October 4, 2025
I dream my painting and I paint my dream. ~Vincent Van Gogh
The recent med bed video posted on President Trump’s Truth Social account, and Skye Prince’s declaration about the imminence of their arrival, has me contemplating that we may soon be free from all ailments.
My understanding of med bed treatments is that we won’t need to know the particulars of every dis-ease we’re harboring; anything out of alignment with our pristine DNA blueprint shall be removed, and perfect health and well-being, plus near-immortality, will be given to us. It’ll be like a divine reset, orchestrated through quantum technology with impeccable safeguards.
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We might also choose an appearance—hair, eyes, body type—that supports our heart’s desires and our mission during this 5D-facing lifetime. But surely we don’t want to look so different as to be unrecognizable. I think I’d be prepared for Nordic blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, like my childhood wish to have anything other than brown-and-brown, but wouldn’t that be a stranger in the mirror? A similar dilemma to radical plastic surgery, but lacking the post-surgery recovery time to adapt.
I’m not sure the med bed’s same-day, life-altering differences would sit well unless we first encourage a profound psychological expansion, and nurture acceptance of All. Maybe some kind of next-life-stage planning is part of the med bed pretreatment, at a soul and conscious level, with decisions and plans we won’t forget as we emerge with our new selves post-treatment.
Then there’s the potential for enhanced capabilities. I’d like to play multiple musical instruments, be able to dance in any style, and be effortlessly fluent in at least five languages.
I could probably spend the rest of the day adding to the list of desires…even though a little voice whispers, don’t the Buddhists say that the way to spiritual enlightenment is to have no desires?
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When I imagine what we all might be doing, after med beds (and/or after 5D), it isn’t active at all. It’s a person sitting comfortably in lotus position, garbed in brilliant raiment, eyes unfocused, a half-loopy smile on their lips. They are doing nothing, and being everything.
They might sit there for a few minutes or a few hours. When they conclude their dedicated beingness, they take a deep breath, resurface to physical reality, and do whatever is next. But the beingness doesn’t get subsumed beneath the everyday.
I imagine what I might do, post-5D. Pop into the mental transporter room and visit newly discovered relatives in the Pleiades? Join a tour exploring the deepest secrets of Inner Earth?
Maybe even toy around with something utterly frivolous like how to tweak my appearance at my next med bed upkeep appointment. I’ve always wanted to be taller…
In this strangest of tumultuous times, the absurdly frivolous and the deadly serious appear to be constantly weaving within each other, one rising to the top on the Ferris wheel as the other plummets to the bottom. I wonder at what point the Ferris wheel dissolves, and neither frivolity nor earnestness jostle for primacy as the Earth plays out its dimensional progressing?
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Many sources describe Earth’s original design as a paradise. Gem of the universe. And we are here, lucky enough to be with Earth as her brilliance is revealed once more, as the dross and dreariness of evil occupation is scoured from her every corner.
If we want to do nothing but sit with a loopy smile, and then run with a pack of frolicking white wolves through a blossoming meadow, who would say us nay? We deserve to dream our dreams and live our magnificent imaginings. Every such lived-out dream polishes the diamond that is Earth.
I’ll start now, sitting in colorful raiment with a smile twitching my lips and nothing but beauty and joy on the menu of my imaginary banquet.
