Dreams -  Kent Crutcher - B: 1953

(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

 

 

Dreams With the Prescence of My Children and/or Loia, My Wife of 30 Years. 

 

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.

He was a large beast, long mane. Why was there no fear? Why was there no pain?

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.

 End of Dream.

 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 (2nd in 3000 meters 5th 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 37th 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).

Kent Crutcher, March 2022.

                                                                                                                                                                           

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

 

Dream - City of Quartz - about 2010

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.

All this dream was in vivid color, in detail, like watching a short movie.

End of Dream.   dream written down June 28, 2020, still fresh in my memoryDo 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

 

Dream - Traveler Emeline - 2010

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.

Kent Crutcher

Dream - Mennonite Invasion -  November 28, 2014

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.

The Dream

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.

2nd 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.

 

Kent Crutcher

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.

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

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.

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

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….

Kent Crutcher, September 1, 2015

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.

 

 

Dream - HillbilliesJuly 2019

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.

End of Dream.

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.

Kent Crutcher

 

Dream – Kent meets his three other children - September 8, 2021

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.

End of dream.

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, some do not.  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.

Kent Crutcher 9-8-21

Dream, but not a Dream – Man of Wealth - March 6, 2022.

 
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


https://www.bootbarn.com/stetson-mens-4x-broken-bow-buffalo-felt-cowboy-hat/096H69.html?utm_campaign=Shopping&utm_content=hats&utm_medium=cpc&utm_source=bing&utm_term=4583176819036972

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

 

Another Round of Higher Education, For Emeline and Me. (November 13, 2023)

 

I was in a room, by myself, the room, 10x10, it felt like that is where i lived, like a prison, alone, nothing but a desk and chair there, during that current higher education coursework.  I had been attending a class, do not know the subject.  But I had just taken the final exam in the room, it had taken me hours, maybe days, to finish the test.  My feelings were that I failed the test, but was not sure - I was taking a test I did not study for and did not know what the course was about, until I saw on the final exam, sort of like life, did not know what was on the test until I sit down to take it, until the day-time it happened.  It was a hard course to take and the professor was the hardest one to take a course under, he was a hard case and gave no slack- I knew that much - I can still see his face, not harsh, but his way of thinking was.  Young girl that I knew, that worked for the professor came by my room to pickup the exam, I had set it aside, complete, but the pages were not organized, about a 20 to 100 page test, so I organized it, put a staple in it, the girl liked me and I liked her, we were friends I thought, but she left with the test, sad look in her eyes that she was leaving me.  All was unknown as to how I did, knew I would never see her again (youth or just a young friend, not sure?).  I often have dreams about going back to school, a tramatic time(s) in my life (college was hard for me), never know how I did on the finals (in the dreams), but always doubtful.  Real world, once I got kicked in gear, after meeting your mother, I was always the top student in my class - fellow students thought of me as smart smart, but i was not, I just worked and studied harder than anyone else - college was hard for me- I was not born an intellectual, but worked for it.  In one class at Texas Tech, the accounting nut cutting class, hard course, hard professor, went into finals test, an auditorium type of classromm, seats a hundred or two - about 5 boys surrounded me, waiting for the test to be passed out, chairs next to me.  Dr Mann, he and I became friends, he said - Mr. Crutcher, come up here and sit in front of me, in this desk, (no one around even close).  So I did - no one got to look at my answers.  lol.  This had happened to me many times before, test time, boys sitting next to me - but in the past, when I got the test, I would just get up and move to where no one could cheat off of me - i did my work, and I hate cheaters.  I always knew I would do well, walking into the test, real world.
 
Back to the dream - I had a car and was going to it, to go home, not the room, but my home away from higher learning, walking to it, and two of my friends, young girls grabbed my arm, each, and started walking with me, saying good bye to me (grandpa or daddy figure, I suppose, I do not know).  Before I got to the car, we entered a  "Sub" area that the students were waiting in, to catch the transportation to go home.  Some one put on music and i stated doing my thing, free style, but no one watched me, like they used to at the bars in Lubbock, I was invisible, I suppose, the two girls disappeared.  I was disappointed, I liked one of them alot (youth or a young friend, I do not know?).
 
Then I see you (Emeline), with two young women with you, your age.  I did not know you were at this place, all the time I was there - a higher learning place.  You are dressed in success, perfection in everything you wear, and the look on your face - smart, successful.  You see me, sort of indifferent looks towards me, you are not happy to see me.  There are two women with you, one is dressed just like you, perfection, successful.  The other is in a wheel chair, and you are taking care of her, and all her needs, wheeling her around, making sure everything she needs is taken care of.  You nod to me meaning we are going to dance together before each of us goes home, but before we get there, one of the women you are with, grabs my arm (it was the cripple, tall, slim, a beauty - but not a cripple when with me), great affection for me she had (I had never met her before), starts talking to me as we walk, my arm in her hand.  She says - Emeline's "house" is just like yours, and then I think - organized, tidy, clean, attractive.  But does not mean that is what she means.  Her "house" could mean figuratively, not literally.  End of dream.
 
Decifering the parable- I assume the two women are both you (Emeline).  I assume you are going "home", to Texas, DFW or Austin, to live and work, for life, your higher education (what life was like in California, lulu land and-but really smart people) was the experience you needed to live -  a life you needed to live, before you come home to Texas - you passed the final exam of that test, but - there are issues in your life (the cripple).  I assume your "house" is like mine, tidy and orderly on the outside, but something wrong, not perfect in things you cannot see (a part of you is a cripple, like what happened before the family breakup and then up to today, in your life).  Like me, you carry around a cripple inside, past events in life.
 
Make what you will of it, if it means anything at all, if it is just a dream, or something more.  If you are like 99% of people, it is just a dream and means nothing, except to me.
 
I assume my current test, whatever that was, I failed the test and would go home in my own vehicle, alone.  Another test will arise, in time.   It always has.  And it will with you, lots of tests in your future.
 
Kent

 

 

Dreams With My Father, GH Crutcher, in Them, or a Connect to Him, in Them

 

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?

End of dream.

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

Kent Crutcher, 06Oct2017

 

Dream – Dancing Skeletons - October 11, 2020

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.

It begins to rain lightly the skies darken, the rotating skeletons go away.

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.

End of dream.

Very vivid, exquisite color. Jesus speaks to us in parables-symbolism.   

Kent Crutcher 

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.

 End of Dream

 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.

Kent Crutcher March 26, 2021

 

Dream - White Deer - February 2022

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.

Kent Crutcher

 

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.

 End of Dream.

 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".

 Kent Crutcher

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.

 
The community was having some sort of festivities, lots of people in an open park looking area, no trees, perfect weather, maybe 1,000.  All the people were white, fair skinned, fair hair, not all blond, but all fair light hair, all but one.  They were all slender, not a fat one in the crowd, like 1950 America.  They were having some sort of game among grown men, with a kick ball, but no running, just one team facing off the other, about 20 yards apart, on team in an enclosed space (like a big handball court), the other not, it doing the ball kicking (could it have been dodge ball?).  The behavior of the men made no sense to me - the objective of the game was, I think, to have fun, but I sensed winning did not matter.  It was a low competition event.  Then I notice among those setting at one of the tables, 5 pretty young women, all looked alike, like twins, but they were all different ages, not quintuplets - perfectly normal looking white people, they just looked alike.
 
As I was watching this "event", a large, overweight man, much larger than me, with black hair, stepping in front of my view of watching.  He had bully on his face and mannerisms.  He stood in front of me, did a chetta (of old Tarzan movies) flexing of both muscles in his arms, then turned sideways, and showed me his right bi-cep flexed.  I was not impressed, and I felt the need to knock the pure-dee doo-doo out of him, with my fist - temporairly put him out of his misery, my misery.  But I did not, I just walked away.  Someone came up to me and said the area sheriff is right there, go talk to him about it.  I did.  He said - you are not from here, we are a peaceful people here, what did you do to promote his behavior?  I thought, well, I am a large man, with a muscular build, is that justification (but I did not).
 
I knew the future experience there was about to be unpleasant for me, the sheriff was simple-minded like the happy people I saw in this Utopia, so I said, in the dream - I want this dream to end, and it did.  I lay there thinking about it, in my bed.  The people there were all 100% right brain people, deciding all issues with emotion, using zero left brain, zero logical, sequential thinking.  It was like the left brain did not exist for them.  As I lay there thinking about it, I thought, what a beautiful place, I bet they did not even have flies or mesquitoes - and I would be miserable there, not being able to reason and think sequentially with anyone there.  A garden of eden, per se, and I could not function there!!
 
In Monroe's book, Out of Body Experiences,  he went to what he called Level 3, where there was no electricity, there were cities and farms, but it was like the 1800's in America, except clearly the manual propelled machines and vehicles were not like anything this planet has ever seen?  It was another sphere, another plane of existence.  The book changed the way I look at life here, because I think it was a true book of his experiences.  I think my father took me there for a look see, as he and I went there, but he disappeared after we arrived there.
 
Dream - Apple Tree Buried in Cotton Field  (Late February 2023)
 
I and another man were hoeing weeds on the GH farm, in a cotton crop, east of his house about 200 yards, maybe 100 yards south of the county road.  I noticed something red on the ground, got on my knees and dug around the red thing.  It was an apple, and in digging, I uncovered more apples, dug there for an hour and kept finding more apples, bright red, and each attached to a limb of the apple tree.  It was a below surface apple tree, in my cotton field, with maybe 100 apples on it, each one looked fresh off a surface tree.  End of dream.
 
In my opinion, when a dream is located where one would identify a person with that place, I think the dream was sent by that person, my father deceased, sending from another sphere, another plain, that I cannot see or contact, other than in sleep or out of body experiences - or perhaps even a deep meditative state.  Search on the symbolism of the apple, my favorite fruit - https://themuseinthemirror.com/2021/09/21/the-curious-symbolism-of-apples/  Coming from my father, I think what he might have been saying is that once he was place underground, he grew more knowledge that he did not have before.  I wrote 3 books what he was alive, worked on the genealogy back to Adam, about 10,000 hours, but he never seem much interested in any of it.  Maybe he can see the value of it now and wanted me to know that.                  kent 03-05-23

 

 

Dreams With My Mother, Minnie Snider Crutcher Berg in Them

 

Dream - Moma's House - 7-26-21

 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 3rd or 4th 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.

 End of dream.

 

Dream – My mother, Minnie Snider Crutcher Berg – (early September 2022)

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.

 

 

 

Dream With My Mother's Parents in It.

Dream, Cleaning Houses When I Sleep (November 8, 2023)
 
Paul Peevy came to me in this "dream".  Paul owned a diesel repair facility in Denver City, Texas, he was married to my cousin Sharon Snider Peevy, her father was my grandfathers brother.  He died of flesh, maybe 3 years ago.  Paul wanted me to work for him, he cleaned houses and he said he was too busy to work nights too, he needed a night person cleaning houses of people living there - when they were there as I cleaned.  I said ok (in the dream).  Walked in the door of my first house and in the living room sat George Snider,deceased, and out stepped from their bedroom my grandparents Ora Weatherby Snider and Alton Snider, the parents of my mother, Minnie Snider Crutcher Berg, and George.  George just looked at me, sort of indifferent and my grandparents smiled in large, glad to see me, they were maybe 50 in appearance.  Obviously, the dream was not about the physical cleaning of houses, it was about cleaning up the "house" of families.  I do not have a clue how I will "clean up houses", at night, when in a different state of consciousness.  End of Dream.  All I know is that I have a special connect to other worlds, sometimes, when I sleep (I go places, or and taken to places, not of this world of flesh), I do make a daily effort to keep my pineal gland clean as I know how to.  And too, I really did not know Paul Peevy, probably talked with him 5 times in my life, I knew him only because he married Sharon, which I did not know very well either (odd that he would appear to me in a dream, without reason behind it).  I think he must have made the "cut" when he died and perhaps figuratively helps clean up family houses now - I do not know, speculating I am - and how he cleans "houses" I do not know.  Obviously the house to be cleaned was the House of Snider-Weatherby, maybe lots more too.

 

 

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

 

Dream, a Contact - Howard Webb (early September 2022)

 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.

 

Dream, a Contact – Emma Jean Crutcher Webb – (early October, 2022)

 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.

Jesus speaks to us in Parables

Explains the reason why - Matthew 13:10-17.
 

Location of old house foundation frame.

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.

Snake symbolism in the Christian Bible

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.

Kent Crutcher October 22, 2022

 

Dreams, Other From Jerry Webb

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.

 

 

Dreams - People in the Dreams, I Knew as a Boy

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.

Kent Crutcher – October 24, 2022

 

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.

 End of dream.

 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, 1st semester I made the Dean's List, and eventually graduated with a MBA in economics, 3rd 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.

 Kent Crutcher

Dream, a Contact - College that taught only raising cattle (March 23, 2023)
 
Danny Hulse graduated from Seagraves, as did I.  He went to my undergraduate college for a year, then dropped out (he was a doper), moved back in with his parents, the mellenial child, way before his time - Danny had a crippled knee problems that bothered him all his life and in his late 50's the leg was cut off below the knee - I used to see him tooling around Brownfield in his motor chair, after I moved back here from DFW.  During the summers, home from college, I used to go visit him a couple of times during the summer, still crippled, still living with his parents.  He died in his parents home, about age 60.  Not sure of the inbetweens.  Danny came to me in a dream, behaved more mature than in life of flesh, we flew to his college in a second (in our spirit body), we were traveling around, and asked his area of study.  He said everyone going to that college was studying how to raise beef.  End of dream.
 
Dream, a Contact - Swanee River
A man and I were driving in his pickup on the 4-lane between Seagraves and Seminole, Texas, right south of the Gaines County Park, heading south.  He pulls up to road side mail box and asks me to get his mail, which I do.  He looks at it and says - here this one is for you.  Even for a dream I am surprised.  I open it, there is a letter and several thousand dollars in the envelope.  It has a W-2, with the name of Thomas Flores on it, a high school classmate, graduated my grade, unusual back then for a Mexican to graduate high school.  The W-2 was from the city of Seagraves.  There is a copy of the old South song Swanee River in it.  End of dream.   https://www.lyricsondemand.com/miscellaneouslyrics/statesongslyrics/floridastatesonglyrics.html
To me the dream means Thomas' spirit is alive, he speaks, via the song, of his experiences after death, and the money if for me to hunt down his relatives and tell this dream.  I tried doing this, but no one I knew contacted me with my inquiry, like I was a fly on the wall and all the years of going to school with them meant nothing.
 

 

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

 

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.

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. 

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.

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.

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

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.

Kent Crutcher

 

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.  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. 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.

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.

Kent Crutcher.

 

Dream - Janie Gets a Chance to Raise Herself and Get it Right  (7-24-23)

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.  .

As I type this, I think this must have been somehow tied to your family unit.  Maybe sending you to prison is what permanently breaks up the family, and it is permanent - whatever centers around me is so divisive, the family unit is torn apart, forever.  What you described witnessing growing up, if I could break the good people from the bad people, those of the Holy Spirit break apart from the negative, rebellous, spirit that you carry and have carried all you life, permanently, pull you out of it, put you with the good, I would do it.   But what the heck, it was just a dream - right?.

Thoughts later in the day - And this dream was immediately right before I woke up, it was 7 am and the grown woman hugging me was still in my vision as I lay there thinking about it all.  It was timed for me, Janie, it was timed so I would remember it all.
I think the little girl is you, and so is the grown woman hugging me, and you have possession of her now, her spirit, the little girl.  It is up to you to save her the grief you had.  You will be judged upon your success or failure.  What you do in life, for the rest of your life, she is under your care and protection, will depend upon the outcome of her spirit.
Our concept of time and space, I think is wrong, it is not linear, it is not in a straight line, like back in time or forward in time, like being on a road.  I think it is multi dimentional, meaning we can reach the past at a certain time, on another plane, another sphere, another level.  I, and you through my telling you about it, have experienced a trip, to another time.
Sort of an interesting situation if I understand it correctly - you now have possession of a little girl, her spirit inside of you, you, before all the bad things happen to her, and if you live right, do it God's way, not yours, be a Godly woman, age 60 forward, that is what the little girl will be.  If you want to step back in the past, where your mother and children live, raise her that way, YOUR WAYm she will not be much different than the way you are now, or were in the past.  Interesting presentation, presented to us, to you.  Sin not, Janie.  Raise her up the way she should be raised, I suggest.

 

A Dream, Not a Dream - Female Demons Sent To Intimidate Me (8-7-23)
 
Janie and I have been broke up for 2 months, about 50 break ups over 4 years.  She was raised to be a feminist, every woman in her family was the type of woman that "took no shit from a man, at any cost".  Clearly the Bible says the woman is to submit to the man.  This is the reason(s) we are apart - she will not do it.  I think she carries this spirit inside of her, a type of spirit of rebellion, takes different paths depending on the individual, both male and female, this being in direct conflict with God's way of Order.  For 4 years, I have tried to make this spirit in Janie go away.  I could not do it, she has to do it, but will not, for whatever reasons, she will not make it go away.  Because of this spirit, her decisions in life, have ruined her life, a wasteland of pain and destruction in her life history.  She told me that she taught her daughter and granddaughter to never take crap from a man, never - the same way her mother and the other women in her family taught her, by their behavior.  When I first met Janie and much of our relationship, she had the voice of a man, the type of man that is over confident, thinks he is more than what he really is - cocky.  In the bedroom Janie turned into a woman, with a woman's voice.  Often, just she and I alone, out here, she was all woman, this spirit of "whatever" just went away, we became one.  Then she returns home and it gets ignited again.
 
Dream: I was in the house of my father, my childhood bedroom.  I am my age as now, 70.  I am asleep in the dream, but in the dream within a dream, I feel prescences in the room.  I then feel half a dozen fingers all over my body, female fingers, little girl fingers.  Those fingers not only are running all over my body, but they are entering into my body and I feel the sensation of all these hands and fingers moving around inside of me, the fingers moving fast, in all directions inside of me, electricity in them too.  And at the same time, a  grown woman stands next to me, inches away from my right face and is screaming at the top of her lungs, a very high screech, high pitched voice, no words, just high pitched screams, I feel the vibrations of her screams all over my body, all inside of me, with the dozen hands screwing with the inside of my body.  I am so frightened I struggle with an outward scream - "who are you?"  I wake up with my own screams of fright - the dream ends.
 
I know who the women are, they are decievers, intimidators, bullies, they are the same women that live inside of Janie, directing her thoughts sucking energy from her, all her life, the same spirit women that ruins families, ruins the lives of women, children, men, that cannot cast them out, but are ruled by them in their thoughts, about everything.  They seek pleasure at the expense of the prey, the host - their primary motive is to seek feel good, anything that pleases that spirit.  My mother had them too, I remember like yesterday, seeing her face, her smile around men that she liked the looks of, that she lusted for.  As I lay there, frightened, tingling with fright, half awake, I force myself to show them I am not afraid of them, I force myself to re-enter the "dream", but they are gone, and have made their point with me.  They have told me - LEAVE JANIE ALONE, SHE IS MINE!!!  They will come again, in different methodologies, maybe, if I do not submit to them.  But- I have already been branded, i will not be intimidated by them, bullied by them.  I refuse.  I believe GH sent me the dream, it was his house - he confirms my thoughts on what controls Janie.  See attached pic - the cross between my shoulder blades, below my neck.  I did not put it there.  I have been branded.  You  know this world has the Holy Spirit to guide us, but it also must have an antithesis spirit.  You can see it everywhere when we go out in public, when we watch a movie, watch TV, read a newspaper, sit in public school.  The woman at Budweiser just knew she was in touch with the spirit of the world, and ruined the marketing of that brand.  Antifi has it, rebellion to anything not revolutionary.  Jews as a race have it, are filled with it.  People who watch TV have it, those who control the "programming" are the most powerful people on this earth.  For decades, Loia rid herself of it, now she has it again.  My girls have it.  Perhaps 90% of Americans, male and female have it.  I have to think daily or it will have me - like an addiction you have to fight back 24-7, deciding right and wrong, good and evil, for myself, casting out God Yahweh, God Jesus guidebook in my daily decisions, and in its place -  for what pleases me.
 
 
 
Dreams From Aunt Lillian, Husband to Raymond, Brother to my Father
 
Dream(s) - Van Vesper (March 28, 2023)
 
Had two dreams this morning.  Lillian came to me, and I thought I would remember it, but I do not, but I did get up and write down a word she used, on a pad in my office.  The word(s) was VanVesper, or more likely Van Vesper.  Did not know the mean of either, so I looked both up right now.  Van is Dutch meaning like a "son of" as in Scotland, McKinney - mc means "son of kinney".  So Van Crutcher, means son of Crutcher, Van Dyke means son of Dyke as in Dick Van Dyke.  Vesper means different things depending on where you are at.  Vesper probably meant, her meaning, evening star, or evening prayer.
2nd dream, going on an adventure, a mission, desert scene, I the head man of the expedition (my first), 2000 protecting soldiers going along, AI's, like watching a short movie, the very beginning, about 1st 10 minutes before I woke up (looked exciting) !!  Beautiful woman in my tent, wants to go with me on the trip - whatever that trip was, I do not know.
 
In July 2023, I had another dream with Lillian in it.  I was at a reunion at her house, lots of people there, I see her sons is all I remember of faces.  I am naked, except I wear underwear.  I walk up to her to speak, she says nothing about my attire.  She does say - Larry needs help, Larry her oldest son.  End of Dream.  I take the dream to mean I am not properly clothed to be judged by my Lord.  I must be sinful.
 
 
Dream - Is My Time of Death Near 
 
Mid-May 2023 - I was sleeping on the road, CR 490, behind my pickup, next to my graveyard (the road is 50' to the right of the headstone for Scota - my grave, to be, is to the left, south, of Scota's), on the GH farm, where I plan to be buried, and where the headstone for Scota is at.  It was early morning, I woke up, looked to the west, and about where the GH house is at (top of picture), where I was raised, are two wide load tractors sitting in the road, not moving, but they have the road blocked, immediately to the west of the house, in the road.  I know I need to travel down the road, to the house, and wonder how I will do it, with those taking up the road space with the tractor and equipment.  I look to my left, the south, and there stands Connie Crutcher, Marvin's wife, Lillian's daughter in law -  who died about 2 or 3 years ago.  She  smiles at me and says - there are lots of women around here that would like to be with you.  End of Dream.
 
I live alone and my "love life" has been not good since Loia left 17 years ago.  As I write this I am fighting depression.  Before Connie died, I was on Facebook, before the President of the United States was banned there, the night before she went into the hospital, then died 3 days later, she sent me a Facebook request to be friends with her - I did not accept.  I had never been in contact with her, alive, I thought the request a bit odd, especially when she died.  Mennonites have big expensive equipment like what sits to the west of the GH house, my guess much of it is drug money, American farmers cannot afford what they do, mostly new tractors and equipment.  Mennonite homeland is Mexico, before moving to Seminole, 40 years ago - their population exploding since then in west Texas.  I do not know what the dream means, other than the heading above.  I think souls left here, in this world of flesh, can see the future.
 
 
 
 
Visions or Visitors in my Bedroom, Awake
 
Vision, Not a Dream - Bear Hunt Vision - January 23, 2013

 1st 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.

2nd 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.

 3rd 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.

4th 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 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.

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

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.

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

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….

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.

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. 

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

 
 
Not a Dream - My Bed Behind Me Gets Slapped (August 18, 2023)
 
Janie and I have been broke up for 2.5 months, it has been depressing for me, a 4 year relationship, I began to rely upon her, even though she in not reliable, never was.  I tend to lay in bed past 7 now, half asleep, not wanting to get up and be a man, laying feeling better than going to work.  Around 7:15, 3 times this month, laying on my side toward the window, the west, and I feel something, someone slapping the bed behind me, hard enough to wake me up fully, not a hard fist, but a solid slap on the bed, telling me it is time to get up.  I turn over and nothing there.  I am convinced there are other worlds around us, spheres, plains, and sometimes ours and theirs interact.  I wonder who it is, telling me to stop whining and get on with it.  What comes to mind is the old man doing it.   goddamn boy, the sun is almost up - modern woman do not like men like you, get over it.  Today, August 18, 1917 is my fathers birthday.
 
 
 
Other Dreams
 
Dream – Honor, Dignity in the Old South - May 5, 1992

 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.

Kent Crutcher

 

Dream - Obama - July 2017

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.

Kent Crutcher

 

Dream - Two BestAugust 2018

 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.

End of Dream.

Kent Crutcher

Dream - Contest of Men - January 21, 2020

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).

I got up, opened my Bible and read Luke 2:14.

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.


 Kent Crutcher

Dream – AI, or not March 20, 2020

 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. 

End of Dream.    Jan 2024 - They are making AI women real looking now.

 Kent Crutcher

Dream - The RaceApril 2020

 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.

Dream ends.

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.

Kent Crutcher

 Dream - Bonanza - 3-1-21

 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.

End of Dream, about March 2021

Dream, a Contact - Hello Peggy Lipton -  6-1-21

 

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.

End of Dream,

Peggy died, age 72, 2019.

Dream - FISER Man - July 2021

 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.

 End of dream.

Kent – July 28, 2021

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. :)

 

 Dream - Treasure in a Field - September 13, 2021

 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 4 weeks, and there were 5 days I did not think I would wake up the next morning. I was down for 4 weeks total. And this dream was towards the end of the virus sickness, when I knew I was going to live through it all.

 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 “manitures” 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. 

End of Dream.

 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.

https://youtu.be/CGvSl8fkkE0        https://youtu.be/aGv_HmIgdes       Greatest Bible Discovery of our Age, part 1 and 2.

 Kent Crutcher Sepempter 13, 2021

 

Dream – Life of an Emoji Hybrid Man 11-27-21

(the newspaper cartoon series about cities, that never was)

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.

End of dream.

Kent Crutcher

 Dream, a Contact - The Greek Woman Speaks 12-17-21

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".

 End of dream.

Kent Crutcher

Dream - Odysseus January 15, 2022

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.

Kent Crutcher

 

Dream - Kung Fu Cowboys in the Big Valley - 2-8-22

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 Characters in this very vivid dream

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.

The Scene, the Dream 

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.)

 End of Dream.

 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.

 Kent Crutcher

 

Dream - An-t-fa  3-1-22

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

Dream - Survivalist (3-20-22 first day of Spring)


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.

Kent Crutcher

 

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.

Kent Crutcher

 

 

 Cross-Scar Appears on My Back, Never There Before - August 8, 2022

 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.

Dream ends.

 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”.

 

 Dream – Catholic Church, Ringing Bells Hanger – October 20, 2022

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.

If the reader is interested in reading what bell ringing means to the Catholics, it has several esoteric meanings, beyond calling the congregation to services.  Do an internet search if interested.  One such site:  https://abujacatholicarchdiocese.org/catholics/what-is-the-meaning-of-bells-in-the-catholic-church.html  They are also rung to announce the upcoming death of someone, or a special event.

 

Dream – The Pooka – October, 24, 2022

 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.

 Kent Crutcher – October 24, 2022

 
Dream, I am a Hurd - 12-19-22
 
Howard Hurd was a neighbor of my fathers.  Daddy had a section of land (640 acres), Mr. Hurd had 4 sections to the north and east of Daddy.  Mr. Hurd catapiller broke all his land, about 2.5' deep each year, it did not blow.  He painted all his houses and equipment white and he bought a new Cadillac each year, of course white.  He was a more precise man than my father, had several hands working for him (my father had his children, and did not pay them).  His son Howard Jr. was a heart surgeon in Lubbock before retirement.  Mr. Hurd had another section 30 miles east.  Without exception, you could see Mr. Hurds car lights pull up on his place at 6am each morning - we had been in the field for 30 minutes by then.  And each year, I went to sleep listening to Mr. Hurd's "cat" deepbreak 4 sections of land, running day and night, the squeaking metal wheels the cat had.
 
Each time I go out to my place, today, Daddy's place, I look at the Hurd place, it was bought by Mennonites, and I think it was bought with drug money.  I have no proof of this, they bought 13 sections out here close to me, and in partnership with someone around Whiteface, 15,000 acres.  The price they pay for land around here is extremely high.  I was a Financial Analyst and CPA most of my life and the numbers do not work out.  Some of the farmland is organic, and watching them for years, the cow-do they put down is not enough to make a decent crop, so they must cheat at that too.  But I have not proof of that either, other than common sense, my kind of common sense.  So..................each time I drive out there, past 3 years, it really irks me thinking the Hurd place (sold by the family when Mrs. Hurd died - she would never had sold it) was bought with drug money and the organic land is not really organic at all.  Normal American farmers would not, could not, pay the prices paid for the land I explain above.  100 times, I have said in my thoughts, "what do you think of the people that own your land, Mr. Hurd?  And each time, I wonder if he hears me?
 
The Dream - I am in a building with people.  A woman walks up to me, a pretty face, she says "I am a Hurd.  I am 30".  She smiles nice at me.  She says - I am a good ice skater, and I want you to watch me ice skate around the ice rink.  I smile, sort of puzzled by it all, and say yes.  We enter the ice skate room, but people come up to her, cause a distraction, and I do not get to watch her skate.  End of Dream.
 
Kent 12-19-22

Dream - Kent Skywalker, Fighter Pilot - (January 2023)

 

The imagery and colors are sharp, bright, impressive.  A man and I walk into a facility and in the room we enter there is  something, a vehicle, a machine, that looks like a combination muscle car, like an old 65 Vet and a futuristic fighter jet, a one seater.  The vehicle sits about 2' off the ground, no wheels, it has something that permits it to "float", anti-gravity.  If a pickup truck is 20' this is about 30 to 40'.  The nose is pointed like a modern fighter jet, the cockpit is about 3' away from the front nose, and the cockpit is maybe 3-4', a domed top, like modern fighter jets.  It has wings like a modern jet, but the back, from the cockpit backward, looks like where all the muscle is at, and it rises into a contour shape.  As I study it, I know the engine is back there, plus a lot of other goodies, not found in jets today.
The man and I walk in the place above, and I look at him, we communicate telepathy.  I say - Wow, what is this.  He looks at me and he says - you know what it is, impressive huh?  I say - WOW again.  He says - we turn one of these out each day, and you are the pilot of each one of them.  He looks at me as I think - you mean you are creating one of me each day to fly this for whatever purpose, wherever I am sent.  He says, in his thoughts - yes.  The image in my brain comes to mind, entering the machine, knowing how to manage it, and my age is about 25, the way I looked then, but I have my life's experiences up to today in my brain, which I assume will be connected to a computer.  End of dream.  I instantly wake up.
 
I lay there awake thinking about it, think of the possibilities, the life and death adventures of what is to be.  I think - when I am killed, my memories are automatically saved, up to time of death.  I am then recreated - I go back and kill whoever, whatever, killed me.  Does not take a lot of imagination to create, make up cool ways to eradicate evil from Earth, from this universe, as I lay there thinking about it.  In the days ahead, thinking about it, I think - Kent, you must be really different from most.   :)
 
 
 
Dream - Best Video Available on Texas History  (April 23, 2023)
 
First scene, as I watch the dream, like watching a short movie - I am in my cotton field, on my knees sobbing passionately.  I am thinking about the intentional destruction of my homeland Texas, what has been done to it, from the enemies within, and that it will probably never recover from the ruination around us all.  I am thinking of the open borders allowing foreign peoples and mindset to become the majority here, the brainwashing in our public schools and universities, the never ending lies of the mainstream media outlets, including newspapers, and the degradation of my own people to where one cannot recognize the founders of Texas in most of it's white "citizens".
 
2nd  Scene, as the 1st fades away - Either I, or my son, about 10 years old, is hunting in a treed area, with a rifle.  The boy in the hunt (alone), is running fast pace on the pursuit of whatever, he has weights on his arms and legs, I assume his father puts them on him to make him stronger, enduring, even in a pursuit that brings pleasure to the boy.  I think - I have been a jogger for 37 years each morning, and I run with weights on my wrists and hands, 17 pounds on each.
 
3rd Scene, as #2 fades out - I witness a documentary, the speaker taking us into a 1840's house of one of the founders of Texas, his name at the top Visitor Register, I cannot remember.  The 2nd name on Register is mine, but it was typed in, not written in my handwriting. 
 
4th Scene - same as 3rd, except it is a different house, different Founder, but my name is #3 on the Visitor List, typed in, not handwritten.  In the dream, I think - you have done 10,000 of genealogy work, and have a rich history in Texas.  I wonder who these two founders are, if this is the way they recognize me as a Texan, in the same light as they are.  I then remember, in the dream, a video that Louis Beam has sent me, he telling me that this was the best video on Texas he has witnessed.  End of dream.
 
I lay there for a minute, get up, write down the dream notes, I think - Mr. Beam never sent me such a video, but what his prescence in the dream means is that he will have a place in the history of Texas, if we are to survive as a people, as a nation in Texas.  As I type this down, I think, the book Lone Star by Fehrenbach, is the best book I have ever read on the history of Texas, it should be required reading in all our public schools.  I think the book Race, Reds, Riots, and Crime by Teddy Roosevelt is another book everyone needs to read - one page discusses the necessary separation of the founders of Texas, from Mexico, comparing the Texas citizen founders to the average Mexico citizen that ruled over them.
 
 
Dream - Plane Wreck, Rogue Government, Adversaries in the Scene (April 26, 2023)
 
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 my 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.

This is the 5th 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".