Deodra is a planet of endless variety in its landscape. It combines a multitude of cultures, both primitive and futuristic, where the ideals of play time activities and novelties prevail. These places and uses are scattered across the entire sphere of its expression, so as to give the youthful entities of its population a sense of total envelopment in whatever game or sport they choose to indulge. For all, whom shall be as children in both mind and spirit, this realm of Heaven will be rife with adventure and is made to be explored and to interact with.
There was an invisible, ever present feeling that a paternal figure was never far away, and though this figure was always unseen, it persisted in giving us a satisfying sense of security no matter where we were or what we were doing. Yet, despite the company of this invisible, non-interfering, yet observant authority all about us, there still remained an ambiance of team spirit, group participation, and creative ability everywhere - pretty much everything that a neglected child would ultimately appreciate in an emotionally comfortable situation.
This is all owed to the planet Deodra (dee-uh-druh) being "reappropriated" in Lord Viskey's Heaven, in the millennium of "reestablishing his magnet" (to Heaven ; circa 1977-78). The entire planetary vibration has been altered on behalf of the several thousand rescued children who were once stranded in the pyramid Androita during the Atlantean opposition to the Lemurian "Fallen Souls". Once Lord Viskey had evolved enough to understand the consequences of trying to control the lives of others, he was enabled to return to noble status in his own galaxy, Keymo.
Immediately after regaining his position of authority in the House of Noble, he set out to make amends with his begotten child entities by establishing a world wide playground for them. Now, as his spiritual work for this era draws down, and while Lord Viskey awaits the completion of gathering the rest of his "personal atom" during this earth plane exodus, the molecule known as "Byron" has found its opportunity and privilege to have an intimate glimpse within the dynamics of this particular planet in our heavenly domain.
In dreams and on soul flights, I have always found it to be a land of preoccupations. The inhabitants are all childlike in feature, and I found myself to be either younger or older at will - which is to say, that I never felt to be older than about 15 nor younger than about 8 or 9 years old. Everyone saw me as a part in their community, and with the sense of heavenly "belonging", I was able to participate in many of their activities as if I had always belonged there with them. It was as if I were both the benefactor and the beneficiary of all that Deodra had to offer.
The children can ride on animals. They can become animals and play as such, transforming back into their own familiarity at a whim and without fears or concerns. They can go camping. They can invent toys and they have countless habitats to play in. The possibilities seem to be endless. Adventures can be created and explored seemingly around every corner.
My experiences on this planet so far, have been numerous and I've documented some of these in several writings; a couple of which will be shared momentarily. If you have visited the chapter on "My Spirit Children" (Library 1), you will have already read about Peter introducing me to his invention called the "sail board," which occurred near one little "hideaway" area having an old west town motif. There were other "acceleration devices" I have dreamt about using too; one in particular was merely a ring-like hand-held, hollow disk, that was activated by simply pointing it out in front of me. With a twist of my wrist, I was enabled to instantaneously "zing" right or left, as I navigated a thickly forested area elsewhere on this planet. Another interesting "vehicle" was introduced to me through both Noellen and Nicole's love for all things "pertaining to motion," which we've come to know as a "velocilator" - affectionately refferred to as the "jet-ski" of the air. This tool was quite suitable to use in the astral realm surrounding our earth plane, and I've also documented these stories as "Cloud Tag," "Astral Steeplechase," and "Morning Glory Run" (hopefully to be published in the near future).
Here are a couple of other experiences I have also had on the great "transformed" planet of Deodra, having no other particular story line to them:
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"I Was A Bird"
This was a very long dream in which I felt like I was a pigeon at the beginning, a robin later and a sparrow intermittently. It was an exhilarating dream because it started when I launched out from a cubby hole in some barn or other building and began to fly like a "professional" bird. I had a companion which seemed to be either a sparrow or a blue bird, and she was usually flying on my right side and slightly behind me, matching every turn, drop and twist that I made - we could fly in unison. Our trip was extensive. We left the one place that felt like a pair of pigeon holes beside each other in an upper level of an old building, and we flew over several fields, between tree islands, up to, and between other buildings along the unplanned route. I remember stopping at an apartment complex that was probably at least three stories high, roosting on air conditioners that protruded out of the upper floor's back windows. We flew down into other areas where vehicles and construction sight trailers and machines were.
Although the overall sensation was one of thrill and velocity, there were also times of feeling like we were being chased by some unknown and unseen predator. But there were many times throughout all of the flying that I was just able to look over the shoulders of my wings to watch my companion fly with me, or to check out the landscape that we flew over, usually at no more than a height of 30 to 50 feet off the ground. It was a beautiful view and heavenly sensation.
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Meeting Juankadro With "Ni-Ooh-Kae"
Arriving via soul flight on the night of 2015/11/04, I Dreamt of riding in a golf cart-like vehicle, out into a hilly area where kids were playing. There were four of us in the cart, and I sat next to the girl driving. I couldn't tell who was in the back seat, but I knew the driver as "Nicole" (an easier to pronounce name for this "rescued" Androita child, first introduced to me as: "Ni-Ooh-Kae"). She was about twelve years old, and had long blonde hair and grey-blue eyes wearing a yellowish blouse, reddish colored shorts, and sandals while she steered over and around some soft meandering hills. Nicole drove the cart until we stopped near a building that seemed to be a garden shed. Near the building a barrel sat with two people standing around it busying themselves with stripping down the stems of some very long plant and putting some pieces into the barrel while saving some other parts to a plank made into a table.
A Cuban looking boy that was chubby and about twelve years old said his name was Juankadro (wahn-kay-dro). He had thick, dark wavy hair, and dark tan skin, a wide face and deep brown eyes. He was helping an older, taller male working on the plants, pulling off long strips and placing them in the barrel. As he was cleaning this plant up and putting its other parts in the barrel, he noticed me leaning against the wall of the garden shed watching them work. The younger boy brought to me some various pieces that were long fleshy pedicels that flared out into flat disks which were apparently the bare calyx surrounding the pedicels. I could tell that these flat disks were where the fruit or flower would have been attached, but there were no blooms or fruits to be seen. These various sized calyx and pedicels were not over 3 or 4 inches long, but they were the primary focus of attention to Juankadro. He said that he was collecting them so they could be placed out in the lawn as "pins" to be knocked over in a game involving a ball or rock which was rolled at them. Juankadro told me they were for playing "nine pins".
There was an invisible, ever present feeling that a paternal figure was never far away, and though this figure was always unseen, it persisted in giving us a satisfying sense of security no matter where we were or what we were doing. Yet, despite the company of this invisible, non-interfering, yet observant authority all about us, there still remained an ambiance of team spirit, group participation, and creative ability everywhere - pretty much everything that a neglected child would ultimately appreciate in an emotionally comfortable situation.
This is all owed to the planet Deodra (dee-uh-druh) being "reappropriated" in Lord Viskey's Heaven, in the millennium of "reestablishing his magnet" (to Heaven ; circa 1977-78). The entire planetary vibration has been altered on behalf of the several thousand rescued children who were once stranded in the pyramid Androita during the Atlantean opposition to the Lemurian "Fallen Souls". Once Lord Viskey had evolved enough to understand the consequences of trying to control the lives of others, he was enabled to return to noble status in his own galaxy, Keymo.
Immediately after regaining his position of authority in the House of Noble, he set out to make amends with his begotten child entities by establishing a world wide playground for them. Now, as his spiritual work for this era draws down, and while Lord Viskey awaits the completion of gathering the rest of his "personal atom" during this earth plane exodus, the molecule known as "Byron" has found its opportunity and privilege to have an intimate glimpse within the dynamics of this particular planet in our heavenly domain.
In dreams and on soul flights, I have always found it to be a land of preoccupations. The inhabitants are all childlike in feature, and I found myself to be either younger or older at will - which is to say, that I never felt to be older than about 15 nor younger than about 8 or 9 years old. Everyone saw me as a part in their community, and with the sense of heavenly "belonging", I was able to participate in many of their activities as if I had always belonged there with them. It was as if I were both the benefactor and the beneficiary of all that Deodra had to offer.
The children can ride on animals. They can become animals and play as such, transforming back into their own familiarity at a whim and without fears or concerns. They can go camping. They can invent toys and they have countless habitats to play in. The possibilities seem to be endless. Adventures can be created and explored seemingly around every corner.
My experiences on this planet so far, have been numerous and I've documented some of these in several writings; a couple of which will be shared momentarily. If you have visited the chapter on "My Spirit Children" (Library 1), you will have already read about Peter introducing me to his invention called the "sail board," which occurred near one little "hideaway" area having an old west town motif. There were other "acceleration devices" I have dreamt about using too; one in particular was merely a ring-like hand-held, hollow disk, that was activated by simply pointing it out in front of me. With a twist of my wrist, I was enabled to instantaneously "zing" right or left, as I navigated a thickly forested area elsewhere on this planet. Another interesting "vehicle" was introduced to me through both Noellen and Nicole's love for all things "pertaining to motion," which we've come to know as a "velocilator" - affectionately refferred to as the "jet-ski" of the air. This tool was quite suitable to use in the astral realm surrounding our earth plane, and I've also documented these stories as "Cloud Tag," "Astral Steeplechase," and "Morning Glory Run" (hopefully to be published in the near future).
Here are a couple of other experiences I have also had on the great "transformed" planet of Deodra, having no other particular story line to them:
* * *
"I Was A Bird"
This was a very long dream in which I felt like I was a pigeon at the beginning, a robin later and a sparrow intermittently. It was an exhilarating dream because it started when I launched out from a cubby hole in some barn or other building and began to fly like a "professional" bird. I had a companion which seemed to be either a sparrow or a blue bird, and she was usually flying on my right side and slightly behind me, matching every turn, drop and twist that I made - we could fly in unison. Our trip was extensive. We left the one place that felt like a pair of pigeon holes beside each other in an upper level of an old building, and we flew over several fields, between tree islands, up to, and between other buildings along the unplanned route. I remember stopping at an apartment complex that was probably at least three stories high, roosting on air conditioners that protruded out of the upper floor's back windows. We flew down into other areas where vehicles and construction sight trailers and machines were.
Although the overall sensation was one of thrill and velocity, there were also times of feeling like we were being chased by some unknown and unseen predator. But there were many times throughout all of the flying that I was just able to look over the shoulders of my wings to watch my companion fly with me, or to check out the landscape that we flew over, usually at no more than a height of 30 to 50 feet off the ground. It was a beautiful view and heavenly sensation.
* * *
Meeting Juankadro With "Ni-Ooh-Kae"
Arriving via soul flight on the night of 2015/11/04, I Dreamt of riding in a golf cart-like vehicle, out into a hilly area where kids were playing. There were four of us in the cart, and I sat next to the girl driving. I couldn't tell who was in the back seat, but I knew the driver as "Nicole" (an easier to pronounce name for this "rescued" Androita child, first introduced to me as: "Ni-Ooh-Kae"). She was about twelve years old, and had long blonde hair and grey-blue eyes wearing a yellowish blouse, reddish colored shorts, and sandals while she steered over and around some soft meandering hills. Nicole drove the cart until we stopped near a building that seemed to be a garden shed. Near the building a barrel sat with two people standing around it busying themselves with stripping down the stems of some very long plant and putting some pieces into the barrel while saving some other parts to a plank made into a table.
A Cuban looking boy that was chubby and about twelve years old said his name was Juankadro (wahn-kay-dro). He had thick, dark wavy hair, and dark tan skin, a wide face and deep brown eyes. He was helping an older, taller male working on the plants, pulling off long strips and placing them in the barrel. As he was cleaning this plant up and putting its other parts in the barrel, he noticed me leaning against the wall of the garden shed watching them work. The younger boy brought to me some various pieces that were long fleshy pedicels that flared out into flat disks which were apparently the bare calyx surrounding the pedicels. I could tell that these flat disks were where the fruit or flower would have been attached, but there were no blooms or fruits to be seen. These various sized calyx and pedicels were not over 3 or 4 inches long, but they were the primary focus of attention to Juankadro. He said that he was collecting them so they could be placed out in the lawn as "pins" to be knocked over in a game involving a ball or rock which was rolled at them. Juankadro told me they were for playing "nine pins".