. Scenes show him digging in dumpsters for food, shows him bring back the thrown away food to the little ones. Each time, his eyes show him relieved, smiling.

Final scene - he looks at the little ones, leaves them for a time, steals a Taxi cab, drives by slowly on the previously flooded road he came in on, looks at the little ones under the tree, drives off in the direction he came from, the original city scene, remembering the lost look in the eyes of the little ones he just left behind, in a box caption above his head.

Foreword - the founders of the Greek civilization looked like us - they came into an area that was populated by a darker people, dark eyes, short. These Nordic people conquered the primitive races. I call these Greeks - Adamic man. See my Adam book on crutchercpa.com. Other honest historians call them Aryan, and the whore mainstream historians that are employed at universities as historians, call them Indo-European - and these whores do not tell the masses that they were a white people, versus what you see in Greece today, a mixed darker people of Pre-Adamic, and Adamic. People, students, just assume the people of Greece today are the full blood descendants of the founders of Greece, ~ 4000 years ago, no one but a racist tell them differently.

"The Greek Woman speaks" was a dream I had early morning.

I was walking through a large university, a stranger, never seen that college before, lots of kids walking around, going to classes. A 6' beauty walks up to me, blond, blue eyes, slender, college age - she states - "I am a Greek, from Greece. Our people are sick and tired of the reverse-racism abuse, the perversion of our mores, in our own nations, worldwide, exhausted with watching our nations being overrun by alien people, watching the destruction of our nations by the enemies from within. It will soon turn violent and we will be forced to fight, to regain control of our destiny. Prepare yourself, Kent Crutcher".

Scene 1: A man, a very pleasant looking man, very pleasant smile, very pleasant feeling in his presence, invites me to see his house(s). Scene 2: I just appear there. Scene 3: Absolutely striking interior of the house, very bright colors of everything, unnatural colors, intensity I had never seen before . Giant window in the main room, house sitting on a hill, looking down on a beautiful blue lake, surrounded by pine tree forest – exceptionally strikingly beautiful. Three children, girl reading a book on the floor, like mine used to do, large computer screen on the wall, she never faces me, I do not know what she looks like, but she is about 16. Scene 4: My mind goes to another house, looking from the large window, from the main room, much higher, like on the side of a mountain, valley below, river running through it, surrounding by forest on each side of the river, the color, extremely bright and vivid. Absolutely remarkable houses. Not big houses, about the size of mine, but the colors of it all, extremely vivid. I look at the man again, he smiles at me. He says to me, telepathy, I have riches beyond your wildest dreams.

I wake up.

I lay there, fully awake, and say out loud, and in my mind also - who are you? This man smiles at me and says, in my mind - Odysseus. I know this to be symbolic, not the actual man in Greek history. Seemed so real.

I was an avid TV watcher until I was about 33, totally addicted to having the TV on, and watching it, if I was not working, at home, and not asleep. But about age 33, my Lord introduced me to lots of other information, and for the past 35 years, I have not watched the means to program the masses, in imagery, or read it in print, newspapers, for 30 years. However I see it, the programming of minds, in other avenues.

The dream centered around the TV characters in the series – The Big Valley. Victoria, back when, as the name implies (queen of England), was a wise, conservative, a rock, the ultimate mother figure to emulate. In the dream, she had on skin tight riding pants, with augmented breasts with a low cut blouse, a seductive look on her face, and more, below. Jared, a Biblical name, was the wise and educated brother, the attorney. In the dream, his nose was bigger, he was shorter, and more, below. Nick, from Czar Nicholas, whose who family was murdered by Bolshevik Jews in 1917, was the redneck brother, the family head, get-r-done common man, by whatever means possible. In the dream he had the arms of a weigh lifter, sleeves rolled up, very muscular, and more, below. Heath (sounds like an English peasant name), was the bastard son of Victoria's dead husband, blue eyes, blond, Nordic type, trying to prove himself in a dynasty world, he being from a "commoner" mother. In the dream, he was another huge armed man, and more, below. Audrey, the beautiful daughter and sister, was prim and proper in the old show, the ultimate girl next door. In the dream, she was wearing “workout” pants that showed her bottom half figure, leaving no doubt what she looked like naked. And her breasts were also enlarged super-sized with a stretch top, her breast hanging out, in large, her nipples showing though the tight blouse – ton of makeup, red lips. She dresses like modern country and western video girl-woman and country singing female performers – like street walking sluts (modern women think this is normal attire for them today). LQ Jones, a bit character in a zillion TV shows and movies, a redneck country boy image, back then. He was a Kung Fu Cowboy in the dream.

Side note: Mr. Jones was a real WWII soldier, and a character in the book – Battle Cry, a book I read and loved in high school. A scene in the book, in Boot Camp, the drill Sargent making his point about the difference between a gun and a rifle – pointing to a man's private section, and a rifle, then LQ and the Sargent chant together - “this is my rifle, this is my gun, this is for fighting, this is for fun”. LQ was also in the movie, Ride the High Country, where he was a miner and a thief of payroll gold, along with brothers James Durey (The Virginian), and Warren Oates, another cracker-redneck image in a zillion bit roles, and thief in that movie. And of course, the movie had stars - homosexual Randolph Scott and Joel McCray, and Mariette Hartley, innocent farm girl in the movie, doer-slut of all of Hollywood in real life.

It was about dusk in the town of Big Valley, the street lamps burning, lots of activity in the street, cowboys of all races drunk (lots of African American and Mexican cowboys, along with white ones), shooting the guns in the air, lots of noise and old time western activity everywhere in the scene. The whole Barkley family was centered around the sidewalk in front of the law office of Jared. Nick says - “I just hired those 5 white Kung Fu cowboys you see in the street tonight, not drinking, we have been having lots of theft of our payrolls, thiefs going up the trail to our gold and silver mines, so I had to do something to put a stop to it. Ben Goldandsilverman, over at the Big Valley Gazette has written about this in his newspaper, saying that the thieves are using the payroll money to finance people like Donald Trump and white supremacy movements, and white supremacy is the biggest danger to our democracy today”.

Ben is standing in the doorway of his newspaper, big nose, watching the revelry, and I, in my dream, notice a resemblance to Jared. Victoria says - “And Ben is a smart man, isn't he, Jared?”. Jared says “sure mother”, obviously not aware of his mothers thoughts. Jared is looking across the street at a 15 year old Mexican boy, both smiling at one another. Dumb Health, the blue-eyed blond, bastard, says - “yes mother, those are some evil people those white supremacist”, as Victoria has her big breast against his arm, holding his muscled arm in her hands, they look at one another, and one instantly understands why she accepts the bastard son of her dead husband into her home. Health looks down at her huge breasts, low cut blouse, and Victoria and Health smile, that smile, to one another.

A drunk cowboy starts shooting his gun off dangerously, and suddenly, a Kung Fu scream is heard – eeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooooo (like what you hear in a kung fu movie), and then a Kung Fu Cowboy jumps in the air, about 10 feet, turns a flip while in the air, kicks the drunk cowboy in the face 6 times before he hits the ground, then does a back spin crescent kick, and puts a razor sharp spur mark across the face of the drunk cowboy, about an inch deep - to remind him never to do that again, as he looks in the mirror each morning (this is my assumption, the making of the spur scar). Then the camera, shows a man in the balcony of the hotel, with a rifle pointing towards the Barkley family – then suddenly LQ Jones, does the Kung Fu scream eeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooo, jumps 20 feet in the air, travels 30 feet from across the street, over to the hotel balcony, kicks the man 20 times while in the air, chop to the throat, a death chop, man falls 10 feet to the ground, dead.

Heath says - “did y'all see what the Kung Fu cowboy did?” Camera shifts to 5 beautiful white women, not seen before in the show, standing next to the Barkley family, absolutely gorgeous white women, dressed like country singing videos on YouTube, nothing left to the imagination – skin tight jeans, low cut blouses, all leaving nothing to the imagination as to what they look like naked. One of them says - “yeah, you ladies need to watch ole Kung Fu Cowboy LQ, he is so quick it will slip into your electric socket and make a liquid deposit inside of you, lickety split, before you can say, lickety split.” The camera then shifts to Victoria and Audrey, with mischievous smiles on their face – and I know they want some of that quick Kung Fu Cowboy LQ.

From Wang Lung's laundry (named after the strong woman in the book, the Good Earth by Pearl Buck), steps out the owner, a young - Eur-Asian woman, augmented breasts, she looks at Nick, they smile discretely. Nick looks away, African American dance hall girl, European facial features, chocolate skin, and Nick look at one another, smile, not discretely. She has a half breed boy standing next to her, about age 6. Nick, a chip off the old block in adultery, is a dark meat lover.

In my dream, I look at the 5 white women that just appear in the scene, and the 5 white Kung Fu Cowboys, and wonder if they are really white supremacists that somehow the Barkley family must overcome, the real payroll thieves and I wonder how they will overcome these evil white people. Then I look at Ben Goldandsilverman, and wonder if he is not the one behind the payroll thiefs, wondering if he is using the Kung Fu Cowboys as a diversion to his getting rich off the Barkley payrolls? (but this is just Kent with an active mind-dream that wonders what Enquiring Minds might ask too.)

I wake up, look over at the clock, it says – 3:33, no joke. I think either me or the conveyor of this dream to me, is half devilish (½ of 666 = 333). :) I think, they were doing it to us back then (the original series with 60's mores, we were just not smart enough to pick up on it, today it is so obvious, the programming is even obvious, to the public school educated dumbed downed masses, where equality is the religion, stupidity the norm – even ole Heath should see through it all.

Somehow I and someone else I knew (cannot remember who) was forced to be part of an anti-facist group that tore up stuff. Except all the anti-facist facist group were movie stars, every one that you constantly see in the news today talking anti Trump-America-free enterprise. You know the types - including the black homosexual found guilty of the thing about the racists wearing the mega hats and painting his face white.

Well we were in some building tearing up everything in sight, and I was really good at it, the anti facist facist were in awe and how good I was a destroying everything in sight, they were jealous, a large muscular white man was good at it. Except there was one catch, I took all their personal stuff they brought and was tearing it up too, and they complained to me about it. I said - we are here to tear down all of the system, all of civilization, and your personal wealth are part of that system - get out of my face or I will tear you up too............. They complied and were left with nothing personal, "they owned nothing, but they were not happy". As we finished up the "project", all the movie starts stared at me, in hatred, but I was big and strong, have a Black in TKD, and had their baseball bats, so they kept their mouths shut about how well I destroyed everything, including what was theirs. Yellow school bus comes to pick them up. Dream ends. As I jogged this morning, I thought, in addition, what I should have done in the dream, was to strip them naked and burn all their clothes in the fires we set to burn down everything in our path - as - anti facist facist should have done.

kent crutcher

I went to a survivalist convention, lots of men, all men. I went in my underwear (covering my privates only_ with a 45 pistol put down the front, held in place by my sturdy waist band. Everyone else was fully clothed, fully armed, with ammo belts like a Rambo movie. Toward the end of the conference, they rolled out about 500 coats, marked - "Regular $500, now only $200. Perhaps it was really a coat selling convention. :)

Young woman comes up to me, I had seen her face sometime in my life, but could not place her, she was about 30, pleasant face, perfect body, only female there, comes up to me and says - "I hoped I would see you here, Kent". I put my arm around her waist - perfect body.

I suppose showing up in my underwear showed the crowd I must be an ultimate survivalist. :) And of course the ultimate survivalist must have a good looking girl to spend the upcoming hard times with. :)

End note – take a tbs of apple cider vinegar in the morning (you can buy it in pills), and a pill of Malic Acid before bed at night, and it will clean the crud off of your pineal gland – the link to the spiritual world about us.

Dream - One Act Comedic Singing and Dancing with the President of the United States. (7-1-22)

The current President of the United States, his wife, me, Emeline and JG were at my fathers old house, north of Wellman, Texas. I cannot stand to look at this man, or any of his family, much less listen to his senile ramblings. But he was there, and he started singing a crazy song, a short comedic musical, a 5 minute one act play. He was quite entertaining, singing, smiling, dancing, like the old movie dancing and musicals of James Cagney or Gene Kelly. My hatred for him was put on pause and I started singing and dancing along with him, as did Emeline and JG. The four of us were having a great time, the front porch of that house. I do not remember a word of what we were singing, or the exact dance steps, but we were as good a Gene Kelly and his dance partners!! His wife was watching from about 100 yards away, I assume she did not want to be around a racist, Nazi, hater, bigot, white supremacist. But as Ole Joe and I, and my two youngest children were putting on the short comedic musical, and very much enjoying it, she wandered back and joined us in the singing and dancing on the front porch of the old homestead. The dream was very vivid, colorful, and whoever sent it to me was quite the talent. Thank you whoever you are and I very much enjoyed it.

Looks to me like it has been there for a long time, but never knew it until August 8, 2022. Looks like it hurt when placed there too. Pastor Peters, the man who converted me to Christianity, when I found modern Christianity offensive to my good senses, offensive to a thinking person, about 35 years ago, used to talk about taking the brand of Christianity. He was raised on a cattle ranch.

Dream, a Trip, a Journey, But With Who? – Tales of Gilgamesh - maybe (August 17, 2022)

I, and a traveling companion were in a room about 10x10, time period, I do not know, 4 people there, including me. There were two sitting benches, one about 2' long, north wall, the doctor sat there, and one about 4' long, 90 degree wall from the doctor, east wall, where my companion and I sat. The room had no windows, no doors, totally enclosed, no way in, no way out. The people, me, a companion I cannot identify, a medical doctor, slender, tall, that somehow I know, but do not recognize who he is, and a man telling the story of his people over the centuries, I will call this man "locked up for eternity". The dream is very vivid, color, detail of faces and particulars. The four people are all Adamic, Aryan, whichever term you prefer.

Locked-up-for-Eternity walks back and forth in the small room, south wall, like a caged animal one might see in a zoo, just walking back and forth, wall to wall, but telling the story of his people. He says – my people were conquered. Our people went world wide after this conquering, but my sect - we arrived in this land of extreme cold, and was captured by a stronger people and forced to work here in northern Siberia, where we have been since the beginning. As I watch and listen to this man walk, and speak, I look at his face, and something is very disturbing with that part of him. It makes me very uncomfortable looking at him, about age 55 to 60. Lots of lines and wrinkles on his face, but something behind it all bothers me a lot. I fear.

The MD doctor, I somehow know to be a kindhearted man, generous to a fault, a bringer of goodness to this world - but I do not know his name, but I know him. He is about 55 to 60 in face, but like the rest of us, he is covered in very heavy clothing and a very thick coat, boots, and pants. He listens to the man speak and pace, as my companion and I do.

Suddenly Locked-up-for-Eternity is upon the doctor, like a wild beast, into the face of the doctor. It appears as if the face of Locked-up-for-Eternity becomes part of the face of the doctor, like it merged into the Doctor's face.. Intense anger and emotion from Locked-up-for-Eternity – then it quits, he pulls away, and he starts talking again. The words were something like – great suffering of my people forced to work here in this very cold land, cutting trees for wood in the cities, slaves of those who rule over us ..............

Then suddenly he sprang upon the doctor again, but before his face reached the Doctor's, in a split second, the doctor sprang forward, had a knife at the throat of Locked-up-for-Eternity, had him back against the south wall, furtherest away from where the doctor was sitting on his bench (north wall of the 10x10 room). The force of the doctor was great, pinning Locked-up-for-Eternity against the wall with a knife point sticking in the throat, of this very disturbing man. As this is happening, a image appears to me, I turn away from the doctor-Locked-up-for-Eternity-, to my right, the NE corner of the room - is a very large wolf, standing on his front legs, like a man his body leaning in that corner of the room, back legs, his back feet, about 8' high in the corner - a huge animal. The look on his face is defeat, subjugation – you have seen it when a dog cowers down to a man, or another dog.

I lay there in bed, eyes open, thinking – what the hell was that? I say to myself. The word Gilgamesh comes into my brain. I have never heard the word (or do not recall hearing it), so I get up and write it down at 2am, go back to bed and write this story down this morning. Brief description of Gilgamesh - https://www.worldhistory.org/gilgamesh/

Gilgamesh was an epic hero in ancient Sumeria, the first civilization on record. From that civilization, in my Adam book – read the Chapter 2 – here - http://crutchercpa.com/adamcpts.htm. Reading about Gilgamesh this morning, sounds like some of the things Adam-Addamu-Adar-Ad did – read Chapter 1. I ask myself if they are the same person? Adam fought and conquered the serpent worshiping people of that time period, and they still exists today, in different form. The sign of the serpent, used to be the sign of the great and learned ones, but that gift was perverted, somewhere along the way. I would say that Gilgamesh greatest fear was having a wasted life. For a full history on Sumeria, by Waddell, and English historian, about 100 years ago, go here - http://therabbithole.wiki/textsthe-makers-of-civilization-in-race-history-by-laurence-austine-waddell-1929/ I read it 30 years ago, I assume Gilgamash is discussed, I do not remember. Adam-Adammu-Adar-Ad is discussed, but not a whole lot. He was the first King of Sumeria, Waddell was not a religious man.

“Gilgamesh encourages hope in that, even though one may not be able to live forever, the choices one makes in life resonate in the lives of others. These others may be friends, family, acquaintances, or may be strangers living long after one's death who continue to be touched by the eternal story of the hero's refusal to accept a life without meaning. Gilgamesh's struggle against apparent meaninglessness defines him - just as it defines anyone who has ever lived - and his quest continues to inspire those who recognize how eternal and intrinsically human that struggle is”.

Man walks up to me and says – You have been elected to place the bell, outstretching in front of the Catholic church, hung from an outstretching pole on the roof of the church. We do this periodically, placing out the bell and we want you to do it. I say – I am not a Catholic, and I think – the current Pope is a communist and an enemy to Adamic people, my people. He says - he knows you are not Catholic, but I was the one chosen to do it - would I do it?, it is a very high honor given to you to do this for us. I say - show me your pictures of the work to be done, and look at them - I agree to do it. He is sincere. I believe him that it is an honor to be asked to do it.

Next scene – I am in a large warehouse and I know where the ropes and bell decorations are at, and I see them hanging from a rafter inside the building. I go to get them down, but there is no bell. I look across the street in this city, not knowing where I am at in the dream, I see a Mexican man looking at me from an office window there, the building is the Police Department, sign out front of building. He makes a sign that he will be down and talk to me. I wait. He arrives and says – I am a Detective with the Police Department of this city – I do not think you are the type of person I want to put up the bell for the festivities. You cannot be controlled, you are not one of us, you are a societal outcast. I selected someone else to put up the bell. End of Dream.

The Dream – The family of GH Crutcher, my father, was at his house, SW of Brownfield, 17 miles, very rural, no close neighbors. I am outside, see all the family members, but there is a change. My brother has a set of twin boys, now, real world, about 45 years old. In the dream, Gary had a set of twins, but they were women, about the same age, nice looking women. A bit passes outside the house, I see a pretty black and white bunny rabbit hopping around, as they do. Then the rabbit enters a short irrigation pipe in the yard, then soon comes out the other end, as I have seen rabbits do. I ask my brother whose rabbit is that, and he says one of the twin daughters has the ability to change form into an animal, and she likes being a bunny rabbit as you saw. I am taken back, and I know this is just a dream, as I watch it like watching a short movie, in my mind. Later, the daugher appears and I ask her about it, she does not want to talk about it, but I insist. She says, she likes being one, it is enjoyable for her, but one needs to be careful when doing it, that there are no animals around, or they would kill or eat you, especially dogs – none around at the reunion. She says – I like to do it in my home in Midland, lock my doors, shut the windows, draw the curtains. But............. she says the down side is cleaning up the rabbit dodo in the house afterwards, in the morning.

I dream a lot, and if I think it was sent by someone I should listen to, I look at the location of the dream (my father's house), and determine who sent it based upon that location. I suppose you, the reader, can think of this as just a humorous dream, or something more – your choice. November starts in a week – read link on this Irish-Scotland legend. https://www.irishcentral.com/roots/history/irish-legend-pooka

In his book, Journeys Outside the Body, by Monroe, he speaks of going to other states of consciousness, out of his body, as buddah monks have done for 3000 years. He talks about level 3, a time that looks like the pre 1900 America, except the inventions are different, and there is no electricity, it is not old America, it is somewhere else - “Level 3”. He said he saw a woman there, intensely beautiful, he wanted her. So he took the body of her husband, control of his mind, and had the woman sexually, the man losing all memory of when he was “occupied” by Monroe. Monroe said he thought he could occupy any living form, any shape, via his subconscious brain. Sounds like a great science fiction writer, but I believe it to be true, his diary of 20 years, with his subconscious brain. He formed the Monroe institute in VA, many going there the past 40 years, to take a trip, outside the body. https://archive.org/details/journeysoutofbod00monr/page/n9/mode/2up

And the meaning of this dream, my interpretation? – Gary does not have 2 twin daughters, it was just the vehicle to convey the message, by the sender (I am not smart enough to make up stuff like this). The message – (1) out of body, people can inhabit the body of a living creature, or (2) the pooka is a sign of doom – or - both. Personally, I think we are at the end of an age, the end of Jew rule from behind the scenes. Eventually we will return to a normal way of living, according to our genetics, not according to TV, newspaper, movie programming on ways to live and behave. Between now and then – much pain for the world.

https://youtu.be/G5sgbeLQLS4 Hour interview by Mark Moss. It discusses the digital currency planned, in coordination with the upcoming banking crisis, and dollar devaluations. If you have not listened to this woman, you need to. Ask her a question and she talks for minutes, non-stop, she is like a walking computer of information. I watched the video last night before going to bed.

I had a dream this morning with her in it. I was in a plane crash, and the dream was like watching the survivors on the ground, as if watching them in a movie, but I was one of the survivors. Plane debris scattered for a hundred yards, a large animal cage broken open, about a dozen survivors. Two older married couple in their 70's, me, Whitney, a 15year old boy in a trama mode, curled up on the ground in part of the plane wreckage, a young girl, curled up too in shock, not moving a muscle, a girl about 16. then maybe 8 other people sitting in the shade of the wreckage. I know and sense, the girl raised the lion mentioned below, she is the care taker of him, to the destination that stopped at this site. The scenery is desert, mountains in the background, no life around in this dry area. The scene shifts, like a movie camera in flight, about a mile away, a bloody spot on the desert floor, a human has been eaten by a wild animal. Camera zooms back to the wreckage area, and there is an african male lion, about 200 yards from the people on the ground, to the west, a dead human next to him, half eaten. He is looking at the humans, as he sits next to the half eaten body. I have an iron rod in my hand, about a foot long, several other people have something in their hand for weapons, one has a plastic coke bottle, turned upside down, empty, as if to use as a weapon. Whitney is staring off towards the mountain. End of dream.

In Line for Rebirth - Maybe - early June 2023

Early June 2023 - Seagraves, Texas used to have a hospital, I was born there, 6-4-53, so were my siblings. Right before you step in the southwest door, there is an open space where the hospital is protected from the cold and winds, 6x6 area, 2 doors. Today the building is used as a Senior center for daily lunch meals. In the dream, this open entry area was about 20x20, and had about 20 people in it. I was setting next to 2 men, we were dressing in attractive suits, and in speaking with the men, I could tell they were formally educated and refined men - they were higher intellect men. One exception to the well dressed of we three - I had socks on, but no shoes, I had taken them off because my feet were swolen and the shoes hurt my feet. The other 17 people were dressed as if going to Walmart, sloppy, unkept. The three of us were called into the "birthing area", not the 17, just the three of us, (I assume that is what it was, I was going to be reborn), into what used to be the rest of the hospital, the care rooms. I trying to get on my shoes, but there were to small - I realized that when people die, they shoes are left off, because the feet swell up, the reason my shoes were off - not sure why the other two men did not have the same problem. I think in my death, I was soon to be reborn, not reincarnated, but reborn - remembering all that happened in this life of flesh. End of dream.

Cruising in Lamesa, Texas - June 2023

About 1am, I was in Lamesa, walking around, city was lit up with business and house lights - I am taking in the sights, but I cannot find my car to go home. I come across a pub type bar, less than 6 people there, I ask a man outside where my car is, he just looks at me, like he sees me, but does not too. I say to myself, I cannot find my car, but I want to go home now. I open my eyes in bed. This was an involuntary Out of Body

Dance place in Seminole - July 2023

20-30 young people dancing somewhere in Seminole, after dark. I am walking around watch people dance, but it is sort of like I am floating above the floor. I ask one or two girls to dance, but they do not hear me. I wonder how I got there and how I am going to get home, and then my eyes open in bed. This was an involuntary Out of Body.

Flying Around at Night, to a Number of Cities - August 2023

Not understanding any of it, I am flying around in commercial flights (I assumed - how else can I visit several cities one after the other), visiting one city after another. It was like I would be in a city, thinking I had just left an airplane, but I do not remember being in an airplane, just seeing the city lights, then walking around in the city, then another city, same experience - did maybe 3 or 4 cities like that. Last one, I thought, "what is going on here", and I ask a woman I see if she will help be get home, I have no money, and I do not remember where my home is, except the address is 2196 FM 402, Somewhere. I say to myself - I want to go home, and then my eyes open, I am in bed. This was an involuntary Out of Body

Dream - Big City Destruction - War Zone (7-19-23)

Scene 1 - Looks like the remains of nuclear war, but it is not either, it is after a whole section of a large city is destroyed by burning and looting.

The dream lasted a good 10 minutes - vivid color, vivid detail. It starts off inside of a large mega center with much shopping stores in the surrounding area, the center of the center is recessed, below ground, high esthetics. Total destruction everywhere you look, some stores burnt to the ground, others look like a tornado has leveled them. The 10,000's of people of colored looters have already come and gone, but I know it was them, what remains are dozens of antifa types, all white men, carrying baseball bats beating up defenseless people for fun - scattered over a quarter mile square

People in shock, people sitting on curbs crying, half naked women raped, in shock, building devastation, everything in rubble or burnt to the ground. The look on their faces of antifi, the looters-assaulters is insanity, looks of hollywood demons on their faces. One older man sitting on a curb smiling, looking around at the devistation, obviously he is in shock. Store owners sitting in their stores sobbing, one diamond store owner the whole store torn apart, debris everywhere, none of his inventory left, he sits and sobs (the meaning I suppose is that not even Jews will be safe).

Scene 2 - In Tae Kwon Do we trained our last 2 years of 8, before the Black Belt, on club defense, and gun defense, it came in handy in this dream. I killed 15 to 20 of the antifi men, that was trying to beat on, or kill me. My kill was always a blow to the head, with my forearm or a bat I took from one of them, sometimes with their own bat, sometimes fighting more than one at a time - the last kills were 5 on 1. Sometimes hitting them in the head, the head just opens up and blood everywhere. I am covered in blood. I liked killing them.

Sometimes i am in my body, sometimes I am watching me fight from a distance, like watching a movie. Seemed real, not like a dream. Not something we want to happen to us or our business, home, city.

When I opened my eyes, I thought - Kent you want society to collapse, because that is the only way white people will survive the war against them, a war going on for over 100 years, kicked in high gear the last 20 years - if society collapses it will force them to accept reality and start to fight back, knock off all the word labels they are currently afraid of - racist, facist, bigot, Nazi, anti-semetic - and thus regain their nation, their destiny, their families, their God, not the judeo christian god in most modern churches, but the real one in the Bible. Then I think - God is asking you, Kent, if this is what you want, total destruction? My answer is to my Lord - give us an awaken, hard realities - our destiny is in your hands now, Lord, it has gone too far, we cannot overcome without your help. Inflict upon us - what is required - to be awaken from the slumber that will eventually kill our race on this earth. This "dream", was quite the vision, quite real. It was like I was given a look into our future, if we do nothing now. End of dream.

I read last night that Trump sent out a notice that he most likely will be indicted again for Jan 6, in 2 days, maybe Friday, July 21st. The times we live in are the greatest affliction upon the history of our nation. A crime boss sits in the White House. If a Republican is president next election, big cities will burn, that is a guarantee, our enemies will do anything to stay in power, anything........ Because I live rural, it will still affect me, not sure the extent of it, but we will be affected. In time, I am convinced that a type of internal war will start inside of America, where the uniform we wear will be the color of our skin. I feel certain of this. The next morning after this dream, I read an article on the internet where the CMT has banned this song - https://youtu.be/b1_RKu-ESCY Interesting.... Another just released song 7-27-23 https://youtu.be/EYIHOJOV4rE

Dream, but Not, From the Cave of a Gremlin-Fairy-Elf-Demon (September 19, 2023)

Sort of a wierd dream, but very vivid, clear, detailed. I appeared in a cave with attractive internal features, hard rock formations, but a big room, rustic, but clean and attractive. There appears a small child looking creature, male, something like, in appearance, one would think a gremlin, a fairy-elf would look like, but at the same time, he looked like a young boy, but clearly he was not young in our thinking of age. We fought for a long time, in the physical and he was fierce, but not as fierce as me. He shot "magic" at me, I stopped it with my hands and my mind. Whatever he did to me, I countered with something that kept his efforts to conquer me, put back on him. He quit, sit down, unable to have his way with me - he just sits, staring at the walls, defeated for the moment.

I looked around the cave like living quarters. It had modern conveniences, a kitchen, a living room, with a bed in it, TV, music, windows. I opened and went through the only entry-exit door and on the front porch was a large city, large buildings, busy busy people everywhere, walking right past me - I am invisible. I am taken to an elevator in my mind, watching people come out and in, people in business attire. No one can see me, but I can see them. Except one beautiful woman sees me and smiles at me.

I enter back into the cave where the boy looking thing lives. He is looking out of his window which shows a large river flowing past it. It is raining torrents, and you can physically see the water rising, raining so hard you barely can see the large river.

Someone pounding on the front door, the creature says, lock it, do not let them in, I do not want to be disturbed. I walk over, start to lock it, but the lock is missing, I try and hold the person from entering, but cannot. It is a grown man, very tall, at least a foot taller than me, nordic man, good facial features, in a robe, a magicians pull-over robe to his feet. He pushes his way in, looks at me and the creature, and says - the water upstream is rising at tremendous levels, and I must remove you two to higher ground, and this cave will be underwater soon. It is not safe here anymore.

End of dream.

What does it mean?. Jesus speaks to us in parables, riddles!! To me, the meaning is that the world is fast changing to a point where unless me make plans for ourselves, our "cave" will be underwater. I think it starts with hyperinflation, most people unable to their bills, buy food or fuel, heating, cooling. PANIC!! Over half Americans have less than $400 in savings. People on fixed income, current income is month to month living - dynamic times for a nation(s) that prints money like it is going out of style. Dynamic times in which we live. The meaning of the creature, figure it for yourself. For me it means temptation to do the feel good, take the easy road, vs what needs to be done, means the demons inside of us all, used against us if you let it. We either conquer the demons in us all, or it conquers us - it never leaves us, it is always there, conquer it, or it conquers us. From the Journeys Out of Body, by Monroe, when the "spirit brain" leaves the body, into what he calls Level 1, it cannot be seen by humans, with small exceptions

Suddenly Appear in Colored Town, Big City, Fighting For My Life (October 18, 2023)

I just "appeared" in this large city, right in the middle of nigger town, midnightish. I was maybe 20, and I knew what I know now, including how to fight. I was two people in the "dream", myself at 20ish and an observer of myself and the events that unfolding - like watching a short movie, as most of my dreams are like this. I was surrounded by black passerbys, the only white person, the streets were dark - I thought I need to get out of here, or I will not be alive for long. It was reality for a white man in the black part of town, Saturday night. With a minute or two. 3 niggers come up to me, and da say- he ax me -what the fuck you doing down here white boy, one of them pushes me. I hit him, he goes down, I fight the other two, they eventually go down. I walk off, same thing happens several times, and I put each mfing thug down, wondering if the next time I get killed. My TKD training, 6 hours a week, for 8 years, with my 2 youngest children, make me a good fighter with gun and knife defense training also - if up close I can take those away from the attacker, leaving them on the ground, unconscious or dead.

After maybe 30 minutes of this, I am "removed" from nigger town, and I am at the outskits of town, upon a hill, several miles out, but I can see the area where I came from. And I start walking down there, I left something behind.

About 5 city tough looking white boys, my age - The leader says - we have been watching you fight "from above" and man you are really tough tough - an excellent fighter. These boys are as tough looking as they come, one can see it on their face, and in their eyes. Then one asks me why I am going back, do I have a death wish. I say, I do not know how I got there, but, when I entered there, I had this special football with me, and one of them stole it, ran away as I was whipping up on his friend thugs. These white boys looked at each other, and then at me and smiled, I did not smile back. The leader, a blond, tall, slender, tough tough demeanor - he says, well Kent, let us walk back down there and see if we can find your football. We then start walking in that direction, no words. End of dream.

Meaning of dream - I really do not know, other than I suddenly appear there, the young men watch me from above - thus I must have been placed there to check my content of character - just because one is trained to fight well, does not mean they will when it is time to be tested. I already knew the answer to the question, I suppose my "watchers" wanted to see it for themselves - put me there to see, pull me out when they saw.

Dream - Wogs (1-17-24 6am).

Scene 1 - I am in a large room, I know what I know in the flesh, I sense I am 35, part of the establishment, part of this gathering. The room is like the size of a gymnasium, a big ballroom, tables set up to feed a lot of people, I am watching the people coming in, all dressed in suits, the women in nice dress clothes, about 200 people come in. The racial mix is 80% white and 20% India Indian. This is a meeting of very important people. I think - the Indian faces look like monkeys in suits and dress clothes. I walk outside, not wanting to be part of it.

Scene 2 - I am not outside anymore but in the house of my father's parents, in the guest room next to the kitchen. This must be coming from Daddy's mother- a guest in her house, next to her work room -Annie West Crutcher, 6 children (my first contact from her - I had been expecting it for months). A man that looks like Peter O'Tool, the English actor, comes up to me with a sincere look on his face, and I instinctively know that he is my friend, but in the image of the actor. He says - what is wrong Kent, is it the Wogs? I think - what are wogs? Then it hits me, that must be a word he is using for India Indians - I think, this is the word we use for blacks - niggers. I look at him and say nothing.

Scene 3 - The Peter O'Tool image and I are outside, watching white children play with India Indian children, young boys playing together. We see a boy that has separated himself from the play group, looking depressed and dejected. Both Peter and I see images coming from the brain of the boy and the images show his mother having sex with India indian men, lots of them. A tear comes down my cheek. Peter looks at me intensely and says - "I understand Kent". Peter then sits next to the boy, both sitting down on the ground, Peter puts his arm around the boy, the boys weeps greatly and Peter starts to weep with him.

End of Dream.

I open my eyes, get up, walk to my office and write down the word - Wogs on my notepad, go back to bed, and fall asleep again, and have a dream about Janie and me, apart since June 2023.

Get up at 7 - look up the term on the internet - WOG - Britain, slang, derogatory, ethnic slur - Any person who looks in-between "white" and "black": originally specifically an Indian. Jesus, who came for everyone, who loves everyone, all the pictures you have seen with black, brown, yellow, white children all around him - Jesus called the Cannanites - dogs. Read Matthew 15-24-26.

Event - Ball of Fire in My Face - (2-10-24)

In the dream, I was thinking about a woman, this woman - https://youtu.be/cnim2X0BBaE?si=gfTq3ahzseSPX65v - she made an "what is an angel" video, and another called, "are there really demons" video, that I watched yesterday. I commented on both videos, and the comment was still on both when I went to bed, she had not deleted them. In my comments I spoke of my first hand experiences. In the sleep, there was darkness all around us, and a space about 10' between us, and that space was half light. Mentally I was explaining something to her, a concept, but do not remember the concept. She was looking at me, listening with her mind, I was speaking to her with my mind, not verbal sound as we do in flesh. As this was happening, in sleep, she disappears, and what was space between us - a demonic face, "something" a mostly human appearance face, but intense eyes, intense anger towards me, appeared a few feet from my face, and a large explosion of fire exploding from behind it's face, engulfed me, my face first, then in total - I felt the heat, I felt the fear, in me, of the creature. I immediately woke up, sit straight up in bed, and went "whoa", mentally. I debated if should go back to the scene and face my fears, but I decided not, as I was not afraid, awake and thought I could handle it, mentally, if he came back. I must have hit a nerve, somehow, someway, in my comments on her video - or - what I was saying to her, in this "event". Got up walked around, shook off the experience, went back to sleep without it coming back to me.

Event - Excuse Me (2-14-24)

Having trouble going to sleep last night, went to bed at 8:30, laid there until 10, got up took a swig of sleep aide. 5 minutes later, laying on my left side, towards the bay window, in the middle of my bed, my left hand hanging off that side of the bed. Fully awake. In my brain, I hear this female voice, with some humor in it say "excuse me", meaning move you arm and I will get in bed with you. Sounded real, so I open my eyes and as I do, I feel this rush of energy going through my body, sort of like a mild electrical current, enter my 
mid body and then expanding through my top and bottom body. I see no one there. I say out loud - who are you. No answer. I say in my mind - who are you. No answer. So I just lay back and the tingling sensation in my body goes away. I say in my mind, I really 
want to know who you are, you need to tell me. No answer. When I heard the "excuse me", a flash of a pretty woman about 40 entered my brain, but it was not clear who it was, only that it was a pleasant image, light brown hair, nordic face, maybe blue eyes. 
When people deceased, or passed have come to me, they are always younger than when they died, like 35 or so, when they looked their best, I suppose.  I wonder what she did to me, the rush of current, energy?

This is the 5th time someone has climbed in bed with me, past few years, I felt it, then opened my eyes, and nothing there.  No, I was not "just dreaming".

Events - Kiss Me - (3-28-24)

3am - I am on some type of starship, lots of young people walking though it, sort of like walking through a 1/4 mile, very narrow mall - and I notice an old man with a face fitting mold that he has attached to his face, or the mold has attached itself to his face, like a piece of surran wrap, but no one but me can see it is an attachment, a moulding device. And when people look at him, they smile in large at him. The device, the mold, makes people smile, in large. I watch in amazement for a couple of minutes. I go over to him, remove it from his face, and put it on mine - and sure enough, I walk around the lineal, long mall thing, the long spaceship, and everyone smiles at me in large, where before they did not notice me much, like I was invisible. As I am walking around, seeing smiles from everyone that looks at me, I ask myself the question - I wonder what would happen if I put it on my goober, so I stick it down my pants, mold it around him, and instant hard on. I figure it was time for me to go home, so I go up to my commander, the man I report to on the spaceship, he is a young man, a Capt James T Kirk type, I with a hard on, and I tell myself I am too old to be working under a kid. I tell him about the mask, the mold, and he says he knows the inventor and will return it to him. I tell him goodbye time for me to go home, and he wishes me well. I open my eyes - reality here on earth, my bed, by bedroom - with a rock hard on -and it will not go away, for about 2 minutes, so I get up walk around, drink some cold water, and it goes down enough to go back to sleep.. Wish I had one of those masks-molds.

5am - I walked into a building, sort of looked like a place like JC Penny or Sears on the outside, and as I walked in, the building was empty - except - As I left the entry door, "things", initially, in humanoid forms appear to me - like walking thru Sears, the Mens dept, then Womens, then Coats, you get the idea. About 4 of these humanoid things appear to me, one goes, I walk on, another, then another, until I get to the end of the store, the exit door. Of the 4, I can only remember one and the following is how all 4 went and happened. Humanoid woman, good looking, comes up to me and says - I am going to french kiss you in a way you will never forget. I do not object. Her tongue goes in my mouth, and as that is happening, her whole body wraps around my body like a suran-wrap, it engulfs me, I am totally surrounded by her Ms Flexbody, like a Stretch Armstrong, except every bit of her body stretchs around mine. And as this is happening, her tongue goes down my throat, and I feel the sensation of her tongue, exploring inside my whole body, one part at a time - and - it feels really good, like an organsm everywhere her tongue goes, and at times, a whole body orgasm. I am liking it a lot, but after a while, while it feels good, it becomes an irritation, a foreign something exploring my body- so - I manage to communicate to her, mentally, that I have had enough and want to go on, I am done. I try to pull away, break free of her flex body, and then she says to me, mentally, I want it to continue, it feels sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good to me too, I do not want to quit.. But I struggle and break free of her, and she clings to me, like surran wrap, until I get into the next department and then she disappears and another humanoid appears. Except I cannot remember what the last 3 did to me, only that it felt sooooooooooooooooo good for a while then wanted it to stop and struggled with all of the them - to go to the next department, where they disappeared and another appeared. By the time I get to the exit door, I want no more of this adult amusement park- it was something to experience, definitely memorable, but I have had enough. About to walk out the exit door and this old woman, maybe 90 comes up to me and says - you look like you could be my grandson and I want to kiss you goodbye, I do not resist. She starts to kiss me on my face, and as she is doing so, it is like an old woman without teeth, kisses you, and she had no teeth. Everytime she kissed me, her slobber ran down my face, and I was dripping with her slobber, running down my face and clothes, I try to pull away, but she is stronger, and her kisses enter my body, inside, and as she moves the kisses around, inside of my body, it does feel sooooooooooooooooo good, but I have had enough and i want to exit, but she will not let me, I struggle, but she is stronger. An older man is sitting on the exit bench watching it all, and he breaks out laughing, and will not stop, and I scream out - IT IS NOT FUNNY. He keeps laughing, and I say to the old woman, still working on me - go do it to him, he will like it more and so will you - so she does. I watch him squirm, and then I say to the old woman- suck him down there, pointing to his privates, and her face brightens up BRIGHT, and she starts sucking him though his pants, and he just goes nuts. His wife looks at me and gets mad at me for getting all of it going, then she bends over, looks at what the old woman is doing to him, and laughs out loud, and starts joking and making fun of him the way he was doing to me. I head towards the exit door, about to exit and the old woman still doing her thing on the man, and his wife rolling with laughter. I start laughing too, wake up laughing, lay there in my bed and laugh a good minute, and cannot stop - cannot remember laughing so much before. I cannot stop. End of Journey.

Another Place (4-21-24)

I went to another place at about 6:30 this morning.. I awoke in a room, set apart from others. Outside was a busy small town, lots of people shopping in local stores. Loia is a local store owner and she smiles as I go in, she says - you have been sick for a long time, you look good, Son about 13 starts to cut up something like a melon, but it is not, but it takes delicious and I cannot get enough of it, its color is bright. We, Loia, EC, JG, drive home in a vehicle, but not exactly like our cars. Our houses is on maybe 20 acres, lots of houses around about the same spacing, small house, Odd shaped house, not like any here, children sleeping is outside in container looking things. Everything looks different, than what I have ever seen, but all the people are white. I ask Loia the name of the place and she tells me, but I cannot remember, 4 sylibals, fairly tell book name. I ask her for a map and she says it would mean nothing to you, Texas is not on it. I am uneasy, not comfortable with my new environment. Where ever it is Loia has gone there first and has been waiting for me. Pleasant, dutiful children. Loia loves me in her eyes, like old times.

Wierd Roller Coaster (4-22-2024 6am)

The ride had a driver in front, an emotionless young woman, age 18 to 22ish, blondish hair, pretty face, zero emotion in her face, like someone hardened by life and duties. The roller coaster was on a track, like what we know, but there were no seats, only a web like, root like, tree branch like structures on tracks. One had to wedge oneself in a tight spot to stay on the structure, it was like riding a never ending tree root, with no logical concentric structure on which to attach oneself to. The ride was fast and wild, sharp turns, sharp up and downs, and it was normal for people to fall off, not strong enough to hold, so they fall off and get killed. I watched it before I got on it, watched people get killed. A voice inside of me told me I had to ride it, it was required, so I waved the young woman to stop and I climbed into a tight spot, wrapped my arms and legs around a root like stucture, wedged myself in a tight spot as best as I could, and she took off. I was doing ok, because my whole body is strong, I was going to make it, going to live. Then a freak thing happened, the young woman fell off her driver spot and was laying on the ground, surely would die. I scream out STOP, and the machine did. I unscrewed myself from my secured grip, picked up the woman in my arms, and carried her back to my place on the ride of life or death - or maybe a better place, cannot remember. I pulled her tight up against me in my arms, squeezed myself securely with my legs around the root looking structure, pulled her securely next to me, as best as I could, and told the machine to go and it did - fast and wild as usual. I felt something from the woman as we staying securely on the machine - it was like her soul entered mine, a type of peace entered me, I felt from her, a look of love and intentness in her face for me - it was like she had never been taken care of before, and all her feelings, because of it, were released into me. I knew then she would always be around for me, never leave me, always trustworthy, because of what i had done for her - save her life, from death.

Sort of a side note, holding her in my arms, we were both clothed, but I could see her breasts through her clothes, clothes just like what we wear. He breasts were odd shaped, tubular and maybe 6" long, maybe 4' across. I have seen a lot of tits in my life, when young in college, never saw anything like those, she a human face, human everything on here, but her breasts. I liked them, so unusual, I liked them. She was a hybrid something.

Beautiful Girl Planted in Field (4-24-2024, 6am)

I was on my JD 8120 tractor, with the planter on the back, planting a crop, but I do not know what crop I was planting. It was not my field, but I knew whose it was, I think it was them that sent it to me. This world of flesh, it would be cotton or maize. I had just gotten started and a voice told me to stop, something needed attention, but what that was I do not know. Over the years, I have learned to stop and listen, when I am told to. I got off the tractor and walked around the tractor looking for something broken, then around the planter, looking, but saw nothing. Returning to the tractor, back behind the planter, I saw something in the soil that did not look normal, so I dropped to my knees and started removing the top soil with my hands. I was quite taken back when I started seeing a white, unblemished face. It was a beautiful young woman, early 20's, perfect face, very white complexion. I continued to remove the dirt and she had long blond hair. As I removed the dirt, it was like she was not soiled or dirty at all, her face was perfect, her hair looked fresh washed and sun dried, her complexion was pinkish, rosey, whitish, and although she had her eyes closed, I knew her eyes were brilliant blue. Her face was not decayed any, and it was like she was sleeping and all the work I did to uncover her, did not disturb the sleep she was in. I uncovered her body, right below the surface and she was fully clothed, clothed in a mediveal European apparrel, like a folk dress you might see in modern mediveal European festivals - bright colors, and lots of them, dress to her ankles, sandel looking shoes. Healthy face and hair, slender build. Event ended - I wake up, very difficult to focus, it was like I was waking from the dead, difficult to hold my eyes open, like I am drugged, but I make myself stay awake, and make notes on my note pad next to the bed..

I do not know who sent this to me, I do know I am not creative enough to think this up. My interperation of it is that for 35 years, I have been sewing seeds, in my essays, books, youtube and bitchute videos, lifestyle (everyone knows Kent is a racist), speaking to people in public, sewing seeds to bring about a nation of only white people and only white people heritage. Multi culture, multi racial, multi everything kills the host, and we are the creators, the host on which the other races, especially the jews, feed and prey off of. If my seeds come to fruit, the Sleeping Beauty is what it will look like. It could have been Scota - that is how I could picture her in my mind.

Memory Drinking Cup (4-27-24, 12:02 midnight)

I woke up at 12:04, so I think the event was shortly after midnight. Only a handful of times have I had events in my house while asleep, but this one started in the space between my living room and my kitchen. I was the only one there and I noticed a drinking cup floating in mid-air, as if, "here is a present for you". But before I grasp it, it looked sort of like a "cooler container", where your drinks stay cool or stay hot for over an hour. The height was about 5" and maybe 4" across - like a big coffee cup. But what was unusual about it was that the outer coating looked like two dozen human hands interwoven together, in a non concentric manner, no order. It had a realistic look of human hands, technology not of this world. Right as I was about to grasp it from the air, a voice said to me - when everyone but you touches this, the hands will not be human, but simply a realistic hands drinking cup, realistic in that the hands look human, but when they touch it, it is not real human hands. For you, the hands, you touch, will feel like a normal human hand, and each of these hands are of people you knew in your lifetime of flesh that you admired, respected, liked you, respected you and you liked them. And each one you touch individually with your fingers - the thoughts of you and that person will resonate through your body and you will remember the pleasant memories of that individual person. And, you will feel what they felt for you also. You will know and feel the difference between your and their feelings. And each hand is different, a different person, a different feelings, emotions, memories. You select a hand by touch with your fingers and the process will last as long as you stay connected by touch. End of event.

I lay there awake, thinking about it, and wondered who sent it to me. There were quite a few people, passed, that would have had their hands on it (people I would like to meet with again), for me to touch and remember. A cup enclosed in human hands, hands of people we admired, respected, liked or loved me, and they felt the same about me - touching their hands when I so desired. Scota's birthday was 4-26-96, she would have been 28.

A name came to mind, so I looked up his name and he was not deceased, I think. Also, the change of a day means something, midnight, a new day is upon us, as a nation, as a people, as families, as individuals. The end of an Age, the beginning of another Age, we are living in the middle.

Pam Ivy Dreams (4-30-24)

6am - I was at a gathering in Seagraves, looked like a mass reunion of all classes and it was held at the football field. Whoever sent it was a former football team mate, or someone associated with that sport. I was walking around, and saw Pam Ivy, the class beauty, football head cheerleader, homecoming queen. She looked about 25, a beauty, dark hair, blue eyes, about 5'1". Not smart, we always had a thing for one another. Years ago, after Loia left, she was living in Andrews and I invited her to a homecoming pep rally in Seagraves, one Friday afternoon. I had called the principal and told him to announce "a former homecoming queen was in the audience", which they did. Pam said - I wonder how they knew about that? I looked at her and said - yeah, I wonder how they knew? She looked at me and said - I am going to kill you. I saw her a couple of years ago, 50th reunion, still a pretty woman, still had her figure. Back to dream - I walked up to her, and both of us felt the old days returning, just looking at one another, no words spoken. I looked off at the school building, looked back at her, she understood. I walked over to the school door, waited and watched her. As she was moving towards me, someone stopped her to talk about every 5 steps. I thought, oh well, everyone liked her, and she deserves to feel it again. End of dream.

11:30 pm - I was at some type of meeting, in a classroom, waiting on the instructor to appear. I heard it was AD Shaver, my head football coach. He entered the room, smiled and looked at me. End of scene. Next scene, same building, I was spending the night, woke up from sleep and went looking for a place to pee. Stumbling around half a sleep, I walked into the womans bathroom, a young woman in there, just looked at me. In walked Pam Ivy, dressed in a skimpy bra and panties, like a ad with a beautiful, perfect figure woman. She walks in, looks at me, and I say, is this the woman's bathroom? She shakes her head yes, and I say, excuse me, and she looks at me like, please do not go, I want you to stay with me. But I walk out, to find a place to pee, and walk through a door and the pee places are on the grass, so I turn loose on the least nasty one. Robbie Welcher, another classmate walks in, watches me pee and says something about prostate problems, I am drizzling a bit. He says something about AD Shaver. End of dream.

AD Shaver died 20 years ago, was a cripple the last years of his life. I wonder if Welcher is dead. Wonder if Pam is dead. More about my experiences with Pam, Shaver, and Welcher, but I will keep those to myself for now. Ted McKenzie, a classmate, football team, died 11 days ago. I no longer have a thing for Pam, so I look for reasons these dreams came.

Loia Dream and Ball of Light Enters My Head (5-27-24)

5-27-24 – Three dreams about Loia last night and this morning, and event at the last of one of them. Each dream she was glad to see me, the last one she was at my farm. The middle dream – the place was not my house, but somewhere I had never seen before. I saw my father there and he smiled, perhaps he sent the images to me, knowing my state of mind these days. In the house, I had a nice bedroom to myself, and as I walked through the house, it was laid our haphazardly, with beds, resting places not making sense. Emeline was a little girl with a bed in the living room. There were other children around, maybe 6, and I am not sure who they were. Loia was in a room with a friend of hers, both women were about 35 – in most of my past dreams, most of the people in the dreams are about that age – 25 to 35, peak of good looks for them, GH, my father, was about 50. I am not sure of my age, but I sense the age I am now. I walk up to Loia and she has that old Loia smile when she loved me. She smiles and says hello. I say to her – Loia what would be nice would be for you to spend the night with me, in my bed. She smiles and says OK. The woman in the room smiles back as us. I start the walk back to my bedroom, and see Robert Plant (Led Zeplin star), as an old man, trying to sleep in a living room chair, sideways, he cannot get comfortable. I instinctively know this is Loia's boyfriend, an old man, that was someone back when, but just old now. I wait for Loia to show up in my bedroom, in the dream, then wake up. I lay there thinking about it, half awake, half asleep, sort of in a meditative state. My eyes closed, a see (in my mind) a ball of light enter between my eyes, into my head. The light is the size between a golf ball and an old time marble. I wonder if this was my spirit re-entering my body – wonder if this dream was some kind of journey out of my body – somewhere. Our spirit has to have some shape, some form, right? So was this it?

Rush of Feel Good Throughout My Body (5-29-24)

I was taking a test, in a classroom, as I have done a dozen times in a dream. This time I was prepared for it, but the subject I do not know, other than I finished it, thinking I made 100. I was checking my work, as I always did in college, after I met Loia (I became an excellent student after I met her, before her, not), checking my work in the dream, but I could not get comfortable, so I sit on the floor and spread out the test material. I looked up and I was the only one left in the room except for my beautiful teacher, I asked - is it time to quit - she smiled and said yes. I gave her the test, but her eyes were terrible looking like a terrible infection. I said - here use my shirt to wipe your eyes on, wipe the infection off, and she did, but they still looked terrible. I had a class I needed to go to, but I said, let me drive you home, she said yes. Before we moved further, I pulled her to me, embraced her, and she let it happen. She was 35ish, dark brown hair, very beautiful, blue eyes. I said - I love you and have since the first time I saw you. She kept her head bowed low, just let it all happen. I knew I was in a dream, and said - who are you, you have been my teacher in all these classroom dreams, haven't you? No response. I put my face next to hers and instantly extreme feel good flowed throughout my whole body. I kissed her, the sensations intensified. End of dream.

Next dream a couple of hours later - I appeared in a room with maybe 20 women. Most were 35 to 55, some were lookers, some not, some overweight, some not. As I walked around the room, all of them looked at me, smiling, like they wanted to dance, and no one asked them, and I was nice looking. I approached one, a looker, put my face next to hers, and extreme feel good flows thoughout my whole body. I kiss her and it intensifies. I reach down to put my hand on her pussy, but only empty space. The "music and dance" stops. I walk around, and do this to maybe 6 women, and each time the same thing happens - extreme feel good, something I cannot describe, it can only be felt - like a rush of best feel good, one cannot imagine. Before I leave the room, I see one man sitting there, with a beautiful woman next to him, and I want to approach her and feel, her feel good - but - I think - he is her husband, and look away. End of dream.

Someplace Beautiful (5-30-24)

I was at a gathering with dozens of men, and from above, like in an air balloon, from a distance, looking down, like we were all in flight, but stationary. We were overlooking a beautiful valley, with thick trees on the sides of the valley, with the valley having no trees, but a river running through it, lush green vegatation valley. Except it was not a mountainous area, but more like a long running deep canyon (sort of like a combination traditional valley and the Grand Canyon) with the thick growth of trees on the sides, out of the valley. The sides of the valley, the land was relatively flat, not West Texas flat, but not mountains. This scene was lined off, platted off, not actually platted or roped off, on the ground, but like looking at a "simulation" of what the living development was going to be like. It was still a raw landscape, but we were shown, like a layover map with lines on it, of what private ownership of this new "development" was going to be like. The valley was "U" shaped, with the closest plot-plat, at the bottom of the "U", and this plat was such that as you looked out over the canyon-valley, you could sell it all. It was like the end of a cul de sac, with the end house getting to see the entire cul de sac. Perfect view!! The man that was in charge of telling us who was going to own what, looked familiar, then I realized it was Tucker Carlson - obviously a symbolic face of importance in the world we live in today - he is a spearhead in reporting the wrongs in this world today, perhaps the most important man is such things, in our world today. He looks at me and says, Mr. Crutcher, this end plat-plot is yours, and I think it is the most valuable one in this "development". End of dream.

Dream with Lena Loewen Weiler in it (7-9-24)

It was quite an involved dream, two different locations, but it ended in a house, that was their family house, and that house was 2 miles north of me, the 300 acres where I turn off to go to the GH farm. It was quite an elaborate house, basement, two stories above that, with a huge family room - something a mennonite would build. A family member was very unique and I will not discuss this girl in this presentation. But I awoke from the dream, fully expecting for Lena (Helena) to contact me today, which she did not. Lena and I had an affair, about 15 years ago - starting a year after Loia left me (Loia had nothing to say to me during that year), I met her in Seminole, her husband drilled over 10 irrigation wells for me, and the day we met, she would not stop calling me, showing me attention, like 5 to 10 times a day. She was 25, I was 55, she was pretty, dark brown, pretty blue eyes, and I loved it all the attention from a young hottie. It lasted for 2 years, and will not go into the ending. I have not heard from her for this 15 years, but several times, I have received calls from a "private number", with no one responding when I answered the phone - and she was the only one that I knew that had one of those. But back to the dream, I fully expected to hear from her today, the dream was so emotion filled, and realistic - but I did not. Odd event in Seagraves today, the town between Seminole and where I live - she lives in Seminole. Went into a gas station store, to get a hot chocolate, but it did not work. Saw a woman that looked familiar, and said that to her, she was maybe 50, blond, blue, not pretty like Lena, but looked ok, slender. She looked like a Texan, but said she was from Seminole, and I said - you are not mennonite are you, she was in jeans, no scarf, looked like a working farm woman. She said she was a mennonite. Conversation got around to her name, it was Lena, then she said Helena. I told her about young Lena, 15 years ago - thought she might know her, smiled at me - it clicked with her that I cheated with a married woman. The woman was interested in me. She said, her father farmed around Brownfield and Wellman, so did her brother, and their name was Klassen, the father was retired. I had a man, named Klassen drill 3 irrigation wells for me, his son the last one, and his son said his uncle bought the place, where the house was at, in the dream this morning, this was 3 years ago, his last name Klassen too. There is no house on that land.

Dream, Clara Francis Approches Me and Says Look - You and I are Dancing on American Bandstand (7-11-24)

I forgot all the dream, except the end of it, which is in above title. Clara was a black girl in my class, from one of those black families that expected from their children, she graduated high school, as did her 2 brothers. Clara died young, before she was 60. Back then, black and white did not date, nor did they dance together. My guess is that she likes the way I dance and wanted to say hello. She passed a few years ago.

Dream, Beautiful Woman Kisses Me (7-13-24)

Some thing happens before this final scene, but I cannot remember what it was. Final scene - I am laying on my back, thinking about the dream I just had, within a dream. A beautiful young woman, maybe 20 to 25 kneels down to me, and asks me if I want her. In all my dreams and visions, I never use my mouth to talk, but just my mind, mental telepathy - all all the characters in my dreams do the same. When she asks me - do you want me, I think - I am old and ugly, she wants something from me in return. I think whatever it is, it will cost me, a lot, she being one of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen - beautiful face, blond, blue eyes, perfect body. She says - obviously you are a numbers man. I think correct, she knows me, probably well. She slowly bends over and kisses me on the lips. It feels wonderful, not like a normal kiss, plus her lips have something on them where they sort of cling to my lips, sort of something sticky, but extremely pleasant, seems like the kiss lasts for 30 seconds, feel good all that time. In fact it felt so good, it wakes me up, and I realize I have this super hard on like when I was a kid - and it will not go away - a kiss that makes a hard on for a 71 year old man that will not go away. But after about 4 minutes, it did. For the past 10 days or so, every sleep period, the most beautiful women have come to me, to be with me, each one different, each one very beaufiful, each one very unique. There is a spirit world, and that spirit world contacts us, if we will but be receptive, feel, experience. I have not gone nutty in my old age. kent

Buffy and Birthday Girl (7-14-24)

It is my opinion that where the dream occurs, it is the person, if deceased, the person that used to live there that sends the important message - or the entertainment. This dream was at my aunt Lillian and uncle Raymond's house. I was young again, like high school or college age, there was a young people party there, and the birthday girl had a crush on me, and we were spending the party together. And of course, she was gorgeous. But there was another girl just as gorgeous, that would not stop looking at me, someone comes up to me and says - hey man, Buffy has a hard on for you, but of course I knew that from the way she was looking at me. Of course I wake up with a hard on that will not go away, like I had a hard on shot. End of dream. This "Buffy" thing sounds like it came from Raymond, he watched tv all the time and would have watched a show called Buffy the vampire slayer - which I never watched, but I remember the face of the girl, and my Buffy was 5'8, blond, blue, beautiful, more so than the tv one. And Raymond always had a joke to tell, he could laugh at harder than the recepient. 11th day in a row, beauties have visited me, all different, all knock down beautiful. lol.

Great Wealth, Great Beauty in Gold and Jewels (7-23-24)

I was in a place, everywhere you looked were diamonds, jewels, ruby, stones of value of every type you can think of, every design of gold and silver, of just about everything you can think of. It was a huge place and the displays of all this seemed never ending. Great beauty, great wealth, everywhere light shown. And there were other people there, and almost all the women, would look at me, then look away, as if I were a toad, a nothing, a very ugly man. All but the last two, of maybe 100. They were average in appearance. It felt real, the sex with these two women, not magical, like all the great beauty and wealth around us all, but it felt real, so much so it woke me up. If there is a heaven of great wealth like above, I saw it - excluding the people there, I saw it.

I will call it the Robbie Welcher dream, because it was so odd, the dream did not match the Welcher I knew. Back then, as big children, we called each other by our last name.

I was working at first what I thought was an income tax service, then after the first scene it became more. A co-employee came up to me and said the plastic surgeon wants us to do his tax work again, and then I said - I will go get the file, I did it last year. The file room was a mess, probably 1,000 to 2,000 files and they were not in alphabetical order. But I scanned the fileroom with my eyes, then palm out towards all the folders, and the folder slid out of its location for me, and then I got it, put it on my desk. Robbie Welcher, about age 25 to 30 in the dream, then called me to his desk and said I want to show you this house that I designed, it is very nice, very cool. So it was then I knew the business I was in, was an "all" professional services firm, including residential house design. His computer had a large screen, which presented it all, in clear, easy to see and read detail. He said, let me show you the floor plan first. It was a large house, and he went room by room in explanation. He then said, "watch this" - touched the front of the floor plan, meaning front of house, and the house from the front view was shown, and it indeed was a beautiful house, and he touched all the points of the floor plan, and each time, the visual of the outside of the house was shown, and he did this from all angles. He then touch with his finger, each room and each room detail opened up to show that room with furniture in it, ,what Robbie thought looked good from an interior perspective - and it did look good to me too. He then punched all the outside gardening, and each time up popped a picture of what the exterior gardening was going to look like, all the bushes, flowers, trees, on the exterior, up next to the exterior scenes of the exterior of the house. So............... in this big screen, we were looking at 2 dozen pictures, of the exterior of the house, all angles, the interior rooms with furniture, and all the gardening and vegetation surrounding the house, as well as what one saw looking out across the countryside, and this house had no neighbors - the distant scenry was pleasant. All this - was only on paper so to speak, and Robbie had linked it all together. In this contact, I said - I am impressed Robbie, I did not know this type of creativity was within you. Obviously I have never seen software do this, and I would be surprised if the technology existed today, to do it. It was like out of a science futuristic movie. End of dream of advance technology that does not currently exist. Yeah, I think a dead man came to see me.

About Robbie Welcher - he was a classmate of mine from the 4th grade until high school graduation, and then for one year in college, we lived in the same dorm. In Jr. High, Scooter Chumley picked on Robbie, relentlessly, then Robbie one day got the guts to fight back, and got on top of Scooter, and beat his face to a pulp, litterly to a pulp, swolen all over, like someone took a baseball bat after it. Robbie probably had a higher IQ than average, was an average football player, no track, no basketball. He started smoking marywanna in high school and he just liked drug use so much, it never left him, his love of drugs. He quit college after a year, married a pretty girl he met in college, worked in Seagraves in the oil field, divorced, then worked as an LVN the rest of his life, all the free drugs he could get away with - worked at a nursing home when he got older. No ambitions, just took up space in life of flesh. I saw him once after college in Seagraves one summer,while I was still in college, he lived alone like a pig, a pig high on drugs, and contacted him on facebook when he was maybe 63 - no return contact. He lived in Corpus Christi, with his mother and son, he was till a LVN. He had a post on FB that said he hated Trump and all would be fine if we would just accept socialism as our lord and savior. I learned how to drink beer and smoke cigs as a freshman, no athlete, under Robbie as teacher. There were 6 of us in his dorm room watching Star Trek, one afternoon. He and I got in a friendly scuffle we saw on tv, he picked me up in a bear hug, rammed me against the masonite brick wall a few times, then put me down, then bragged he whipped Crutcher's butt. He was about 180, I was maybe 200. I said - Welcher, we were just playing around, I let you do that. He said bullshit, I whipped you butt, admit it!!! I picked him up by the crotch of his pants with one hand, and the top of his shirt with the other, deadlifted him above my head, rammed him against the brick wall - hard - and his just lay there groaning. He had trouble walking for 2 weeks. Moving irrigation pipe for 11 years, 2 months of the year, age 6 to 17, does add considerable strength. I still smile, 53 years later. Poor Welcher thought he whipped the "man"

One has to wonder about this - Obviously anyone that knows me, knows that I think when you die, it is in flesh, but not spirit, and our true self comes out in Spirit. But if the Bible is correct, it is either heaven of hell, for Robbie, no doubt, based upon his life, he would go to hell. Robbie had a worthless life, threw it away, and deserves nothing but Sheol, darkness, eternal silence and darkness. But if the spirit brain is different from the flesh brain, did he contact me, in spirit? Looked online for his death in Corpus Christi - I see he is buried in Brownfield, death was July 3, 2022 - so says "Find a Grave" - Terry County had a fire and never sent anyone around to re-re-cord all the lost records - they have no record of him. What kind of world is this when there is no grave marker of Robbie, no record of official death, and no one in authority cares? Like he did not exist..... He and Danny Hulse were drug buddies, Danny has come to me in dreams twice. Danny died 12 years ago, buried in Brownfield too. Ending thought - I think the spirit world can see into the future, and then warn us, advise us, if we listen. Or was it just a dream that meant nothing. Or was it just a friendly contact to say hello.

A State Farm Man (September 15, 2024)

GH and I were moving a couple of breaking plows over to the Raymond farm, and the tractors looked like mine, but the breaking plows were not mine, but not sure. Quite a few people over there, and I think I got a glimpse of Raymond, and GH was serious as usual, wanting to get er done, sort of his usual frantic mode. Maybe 10 other people there, some mexicans, and I have never had mexicans in my dreams before, in this dream they were farm hands. I parked and unhooked from the plow and someone said, this is the wrong plow, but it looked right to me, so I walked off. A muscular man with a large smile walked up to me and said - Hello Kent. He then said, I wonder how many people will remember you were an insurance man with State Farm. - which I was not, but I was an insurance adjuster, my first job out of college, age 22, I hated it. The man was not as muscular as JG, but maybe more than me, not sure that I look like. And the man was about 35, good facial features, and I had never seen him before, but he looked like the man in the picture below, except like I said, in the dream, he was about half that age, as in the picture. He was about my height.

The man in the picture is George Mecherie, founder of State Farm Insurance, founded in 1922. His life was 1877 tp 1951, his death was two years before my birth. Reading about him, he was a farmer, that opened an insurance company in Illinois, because he thought the rates were too high for farmers. https://blas.com/the-farmer-from-merna/

Dream, but not a Dream, about Loia, as I emailed to her immediately after I woke up (September 23, 2024, 11pm)

I was in a library, waiting on a call from you, I had bought my office phone with me, but it was not portable and I needed a land line plug in. As I was waiting, the phone rang, and in my fumbling around trying to answer it, I drop it on a tile floor and it made a big clang sound. I look around to see if I disturbed anyone, and there was Jerry Miller my finance professor in grad school, and it woke him up from a recliner chair like what is in our living room, the two we bought when daddy died. He looked over at Pastor Earl Jones sitting next to him, grumbled about noisy library patrons, and Earl Jones agreed, as both looked at me like two men disturbed from an afternoon nap. lol - I was the one woke up, from a phone that was not connected, from my wife that has not called me in 15 years, and never will.

Meaning of dream - two dead people in flesh, that do not know one another, two people that knew me, one knew you, wanting you to call me, and for me to call you back, which you never will do, and which my phone cannot do. Meaning of dream 2 - life continues after death of flesh and both met each other after death, because of me, and want us to see one another. Both were remarkable men, which means I am not a slug, they doing this for me.

Ring, ring, ring - hello Loia. https://youtu.be/UuUVgKT4roQ?si=GJ9XSclW0cZH7pWc I will pay for the flight here, for a week. Got spare car for you to go visiting. Got spare, clean, bedroom. Got canned food ready to eat.

kent

PS - Dr. Miller, Pastor Jones, I tried. How does Jupiter look this time of year? https://youtu.be/7Xf-Lesrkuc?si=acdM1JZwjCJVgvW_ https://www.songmeaningsandfacts.com/trains-drops-of-jupiter-lyrics-meaning/#:~:text=Train%E2%80%99s%20%E2%80%9CDrops%20of%20Jupiter%E2%80%9D%20Lyrics#:~:text=Train%E2%80%99s%20%E2%80%9CDrops%20of%20Jupiter%E2%80%9D%20Lyrics

Getting Sperm Donations (October 10, 2024)

The dream is not clear to me now, a few hour later, only a small part still clear. I was driving around a strange place in my car, never been there before. A pretty woman, brown hair, about 35, appears in my car, and says - all these women around here ought to be servicing you regular, but most of them have ego problems and the maturity of children. She then started doing an oral on me and it felt real. It went on for some time, but I never finished. I looked down and there was a box about 2" tall, 12" long and *8 wide, Sort of like a short shoe box, and in it were pill looking containers, looked like supplement pills. except too big for humans, each about 2" long and 1" around - would fit in a pussy ok. They looked like gelatin pills that are meant to dissolve easily. In my dream, I wondered what they were, and in the box, there were about 20 of them, and in my mind, I remember seeing about 5 boxes full of them, 100 total. I woke up with a hard on, and wondered what the hey. The internet has a lot of UFO videos and reading, for people interested in that, and often you can read about aliens taking tissue and blood samples of humans and animal mutilations - animals found in someones field, a cow with all the blood drained from it, organs removed, no blood or tracks on the ground, just dumped there. People abducted sometimes see hologram images. If you believe is such things, makes me wonder if they wanted sperm from me, looking at my very bright, athletic, children, this might make sense. I did not volunteer, if this was the purpose, and would not, now being in my left brain senses. Wierd!!!

SHORTS

3-20-24 – On Gary's section, J. Rowden listing, think, the whole section, and I am following behind doing something, not sure what. Lots of people there, and I tell the people that they can help, but I am moving to where J. Rowden is at to help him list. Surprise look on their faces.

3-21-24 – Loia, I, JG and Emeline living in a house I do not recognize, JG and EC are about 6 to 9. Loia comes home with a punk hair do, shaved on the sides, patches shaved on top too, about 8” long on top. I grab her, shake her, trying to find out why she did it, she just - “like because I wanted to man, it is the way I am”. I leave take some trinkets with me. I am staying somewhere, do not recognize where, and those three come over and dump 3 garbage bags of other stuff of mine in the floor where I am living all three foaming at the mouth mad at me.

3-21-24 – Kent, Loia, Emeline living on GH farm, we are in the field moving irrigation pipe, I forget the rest.

3-22-24 – At GH house, I come home from work, lots of people on front porch, in chairs, the porch about 4 times as big as reality. Ed, Loia's father is there, smiling. Walk up to Loia on inside, little girl that, not sure of her identity. Loia has on my bath robe, to her ankles, and she has on thick boxing gloves, she smiles at me. She says, you and I are going to fight on front porch in front of everyone, and smiles at me. We walk outside, I take off my shoes and as usual lots of dirt with it, the little girl laughs at my nasty feel. Loia ups her dukes and is ready to fight me.

3-23-24 – GH Farm, Relay race around the farm, I am 70 and part of track running relay, the farm roads the way they were back when, there around the house. I had just run a leg and done ok, I thought, for 70. Danny Hulse comes up to me and tells me I am too old to run fast anymore, I sort of disagree, pretty girl there, my girl, she is young, she smiles at me, I have seen her before but cannot place her. I wake up and realize I am too old to run fast anymore.

3-24-24 – around 7am, Sunday morning. I am in downtown Seagraves, visiting with people. A small group of men in stripped prison uniforms, come in move a car in a comedy routine, real three stooge competence, but they get the car moved. Little later they move another car that will not start from in front of the old movie place, to 10 spaces down to southeast to a spot where the car will start, large moving iron device, cutting off too long spots as they go, like Moe would do in the Stooges. Get car moved, after 15 minutes, and it starts. Movie actor Pierce Bronston head clown. Someone from old Seagraves wanted to entertain me. Mr Burt, the owner of the movie theater?

3-24-24 – 11pm – I appear in a car with a girl, looks like in a downtown city, it is dark, no people walking by, but I see the huge buildings around me. We are in the back seat. I know what we are there for, for a spike up. I tell her to pull up her skirt, she has no panties on, I pull down my pants. She laughs and does as I ask, and she mounts me. It feels real, and she starts cumming almost instantly, but it only lasts for abut 10 seconds and I wake up, lay there half a wake and say to myself – that was real, but how did I get there? I am like a rock, I whip it a bit, and the O is so strong I shake all over, lights up my whole body.

3-25-24 – about 4am – I appear in a house, the house of a new woman friend. I sense we have not done it together, but this will be the first time, by mutual agreement. She is not there, so I lay in her bed, but go to sleep, she comes in, she has this frightened look on her face – like I am married and you are not supposed to be here. I get up, we go into the kitchen, where there is a picture of Tommy Lee Jones and I ask if this is her husband – she says yes. I say, I liked his movies. She states I need to go. End of Event. When I get up in the morning, I look up a picture of his wife and it does not look like the new woman friend, when I sleep.

3-25-24 – I in a factory, and as I write, I forget my purpose there. But I want to leave, so I get in someones car, not mine, try to leave, but every place I go, the machines become alive and stop me from leaving the place – this happens about 10 times, machine with minds that do not want to give up the car I am in – or maybe do not want to give me up. End of dream.

3-26-24 – 1am – Karen and I are at the old Snider house, it is morning, I wake up, sleep naked, but put my shirt around my bottom part to go outside and pee. Karen follows me around like a puppy, and I say, quit it, I want to pee alone. She stops, pulls down her pants and pees like a man, then so do I. When Karen was at home, pre-16, she was a tom-boy in everything, today she might be one of those uncertain of her gender. She used to say she would be really good on the football team. I used to make her furious telling her she would get killed. End of dream.

3-26-24 3am – I own the GH section and it is green, well cared for, luscious. Next to me, to the west, is a very large tract of land, maybe 10 sections, and the land looks like southwest Texas, the Big Bend region of Texas, dry, not a whole lot of vegetation, rocks everywhere. Local sheriff, a Mexican about 40 picks me up in his sheriff vehicle and starts to drive me around his 10 sections, he is proud of it. As we drive around, he says, I have drilled some wells and the water is good, but as we drive around all I see is scrub, dry, desert. I know then that he has bought it with drug money, pretty good deal, he is sheriff, protected, buy owns a chunk of land bought with drug money. There is a woman in the back seat, but her ID is unknown. We drive to his new, big house, walk in the front door, the living room is big, but only has a couch and a chair in it. As we walk though the house, it is the same everywhere, only one or two pieces of furniture in each room. The Janie appears, she notices that underneath the thick carpet in each room, is a dirt floor, the whole house has dirt underneath the new carpet, the house built with dirt floors. The sheriff comes into a room with us, but his shirt is different now, it is a frilly, lacey front, long frills. Janie goes up to him and says, now any time I feel like crying, I am going to use your shirt to wipe my tears on. The Mexican sheriff falls to the floor, into a fetal position, curled up and weeps greatly. End of dream.

3-26-24 – Janie and I are in her house, but not her house, now she is in a family with money, large ranch house, large estate, her children are young and must be having a birthday party, lots of children around. We are talking together in her huge living room – we are about 35. A man about 35 enters the room, I assume to pick up his child. A boy about 6 is sitting curled up in a chair, in the living room, it must be his. Up until now, Janie has been showing me the attention I expect, but when this man walks in sits down, she gets up from beside me, sits across the coffee table, facing the man, like I am not in the room anymore, and starts talking to him, with interest. She says of the boy – we had a lesson for all the children (a video?), and the reality of the lesson was too much for him, as you can see. Clearly she has more interest in the man, than me, so I arise from the couch and walk out of the room, and walk to my car to go home. End of dream.

4-17-24 – I drive up to the “old house” used to be south of the GH house, between his house and the water well. The road pattern was different, coming in from the west, lots of sand dunes around it. Pay Payne Hulsey, a high school classmate, is living there, why I do not know. I start to enter the house and I read her mind, she says – do not enter my house, you are a racist, bigot, hater, Nazi. I back off, get in my car, and back out, a woman comes up to me and I tell her the story, and I know what Pam is going to say to me, that Mike, her husband is white, which he is, but he looks like something else in the face, even thought the face is white. I walk up to the door and before she says anything, I say, Mike is brown. Silence. End of dream. Pam's son is married to an Asian, he daughter someone who cannot hold a job, 45, living at home with Pam. End of dream.

4-18-24 I see, in a vision, Janie taking a bath with a 15 year old boy. I see her immediately and say something about the perversion, Janie is 60, a totally worthless life. She panics, thinking I am going to turn her in, and she follows me around trying to convince me it is all innocent. I will probably turn her in, meaning jail time. My senses tell me she has done that recently. End of dream.

5-14-24 - 5am I feel like jogging, so I start off at the GH house, planning to run for 5 miles, and I am thinking of going to my current house, 7 miles. I have almost ran a mile, to the east part of section, on county road, 490, and I am in Canyon, running through where I went to college for 6 years. I enter the campus and am running through the 4 story rectangular building I had most of my classes in, it is the business class building. As I am jogging through, I slow down and see, in every classroom, lab experiments going on, it is not business classes, but one scientist, a different one in each room, in a white lab coat, doing lab experiments. I exit that building and see the large round cafeteria building, and it reminds me I am hungry, but they require a meal ticket, and mine is in the apartment of Loia, couple of hundred yards to the east of campus. But I plan to ask the checker if I can eat there anyway, ask the pretty blond woman checking the students. It is unknown if I can enter, I am playing outside the rules. I instinctively know that Loia's father, Ed Hait, deceased, is waiting for me in the eating area, not sure how I know, I can see him mentally, he is smiling at me, waiting for me. End of dream.

What it means to me is that it is a mixed up journey of my life, leaving home, going to college, where Loia and I leaved, my life of research and study, 7 years in college total, 35 self study after that – almost all of my adult life, studying. Ed was an honorable man, like Loia. He was an civil engineer, did not watch tv, jogged every morning until age 65 or so, until after his heart surgery. I think he made the cut, he passed into the spirit world at death. This is his way of telling me that he will be waiting for me, when my flesh dies.

5-8-24 6am - I was at the GH house location, SW of the house, immediately north of where the old grey combine used to be, about 20 yards NW of its current location. I was 10' north of it, with another man, and he wanted to wrestle me, but I knew I would win, I was too strong (I would have made a good wrestler). We wrestled and I won. He said – you won because you are Hercules, and he was serious, not joking. A woman appeared, about age 30, very beautiful, and I wanted to pursue her, and she looked interested in me. But I realized she was the wife of the man I just wrestled and felt embarrassed for those feelings I had, and told the man that, and he smiled, knowing how good looking she was.

5-16-24 - I was in the presence of a nice looking man, maybe in his mid 30's, and he was very personable with me, trying to make friends with me. He had a beautiful companion, and I think he had introduced me to a beautiful woman that she and I had a strong attraction for each other. She was maybe 25, and I do not know my age. The way she looked at me was impressive. Next scene – the 4 of us were at a talk by someone on stage. The man behind me put his pointed cowboy boots on the back of my chair, next to my face, and the boots were digging into my face. I looked back at him and the beautiful woman I was with, was sitting next to him, sort of looking sick by being there, like it was forced upon her. I told the man, politely that his boots were hurting my face, and he made fun of me, and went into a fight picking mode. I got up to go across the room and a Mexican in the audience, picked a fight with me, telling me I was making too much noise walking by. Walking back to my original seat, I was faced by the man with the boots, the Mexican to my back, and maybe 2 more punks to my back. The personable man, his woman, and the woman I was with were gone. I knew then it was a set up by the personable man and I knew I was in a fight for my life. End of dream. I woke up, deeply disturbed, wondered what it meant, and figured the beautiful woman I was with, must have been part of it too. 12 hours later still disturbs me a lot.

5-23-24 - He came to me in a dream last night, he just stood there looking at me. He was in nice clothes. I wonder if he died. He was a year older than me.

5-27-24 – Three dreams about Loia last night and this morning, and event at the last of one of them. Each dream she was glad to see me, the last one she was at my farm. The middle dream – the place was not my house, but somewhere I had never seen before. I saw my father there and he smiled, perhaps he sent the images to me, knowing my state of mind these days. In the house, I had a nice bedroom to myself, and as I walked through the house, it was laid our haphazardly, with beds, resting places not making sense. Emeline was a little girl with a bed in the living room. There were other children around, maybe 6, and I am not sure who they were. Loia was in a room with a friend of hers, both women were about 35 – in most of my past dreams, most of the people in the dreams are about that age – 25 to 35, peak of good looks for them, GH, my father, was about 50. I am not sure of my age, but I sense the age I am now. I walk up to Loia and she has that old Loia smile when she loved me. She smiles and says hello. I say to her – Loia what would be nice would be for you to spend the night with me, in my bed. She smiles and says OK. The woman in the room smiles back as us. I start the walk back to my bedroom, and see Robert Plant (Led Zeppelin star), as an old man, trying to sleep in a living room chair, sideways, he cannot get comfortable. I instinctively know this is Loia's boyfriend, an old man, that was someone back when, but just old now. I wait for Loia to show up in my bedroom, in the dream, then wake up. I lay there thinking about it, half awake, half asleep, sort of in a meditative state. My eyes closed, a see (in my mind) a ball of light enter between my eyes, into my head. The light is the size between a golf ball and an old time marble. I wonder if this was my spirit re-entering my body – wonder if this dream was some kind of journey out of my body – somewhere. Our spirit has to have some shape, some form, right? So was this it?

5-30-24, 3am – I think the location of the dream tells me who sends it, and all contact from the deceased are in symbolic, parable, form. GH house, I am there to fix the entry into the house, the LR, door. I am away from my family and will go back after I fix the door. I fix it, except for the door trim, I go to bed, plan to attach that in the morning and then go home to my family. I get up about 4am, go to finish the door to the GH house (symbolic meaning), and all the door trim is missing except for a few small pieces. It is impossible to finish, I am short material. I wait for GH to get up. There is a stack of mail on his kitchen table, where he kept it, when alive. I am thumbing through it, see one of these all-ad papers, shoppers guide thing, and notice a sale going on in DFW – the ad says, closing a prison in Littlefield, La, all sorts of prison things, including uniforms of prisoners. GH gets up and wants to take a bath (wash off the old nasty, get clean), I ask where is the door trim and he does not know.. End of dream. Janie should have gone to prison for selling meth for 12 years, but did not. She should have gone to prison for selling prescription morphine, after getting clean, making about $600 a month, but she did not. For Janie, everything centers around doing things that make her feel good, things that take care of her needs – her entire life. She threw away her life and things that made her feel good, everything else was secondary, including my feelings, including me, including us. Oh, looked on the internet, there is no Littlefield, La.

5-30-24 6am – I have driven over to what I think is Janie's house, but it is not her house. I have driven there to make up with her, she wants it, I want it. We are talking, in the main bedroom and a 13 year old boy enters, sort of a cocky boy, and I ask Janie what the hey – she says she likes the boy and he lives there. I say no. I walk around the house and there are other boys living there, I ask her what the hey and they all live there. I say no, then say, them or me, and she says, but I like them. I say, I am leaving, this is not going to work. I walk outside, through the kitchen, and there are tons of smaller children running around, all of them ill mannered, arrogant, and I think I need to get out of here, but I cannot find my car, it is missing. Then I realize this is the old house we lived in, on the McCormick place. First his parents owned it, they died, then Denny owned it. It definitely was that house. I then realize that it was not Janie I was making up with, it was Lena, with some characteristics of Janie. End of dream. I do not know what it meant other than do not make up with either of them, both are corrupt. Hello Denny, if still alive, you have to be about 85, bet you died and want to help me. We took care of you place well, did we not? Oh, a trait of going out of body, is that when you want to go home, you cannot find your car (you did not arrive in a car, so a car is not there to go home)

June 23, 2024 - It was about JG, I think. Or he was the main character in the story. I was watching him, like I was in the audience, and he was in the movie. He was at a Kenneth Copeland revival meeting and Copeland said - there are people here that can fly and we are going to witness God bringing them into flight tonight. Then.......... about 10% of his audience became weightless, and floated above the crowd, perhaps 30', and JG was one of them. Then Copeland was testifying to the crowd - see I told you, me and God helped these people fly tonight, and please send money.......... JG hollered out, you did not do this, I did it, I thought it and it happened, you are a whore using God to make money........

Next scene - the spirits that Copeland uses, the unclean spirits has JG by the balls, and he has turned into a worm of a man, with a baggy toboggan on, and the behavior of a weak person - "what am I going to do all these bad things have happened to me since I told Copeland he was a whore". I sensed it was temporary, because I raised him, and I knew he was a man, a man's man, and it disturbed me seeing him that way. That is all I can remember now. Now I am confused what it meant, the lesson for Kent. Maybe it has been a year since Janie left and I still cannot kick it, and that is no dream. Maybe I am the man in the toboggan, whining about my situation. Kent

6-27-24 - I am on the Raymond farm, working and Emeline shows up to be close to me. Her smile as she sees me. Then I see her, in my mind, getting hired on an oilfield repair crew, working around all men, some of the Mexican. They are in awe of her – she can work like a man and she is pretty.

6-28-24 - I am sleeping in Karen's-Gary's old bedroom there, and in my dream, I am asleep, dreaming and the negative spirits are tormenting me, they way they do sometimes. I wonder about this, as I type, I am supposed to be protected from such things, but I am not, and it has been happening a lot the past few months. Somehow Emeline knows this, about the tormenting, and she shows up in spirit, and our spirit meets. Almost immediately, Loia shows up, knocking on the back door, says – I have come to get Emeline, she says it with a smile on her face, and I sort of understand, it is not Emeline's job to protect me from such things, even if her spirit wants to.

6-29-24 - I am in some training school, not sure what, but there are hundreds of young people there, some of the women are quite beautiful. It felt like it was a type of government training school, law enforcement. I notice one woman, about 35 to 30, she has all European-white facial features, but her skin is dark like an African. She is as beautiful as any white woman, but her skin is dark – so in today's society to compliment that race, the world calls her black. She looks at me with lust, as I am doing to her. Next scene, we are alone, and I enter her, two short strokes – the sensation is quite real. Both of us are in ecstasy. The third stroke goes in all the way, and the feel good is so intense, as I am all the way in, it wakes me up from the dream, so much so, that I am sitting straight up in bed. If in real time, the feeling was so intense, I would have orgasm-ed in 3 stokes. Dream ends.

8-14-24 - This is the first dream with LaRue in it. I am with a woman, but I never see her face. LaRue enters the screen, she is young and pretty, about 25 to 30, good nordic facial features, medium brown hair. I move towards her and say, Hello LaRue. She smiles that LaRue smile and says – I do not know who LaRue is, but if you want to think I am her, that is ok with me. She leaves the scene, like fades away. The woman and I are on a tour of something, somewhere, the cart we are in has no wheels, it floats, and I think it moves forward with my thoughts. The tour ends, and I do not know what I just saw, it is not in my memory. But I look over and see that the tour guide is LaRue, and she smiles at me. End of dream.

11-1-24 - I do not remember the first of this dream. But 2^nd scene has Doug Karr, a high school classmate of mine. He married Cheryl Hawkins right out of high school, got a degree in psychology from Tech, then at Seagraves Public Schools, worked as a teacher, then a principle in Jr. High, then High School. He took no sports in high school. I vaguely knew him in high school, and disappeared from my radar when we graduated from Seagraves High.

Doug appeared to me in this dream, he had a cloth measuring tape measure around his neck, and said – Doug Karr custom curtain service. Smiled nice. There was a TV behind him with this commercial playing – he looks at Cheryl, standing to his left, my right, nice smile, and says – Look Cheryl, we are on tv. Cheryl, with a real strong hillbilly twang says – Yep Doug, that is us. End of dream.

11-9-24 - GH flys over to my house, Janie's girl at my house GH, me and her daughter, Tiffany, get in a vehicle of sorts, no wheels, a floater, with a back like a station wagon. About 5 seconds into the flight, we are half way to the GH farm, and her daughter, Tiffany, is in hystrics , screaming I do not want to go, I want to go back, and I say, turn around and look, you can still see my house, she is freaking, scared out of her mind. We arrived at the far SE corner of the GH section, SE of the Pontiac well, looks like we are doing something there,a project of sorts. GH helps her out of the flying vehicle, I get out, about 15 seconds after we left my house, about 6 miles away, she is still freaking. GH pulls two mattresses out of the back of the vehicle, plops them on the ground,looks at me like - what have you gotten us into, sort of shaking his head at me. End of dream. My thinking is that this is where she sleeps, on GH responsiblity. She does not want to be there, GH does not want her there, Kent does not want her there. I think Janie was left at my "house" temporarlly alone. I emailed Janie, thinking something was happening, then, with her daughter, thinking it was responsible for me to have her check on Tiffany. Janie and I have been broke up for 1.5 years, Janie being Janie. The daughter was ok, but looked like a monkey in the face, 100 pounds overweight, huge breasts, foul mouth, like Janie when I met her - stereo type white trash..

11/14/24 - Drowning. It was not in bright color or detail, and I do not remember the first part of it. 1st scene, I was in water drowning, going down, trying to swim to the top of the water. I was really struggling, thinking I do not want to drown. But my body stopped moving, it started sinking and then everything went black. I drowned. I was shown what is was like to drown, and I still had sight and feelings in my body after death, until it went dark. 2nd scene, same thing, was in water drowning, trying to swim to the top of the water. I was really struggling thinking I do not want to drown. I reached the surface of the water, saw safety and swam to it. I was shown what it was like to be on the verge of drowning, and then not drown, and continue to live after a near certain drowning.

11/16/24 I will take her

Janie was in my driveway, and I said, you are not welcome here, in my house, you are not reliable, you lie, you deceive. In this dream, my mother's face appears and I hear the words - I will take her. My mothers face was critical of my decision.

Finger tips on my shoulder 12-8-24

Sunday morning, I try and make myself sleep a bit late on Sunday morning, just for the rest. I do not jog on Sundays. I was asleep. I feel someone's finger tips on my left shoulder, I was sleeping on my back - the touch was like a wife touching her husband telling him it was time to get up. It wakes me up. Open my eyes look for who woke me up. Nothing there.

Falling snow when I shut my eyes - 1-17-25

This morning, after my daily jog, I came in, sit down, closed my eyes and let my head fall forward some, like I was looking down at the floor, but my eyes were closed. As soon as I did this, snow started falling down all around me, except I was up in the air so far, far below me was dark, except the snow flakes were bright white, surrounded by darkness - like I was floating a mile up, or much further. I watched it snow around me for 30 seconds or so, pretty heavy snow, falling quickly all around me. Then I opened my eyes, I was back in my house again, sitting. I closed them again, and back came the snow storm again, with dark all around. After about 20 seconds, in the center of this imagery, started appearing a vortex, like what someone would think would be a "black hole". It was like watching all the snow, getting flushed down a drain, a spinning vortex. I was not afraid, I just did not understand what I was seeing. As long as I kept my eyes shut, the imagery continued, open my eyes it stops and back to the reality of my house, sitting, with my head bowed. After a couple of minutes, I opened my eyes, got my day started.

Three contacts from Robin Taylor - deceased 2022 - 1-29-25

Robin and I went to the same school together, he was a year older, very good middle linebacker, agressive his last year - we went 11 and 1 that year. Robin was not a moral person, got 2 girls pregnant. But he was a likeable boy, 6'2" good looking, above average in sports. I do not remember the first time-contact, in my sleep. 2nd time, I was in a place unknown to me. A bully says something to me, and I tell him to go away (I do not remember my words). He starts my direction, draws back his fist like in the old westerns, draws way back, so even a child can see it coming. I block the haymaker, easily, hit him very hard, then when he is down, I crush his head with my blows - I was ruthless - if he lived, he would never be the same. I look up and there is Robin, Eddie Knight and Jerry Gilmore in their basketball uniforms, a basketball team is 5 players. Eddie was a natural athlete, good at everything - like me. I was injuired my last two years of high school, football injuries and could not play bassetball, but I played 7th, 8th, 9th and 10th grade, averaged about 25 points a game, 9th and 10th, played it like a football game. But I used to play after studies everyday in college, the school had 5 indoor courts and there was always a game going on. I became so good, even the slum niggers from DFW, attending school there did not want to play with me - I did shame them, a large white boy shaming bassetball playing niggers since age 1. I could touch the goal with the middle of my forearm. 3rd dream, 1st there were four boys in the same bed sleeping, Robin, me, two others, but I and Robin were awake. 2nd the same thing with boys one year younger than me, Billy Jack Welch was one of them, the other two unknown, and me. 3rd, same thing but 3 boys 2 years younger than me, and me, awake. The scene was at the sports field house at my old high school. What does all this mean? Not sure other than a hello from Robin, and we are on the same team. I assume the same team means the struggles we face, in this nation, as a people, finding solutions, I in flesh, Robin in spirit.

Ron Bolton - deceased 2023, age 76 - 1-26-25

Ron was my boss at Santa Fe Energy, I worked there in grad school as a purchasing agent and inventory controller. I caused him to get fired after I left there, with a grad school project that showed he was lacking in inventory control skills. Reading his obit, he did well after he left Amarillo, toured the world, after working for Hunt Energy in DFW. He has come to me 3 times in my sleep, past 3 months or so. I do not remember 1 and 2, but decided to write down #3. We were in an office building, I was working for him as Head of Water Dept, not sure of anything but the title. He has just given me a raise, I look at the check and it is $1,000 a month, I question it to him. He says, that is top dollar salary, nice office, we supply you a luxury car. He then says his daughter is involved with a new company called Youtube, and a company called google might lease or buy the company. We walk down the the indoor garage, group of men playing cards there. I watch for a short time and I reach up and start pulling at my hair, and it pulls out, it is blond, about an inch long, and it pulls out like I am diseased, like I have been radiated. He died of cancer, according to the obit. Seems like his hair was sandy blond. When I woke up, I thought - I am going to be sent back in time and I will know everything that is going to happen in the world, before it happens. But for what purpose? I liked Ron, likeable man, not sure why I did what I did to him.

Another touch to wake me up 2-2-25

I try to sleep late, Sunday morning, I make myself. It was about 8am. I have a clock on one side of the bed, that projects on the ceiling, pretty cool, just look up to see the time, no effort required. I was just laying there, half awake, half asleep, laying on my back, making myself get more rest. I feel a touch, on my left shoulder, the front, a woman's touch, gently telling me it is time to get up - I suppose that is the meaning. I open my eyes, no one there. It was not a dream. This has happened to me, over the past few years, lots of times. My opinion is that when one spirit touches another, in sleep mode (or partially asleep), you can feel it, but you cannot when awake. I think maybe the closer you get to death of flesh, the more things like this will happen to you - you read about old people seeing family shortly before death - not sure why they happen to me, I am not on my death bed.

Tall Humanoids 2-8-25

I was standing on a porch in a town somewhere, I do not know where. All the houses around that I could see were 1940ish frame. The time period was either then, or just an older part of town somewhere, not sure it matters. But........ standing on a covered porch, in a house I do not know the owner, lots of cars started driving up, year model, I am not sure, but all the people getting out of the cars were about 8 feet tall, but they looked like us in the face, just were very tall, very slender. They were all going into the house to the left of me, it was a meeting, or gathering of some sort. I suppose I was staring intently at them, never seen anything like it before. Most of them looked at me, but was emotionless towards me. Oh, it was in black and white. End of dream.

Not Kind for Kind 2-11-25

I saw GH, parked behind my house, where I park, leave in his red pickup. Then I looked away. After a bit, I walked out the back door, and saw the car that I have given Janie, a 62' Oldsmobile. That was my first car, at 14. I had given it to her in good condition. What was parked there in my driveway was a wrecked, almost demolished something. It had the back crashed in, looks like a semi truck hit it, going 90, so damaged that part of the metal was hanging over the back seat. The top and sides of the car were missing as was the front, only the frame and engine was left. The engine dip stick showed zero oil and the dip stick showed signs of oily sand in the motor.

For 4 years, I helped Janie in dozens of ways, financially, emotionally, morally. Helped her with a nice car that did not break down every few weeks, new roof on her trailer, good used carpet in her house, stopped her smoking, a path of keeping a clean house, dressing conservative, stopped her foul mouth - the list is long. This is a symbolic dream, with GH leaving it for me. We have been broke up for year, 8 months.

Jan Wooten 2-12-25

Gary and I were in a town somewhere, entered a building with a large gathering room, people walking around. A woman comes up to me and I look at her and ask - Are you Jan Wooten? She said, yes, this is the 2nd time I told you. End of dream. I worked in Midland, Texas for a year, at a manufacturing tools plant, putting in a computerized manufacturing control system. Jan worked in sales, about 15 years older than me. I did not like her much. Reading the Obit, she worked there for 20 years, but left 3 years after me, went to work for a bank in Midland. That plant was a mess, we moved to Ft. Worth. There is no reason for me to think about her. Because of the dream, I looked her up this morning, she died at 65 in 2005.

Dreams - Kent Crutcher - B: 1953