The Bermuda Triangle – no more mysteries. The mysteries of the Bermuda Triangle. Did you know that ships haven’t been sinking there for a long time? I don’t think so. For many centuries, legends and myths were gladly passed down that there is an anomaly in the area of the Bermuda Islands. Moreover, there were a huge number of variants – from a gateway to a parallel world to alien abductors.
But almost no one knows that there are no more secrets. After all, it doesn’t take your breath away and capture your imagination as much, right? The thing is that there is a place of old volcanic activity there. Numerous volcanic spires are hidden under water. In the past, when navigating ships, captains relied on their own sensory abilities – eyesight. For quite understandable reasons, it was not enough.
And indeed, it was a rare ship that did not run into the spire of an underwater volcano. In our time, this area is equipped with radar stations, and ships have sonars, radars, and radio altimeters. And ships do not disappear. So why am I saying all this?
People are accustomed to considering everything incomprehensible as unknown and mystical. Even those who receive information in dreams are considered by some in our modern world to be witches. It is good that the fire of the Inquisition went out long ago.
The Bermuda Triangle – no more mysteries
In our time, when in the field of quantum physics the Universe is viewed as an indivisible, boundless network of dynamic activity, alive, constantly changing. When the holographic effect was discovered, and the luminaries of world quantum physics, neurophysiologists, – themselves assert that “our thought processes are closely connected with the physical world.”
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In the comments, every now and then you come across statements about magic, and sorcery. Discover, explore the TRUTH. Myths and fairy tales are a fascinating invented world. However, the real world is much more interesting. In it there are far more truly breathtaking amazing things than you think! It’s just that although they seem like something incredible – they are real for everyone.
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And as Einstein said: There are only two ways to live your life. The first — as if nothing is a miracle. The second — as if everything is a miracle.
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Today, according to the dream calendar, the affirmation “My superconsciousness” is active. The calendar is active via the link in the stories. What other myths shall we debunk? What is your most amazing story in life that seemed unreal at first?
Prophetic dreams about the Berber triangle
I dreamed a lot. A lot. I’ll write down what I remember. The understanding in the dream that I’m from another world. I have access to a library.
The library. Not that it’s huge, but I couldn’t see the edges. The structure of the space exists. That is, not just a room, but a long corridor, and on both sides small sectors, with shelves up to the ceiling. I have access to all the books, without restriction. And the librarians know me. It feels like I already worked there. The head librarian is a middle-aged woman, fair-haired.
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A calm voice. Easy to talk to. She has a wrinkle on the bridge of her nose (in real life I have a scar on the bridge of my nose). And she was dressed in a thick turtleneck, woolen, 4×4 rib knit pattern, brick-red color (I dreamed of a turtleneck of that color about the Bermuda Triangle). And I had already dreamed of this place, I know it well.
The problem is that the books lie horizontally in stacks. And to find the one you need, it takes time. Books of different sizes, different formats, different information…
They lie on top of each other. And if, for example, you need a thin pamphlet… it might be somewhere under huge folios. And you need to patiently and painstakingly search for the right one. (in my apartment in the dream I had exactly the same arrangement of books, in stacks, horizontally, on top of the wardrobe)
I came to this place in search of a book. I was let in, that’s not a problem at all (with a pass). I talked with the head librarian. And I went to look for the book. I found it. A small one, children’s literature, a story. Two of my friends are with me. Twins. Men. (I understand that these are Messi and Suarez, they were
getting underfoot the whole dream)
Another place. A cube. We’re in a cube. Three tiers. We’re on the middle tier. I’m in a group. With me are two twins and other people. Girls… But I can’t see their faces. (in general they moved too fast, straight ahead). In the room there are three columns. They are in the middle of the room and form a triangle. And these are teleports for moving within the cube. And I understand that a purge is happening. A purge of people is happening right now.
We need to move to another tier. The girls have already “jumped”. I understand that I need to hurry… I don’t make it in time. And I crash into the column with full force… Closed. The twins are climbing into other columns. And I’m wearing such a beautiful dress… light blue. Light, with bare shoulders, a draped bust. And the skirt is made of tiers of transparent airy fabric, and everything is so flowing. Light, airy…
And my hair is loose, and wavy, long and thick. I go up to the column. There’s no way the passage could have closed. And I enter it, calmly. There’s a passage, a corridor, with turns periodically. But the corridor is made of fabric. Very dense, similar to thick yellow foam rubber. But I calmly pass through, changing the position of my body. Straight, sideways… I got out.
I understood that this is the lower tier. I have it in my memory that in this place there was an aquarium.
A big rectangular one with perfectly clean water. And I myself raised in this aquarium, from tiny ones,
fish. Multicolored. And I see that the aquarium is empty… My fish are gone. Someone teleported them. Where? I feel bitter. The fish are gone. Now I have to look for the fish too…
And suddenly I see my fish being released from the filter. And they remember me. They remember everything. After all, I fed them and raised them. They froze in a school in the water and look at me. On the left in the aquarium… And one big catfish, with white spots, swims toward the filter (and the filter is on the right) and wants to squeeze through into the filter, to get through it into my hands. The catfish is not just big, it’s rounded. And it has almost folded in half to squeeze through… But it couldn’t get through the filter.
There. The catfish on the right — that’s 1, that’s the count. The school of fish — the team of the left. In their school there was a big yellow fish.
But the catfish couldn’t get through, that is, it won’t work out. Something won’t work out with the goal (?). The catfish was dark, almost black with white spots, a cleaner. And these two buddies of mine were with me all the time.
I’m on a bus. A city one. Sitting on the left side by the window. Alone on 2 seats. I have things, a black travel bag, something else. Our group is going somewhere. My two buddies are on the right side of the bus.
(count? 1 woman — 2 men)
Our whole group is riding on this bus. I sit, pondering, lost in myself. And suddenly it hits me that I need to change clothes. Into my jeans, boyfriend ones, a black T-shirt. I change. I take off the skirt, pull on the jeans. And just as I did that… A stop happens! Abruptly. Harsh. The group gets off. Just awful… I grab the things. Something under one arm, something under the other…
The bag on my right shoulder, something else in both hands. And I understand that I won’t be able to take everything — I leave the old clothes. Everyone has already gotten off through the front doors. And my buddies too. I run to the doors. They’re already closing… Some guy pushes me out of the bus. Apparently I caught him with my travel bag. And the doors are yellow and accordion-style. I jump out at the stop.
The stop is familiar to me. From real life. I used to take my daughter there, to the dental clinic, to have a baby tooth pulled 2 times, in the city center. (Teeth were pulled on both sides, on top). And the stop is cast-iron, with a plastic canopy. I got off. Hoping that someone would throw out my things left on the bus for me.
No one threw them out… Fine. I think I need to pack what I have into the travel bag. And suddenly I see that the girls from the group are running again. Just straight ahead. They disappeared around the corner of a white brick building on the left. I look to the right — my buddies have already run off too. I follow them. I caught up.
We’re riding on a bus. The bus is only for us. For me and my “twins”. One, the main one, is driving. The driver’s seat is clearly in the middle in front. And I climbed into the body of the second one. The men are riding, enjoying themselves, singing songs. And the bus is so luxurious. Spacious, like an airplane cockpit. And windows! WINDOWS! Windows on all sides. And the sky is blue. And then the main one gives me a smoke.
I take it — the cigarette is inserted into a holder (for some reason it looked like Belomorkanal, you know when this “filter” is specially pinched in several places so the tobacco doesn’t get through, that kind of holder, only made of bone, light-colored, carved). And I smoke. But at first, several times I smoke without inhaling. And when I did inhale, long like that, it hit me… Some kind of high. I sit, exhaling a long white stream, feeling good.
We arrived at some place, outside the city, on a summit, at the foot of mountains. There’s a gathering. A team one. Several teams have already gathered, 4. We, with our group, are the 5th. I walk through, surveying those who are there. A group of Cossack-Georgians attracted a lot of attention. They stood exactly like military men, in 2 rows, standing at attention. In their white Georgian garments, black papakha hats on their heads, curly-haired.
With long black mustaches, cheeks shaved, but the blue of stubble visible. And one of them also had a musical instrument — a dombra, light, almost white, wooden. And they sang a song in chorus to the music. Very harmoniously. Some kind of men’s song. And I looked at our group — not only are there few people, 5-6, standing just huddled together, but also in a more free style (to put it mildly).
Thank you, very interesting information!