I just met the Archon in a dream

I was in the Archon’s crazy world. I had a feeling of rapture in some of it, and despair in other places. The world of the Archon was fanciful and magnificent almost beyond imagination, but there was also disorder and toxicity.

I looked at the Archon and he looked at me with his crazy look and his crazy visage that seemed to always morph. He looked sometimes like a crazy genius and sometimes just like an enigmatic man.

I think he had a crush on me. He was creating these projects, some of them of the most astounding and remarkable beauty. And he showed me one image which had an erotic depiction of me. But I don’t know if it was the true me or not. It was just a reflection in a painting.

It was an offering he gave to me and it was a great honor to receive it from him. Maybe it was his way of communicating with and honoring me that he created the image of me.

In the midst of the changingness and tumult, amidst the crazy, astounding beauty, decay, destruction, and chaos, I paused. I held still amidst all of it for a moment and took in the beauty of one of his creations. I did not need permission to just stop in the midst of it all and behold a work of his of magnificent splendour. To behold his works, to stand in the midst of so many of them, imparted a feeling of rapture, including this work I was beholding.

It changed depending upon how you looked at it. From one angle it would appear one way, but if you shifted a little bit it would change dramatically.

I was in an old house with different rooms filled with his works all around. It felt like a magical dreamworld. But while some rooms were filled with the most fascinating things, others were in a state of chaos and decay. As much as there was order and beauty all around, there was also chaos and decay. While the second storey of the house was filled with wondrous things, the first storey was dilapidated and utterly falling to pieces.

It was as if the Archon couldn’t hold it all together. Even though he was brilliant and intensely creative, he couldn’t keep it all together. All he could do was move on and keep creating, even though things he just created before were already, sadly falling into ruin and disorder.

I kind of felt sorry for him. I felt like I really saw him, perceived his essence. Maybe that’s why he had a thing for me, because I was able to truly see him and perhaps the only one to truly appreciate him.

I remember my body being immersed in a room with fluid that was potentially toxic because there was a lot of waste, including electronic waste. Being knowledgeable about electronics and environmental things, I was aware of the potential of this fluid to be toxic from the electronic components leaching into the fluid.

I felt like I wanted to create order amidst all this chaos. I felt like there was some kind of strange dance between me and the Archon – my order versus his creativity but also chaos and decay.

I wanted him to be attracted to me because of my ability to create order, but when I would think that maybe he was only attracted to me in a venal capacity, it made me feel sad. I wanted to be able to create order to make his world more beautiful and healthy, but I’m not sure that’s what he wanted from me.

At some point in the dream the Archon asked me to go somewhere for him and I was preparing to drive for him, then he wanted to go with me and we were sitting in a car together. It felt like he was hitting on me. I wanted him to be happy because I admired him, I admired his ability to create, but I wasn’t sure of his true intentions.

There were other people in his world to. Now I also remember what seemed like a race track. It wound around this place we were at, and people were configuring these rows of slots, filling these plastic square slots with their own projects, and sometimes they would race around this track.

But I stepped away from this track and saw a lot of plastic and people just spinning over and over on this thing, as though this racetrack thing had pulled people in. It had this powerful capacity to lure people in and keep them preoccupied.

But I stepped back from it all and saw what was going on, saw the sickness of it all, because many people were massively caught up in it without understanding how much. More than anything I wanted people to wake up and see how they were caught up in this plastic, artificial thing.

Then I actually met the creator of this thing. I saw how he was deceiving people, making them believe they were doing one thing, but hidden behind it was actually his own thing. I have to say this reminded me almost exactly of how jews are now working on mass manipulation of the population.

Just yesterday the ADL’s Greenblatt, who is a sick, evil creep, admitted openly that they run randomized trials on how to control people for the sake of achieving power and domination.

This creator of the racetrack place with the slots and plastic squares people were working on you a younger-looking, somewhat slim man and I believe he was Ukrainian.

I was involved with one of the fake projects when someone revealed to me what was actually behind it. It turned out that he was Ukrainian. He was the mastermind deceiving all the people at the race track.

The project I thought I saw wasn’t what it appeared to be, but something entirely differen. The Ukrainian mastermind man revealed it to me. I don’t know why he chose to reveal this to me.

It looked like a race car that fit in to one of the rows of plastic squares. There was some kind of hood on the front of the car, and it had writing on it and different colors. But then I clearly saw for a moment that that was just a mask for the real hood, which was black and had different writing.

There also seemed to be something about gambling with what was going on, which I knew was evil. Behind what seemed like fervent and fruitful activity, was actually something rotten and evil, something not healthy, just wasting time and not producing anything real.

I wonder how many people working intently on what they thought were good projects, were actually working on the false projects.

I awoke from my dream, from that crazy world, alone, in my room, the light was already shining outside. A new day is starting. I didn’t get enough sleep again but I did get an experience I’ll never forget in my lifetime.

Guess I’ll go make some tea, and go for a walk outside later today.

Maybe there was some good amidst the darkness, or maybe the dream only showed me the potential for there to be good. Somehow I had the ability to transform the Archon’s world in a way that preserved it. And parts of it were very, very beautiful and I wanted to save as much as I could. But it was constantly falling into chaos. The beautiful creations of the Archon were falling into disorder and it was breaking me heart to see such beauty go to waste.

About the Ukrainian mastermind guy, he seemed to emulate the Archon, but he wasn’t the real Archon, the true creator. He was like an impostor and his world emulated the Archon’s in some ways, but it wasn’t the real world.