Thank you Leigh for allowing me to share my experiences. They are made of several experiences that I have had for the past 20 years or so, they are all “dreams”. They are not always constant, there were phase when they were very regular, twice a month, and sometimes there would be months without anything. But as you so well described on the Jesus communication you had, they are REAL! The themes varied, there was a phase when I had repeated dreams with dolphins and whales, and they were SOOOOO emotionally charged, that I would wake up literally with my heart aching due to the intensity of the love shared. Other phases were primarily ships flying all over. Some of them involved interactions with beings.
I would like to share a recent one, late 2013, it happened before I had any idea of the existence of these Mantid beings, which I learned through Peter Slaterry show.
MANTID BUS DRIVER
It is set on what seemed to be a Mediterranean beach, I say this because the colour of the sea was so turquoise blue and clear, and the beach was full of those sun umbrellas and stretchers those Greek and Southern Italian beaches are so full of.
My wife and I were queueing up to enter this orange tourist minibus that was oddly enough parked on a boat-ramp near the water. As we got on it, I saw that the driver was a Mantid wearing a driver’s uniform that struck me as odd. He was tall, can’t remember precisely his colour, very slender, big round black eyes, and was holding a “passengers list”. We sat at the back, the bus was small, and could hold a maximum of 20 people, I was aware that there were others on it, but could not see faces.
I then ask the driver, I cannot remember talking, so assume it was telepathically, “where are we going?” And “it” turned to me and answered “it is not important, you will know when we get there”. Now the interesting thing was that he was very “disengaged”, and emotion-less. No facial expression, no emotion, no interest in “engage” in communication; it felt very matter-of-fact and “scientific”.
Something else that was quite marked was that his voice (assuming it was male) was extremely deep and base. Now that I think about it, it feels more like a thought imprint was transferred to my head, very heavy and sluggishly “voice”. Something else that was quite marked was that the perception of time seemed quite distorted, as if when he “spoke”, time slowed down drastically. I cannot remember being afraid, angry, excited, if anything I was curious and contained.
After it informed of what was going to happen, I sat down and the “bus” started to go down the ramp and entered the water.
After that I remember just waking up.
This dream left me intrigued for a long time. It was so unusual and so impressive that it isvivid in my mind until today