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The Story Behind “Journey of a Dream Master: The Dream Masters Book 1”

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"Journey of a Dream Master" by Lisa Rhyne book cover

 

UPDATE – September 21, 2023:
I pulled all versions of this book from publication in 2021 and have combined all three books into one. This first little book is a now limited edition collector’s item.  I’m working with a great team to publish the new book to be released on my birthday, January 17, 2024. Stay tuned for updates! Please follow over on our Instagram and Facebook. Thanks ~ Lisa

On the 5th anniversary of the publishing JDM, I want to share “the story behind the story” of “Journey of a Dream Master”. I felt compelled to do this because I didn’t want to die with my stories still in me. I ended up self-publishing because every publisher and editor I spoke with couldn’t believe all the stories and wanted me to heavily edit all the “crazy supernatural stuff” out. These are TRUE stories! So, I published it myself rather than try to make others comfortable. Their limitations are not my concern.

The horrible traumatic brain injury and stroke (and years of subsequent heavy doses of pain medications) made me severely dyslexic. I suffered whiteouts and “word salad” episodes that have now lessened. The dyslexia is still present but significantly reduced. I continuously work on my healing.

The fact that I survived, wrote, edited, and published this book all by myself is a miracle. I felt pushed to get it out on that birthday because, quite frankly, at the time, I thought I was going to die soon, and I wanted to leave some record of a few of my life experiences. I’m grateful to all those who bought, read and gave me such positive reviews and feedback.

The Story Behind “Journey of a Dream Master: The Dream Masters Book 1”

 

It has been five years since I wrote/edited/self-published my book, “Journey of a Dream Master: The Dream Masters – Book 1.” I want to share some of my thoughts and insights about this journey, as most have no idea about any of what follows because it has never been publicly revealed until now. Certain family, friends, and peers know, but I wanted to share it here with anyone else that may be interested.

As those who know me will attest, I tend never to ask for help and feel “the show must go on,” so I struggle and persevere in silence so as not to burden anyone. I went from being labeled by medical “experts” as “permanently disabled” to writing, editing, and publishing my first book in 2016. Not too shabby!

There is an excellent reason for the way my book was written – including the errors. The traumatic brain injury and stroke (resulting in crippling migraines and massive doses of heavy medications – including Dilaudid), is reflected in the official trial deposition taken in late 2013 reflects what my life had become as it was incoherent (word salad), full of unfinished sentences, blanks, and complete whiteouts where I lost my train of thought and couldn’t talk or think straight (my brain was severely scrambled & heavily drugged).

Between October 2008 and 2014, I spent most of my time in bed, hospitals, emergency rooms, and doctor’s offices, as well as a lot of time working with my traditional Shamans and “healer” friends worldwide. I couldn’t always work a regular job, drive, or even do many basic things I used to take for granted. Sometimes, I couldn’t finish basic sentences, let alone compose stories for a book. I still struggle, and my words are jumbled sometimes (so you may see typos on this website!). But I pushed on, wrote when I could, and have healed far beyond all their expectations. (As you know from my book, I genuinely love proving the White Coats wrong!)

So, today, while reflecting on all this, I thought I’d share some background as well as my top three reasons for writing this trilogy:

1.) I LOVE STORYTELLING – DON’T DIE WITHOUT TELLING SOME OF MY TRUE STORIES

Humans have always been storytellers, and I’m no exception. Stories transport, teach, entertain, and transform us in many ways on many levels. I love great stories! I am and always have been a storyteller who enjoys sharing stories with all who are interested.

 

2.) TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE

I set out to write authentically about my life, truths, and experiences and pose some random questions and ideas. The few editors and publishers I initially consulted and shared some of my content with wanted me to change vital elements and delete certain stories because of their B.S. (Belief Systems). They’re uninitiated in the supernatural/metaphysical/mystical/paranormal / whatever you want to call it. They couldn’t understand or accept certain things. I don’t judge them as they’re on their own journeys. I’m on my “Journey of a Dream Master,” and they’re on their “Journey of an Editor (or whatever)”. I was unwilling to lie, downplay my life, or sacrifice my integrity because of someone else’s limited beliefs and inexperience. I would write it my way or not at all – perfect spelling and grammar be damned! Finished is better than perfect. So that is precisely what I did.

 

3.) TO PROVE ONLY TO MYSELF THAT I COULD

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I did not believe ANYONE would ever buy or read my book. Seriously, why in the world would anyone care about me and my experiences? I wrote it only to prove I could and leave some sort of record of my little life. Then, I made it available in case anyone else wanted or needed to read what’s in it. All the wonderful reviews, fan photos, interviews, and private messages have just been…far beyond words. It has been surprising, utterly amazing, humbling, and highly gratifying. Thank you all for your love and support.

SOME RELEVANT HEALTH BACKGROUND:

Several “medical experts/specialists” mutually agreed (after a tremendously staggering amount of due diligence over a few years in a lawsuit) that I would be permanently disabled and never be able to do work as a paralegal or creative writer ever again. (Which is the same as telling me I can’t do something…which, of course, means I’m gonna do it.)
As a point of interest, I wanted to share just a few bits from one of those many doctors involved with my care after the accident. He and all the other doctors came to the same final conclusion at the end. Below is a small portion of his 79-page deposition. There is a lot more, but this is enough to give you some small idea of what I went (and still am going) through and how far I’ve come.

Q. Can you review for the jury what your exam consisted of and what your findings were.

A. Well, I noted that her blood pressure was 218 over 134 on that day, which is quite high. Her highest recorded blood pressure (on more than one occasion) was 229 over 196.

She had suffered a closed head injury followed by the development of post traumatic migraine which became severe, frequent, and disabling.

She also developed hypertensive urgency from autonomic dysfunction I felt resulting from her head trauma. And I thought this was the result of dysregulation of her bilateral orbital frontal cortex which is an area which promotes parasympathetic activity and inhibits sympathetic activity. This dysregulation causes a cortically provoked release of adrenomedullary catecholamines, epinephrine and norepinephrine.

What that essentially means is that there’s an area of the brain that I felt sustained trauma, and it’s called the orbital frontal cortex. It was a sufficient enough blow to cause a malfunction of that region of the brain. And it has dual action, that orbital frontal cortex; it promotes parasympathetic activity which tends to slow the heart rate and lower the blood pressure and inhibits sympathetic activity. And sympathetic activity, if you don’t inhibit it, causes an increased release of catecholamines which are substances like epinephrine and norepinephrine released by the adrenal gland, and causing surges in blood pressure.

The American Medical Association committee person has a certain percentage impairment rating, it’s based on certain criteria that are listed in the AMA Guides For Permanent Impairment.

And the one that we use now is the AMA Guides To Permanent Impairment, Sixth Edition, which has been in use since January of 2008.

I felt that she had the maximum. Her headaches were so frequent, so disabling that she qualified for the maximum allowable impairment by the AMA Guides, Sixth Edition, for migraine headache which would have been 5 percent.

Q. Her diagnosis that you’ve made definitively is that she has migraines; right?

A. She does have migraines, yes. Migraines that are disabling. And it’s not just me. You know, Dr. #9 [NOTE: there were 12 doctors/specialists and they were simply numbered #1-12] had seen her as well, and he prepared a report, and found that her pain disability questionnaire score was 113 which places her, based on the AMA Guides To Permanent Impairment, Sixth Edition, placed her in the severe impairment due to migraine.

Q. I understand that you believe she may qualify for an additional impairment as well?

A. I do.

Q. Will Ms. Rhyne require future medical treatment as a result of the injuries she received?

A. Yes, she will – for the rest of her life.

Q. Do you believe that Ms. Rhyne has limitations related to her job as a result of the migraines?

A. Yes. Whenever she experiences a disabling migraine, she’s unable to function that day. In my medical and expert opinion, she is permanently disabled as a result of the accident and will, in all likelihood, never be able to resume working in her area of expertise which, to my understanding, is as a paralegal and creative writer.

I became friends with my cardiologist. Interestingly, after the lawsuit was completed (which I won!), on my last visit with him, I thanked him for all his help, smiled, looked him square in the eye, and told him in no uncertain terms, “Thank you for all you’ve done for me. I appreciate your help and expert opinion submitted in the case…but you do not know me, and I will be just fine.” He took that in, and after seeing how congruent I was with what I’d just said, there was a long pause, then he smiled and said, “I believe you!”

I think he believed me because I was congruent with what I was saying, and, earlier during my final evaluation, he’d compared all the tests, scans, images, etc., that he had personally performed from start to finish.

As he reviewed everything, a bit astonished, he said my heart had become more than double the standard size throughout the treatments from 2008-2014 (due to the extremely high blood pressure basically building up that muscle – it went from normal to being like an Arnold Schwarzenegger of hearts).

He said that hearts “do not return to normal without some signs/scars of the trauma,” but mine had not only returned to “normal,” but there was no indication whatsoever of any trauma. He was completely baffled and said that if he hadn’t done all the tests himself and kept his records there at his office, he would swear someone had switched the results because they looked like results for two completely different people. As soon as I published my book, I made sure he knew so he could see what other “impossible” things I like to play with.

Geeze, this almost turned into a book rather than a brief birthday post! I just wanted to share the importance and significance of what my little book means in my continuing Journey of a Dream Master. Thank you so much for all the love. Thank you for buying, reading, reviewing my book, and sharing your photos and stories.
I’m looking forward to publishing and producing more of my projects and getting out more and seeing you soon!!

In Humble Service, Love & Light, Lisa

lisa rhyne

Founder of The Dream Masters

BYE-BYE, BARFLY!

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Stacks of "Journey of a Dream Master" books.

This story is one of my favorite supernatural short stories. (I also refer to it when people ask me why I’m single.) It first appeared in my book, Journey of a Dream Master, and I’ve re-edited it to share here.

I believe everyone has something deep inside that desperately wants “magic” to be “real.” Yet, when something genuinely magical happens, most reject it. At some point, they’ll deny what happened because it is simply too far outside their reality construct, making it impossible to process and accept. Or, if they’re fortunate, their boundaries expand, and they are transformed forever.

Think about it. Either magic is real, or it isn’t. Period. It is not conditional (i.e., only at midnight during a full moon if you’re wearing a black pointy hat, using potions and crystals while facing East deep in the woods, etc.).

If other people are experiencing the magic and you are not, then that is something to ponder. I strongly encourage you not to dismiss something simply because you have never personally and consciously experienced anything like it or like this story.

Personally, I wish everyone could experience the mystical and magical. But that is not in everyone’s belief system/model of the world or their to-do list. Hey, live and let live! That’s what makes life interesting.
I hope you enjoy this supernatural short story – whether you believe it or not! ~ Lisa Rhyne

BYE-BYE, BARFLY!

BY LISA RHYNE

The following story is one of my favorite living in the matrix supernatural short stories. (I also refer to it when people ask me why I’m single.)

It was a bad day for long hair and lip gloss. The wild Georgia winds pulled and whipped my long, flowing red hair, causing it to dance around me like a demented demon on fire. My bright cherry red lip gloss became an inkwell for each strand dragged across my juicy lips painting my alabaster skin with sticky sweet crimson streaks. Anyone walking by might’ve imagined a stark raving mad invisible artist frantically creating a mystical treasure map in blood on my face. What a sight!

My face, neck, chest, and arms welcomed every sweet stroke of my voluminous hair flying in all directions. Wild hair yanking plus hot wind caressing the body is quite affecting and enchanting. One minute I’m wet from the oppressive sweltering humidity; the next, I’m invigorated and shivering from the air blasting my skin.

My body was weary, and my eyes bleary from driving for ten hours straight, so I was in an altered, expanded state of awareness. That easily happens due to the hypnotic nature of driving for long periods. Both driving and being in nature are always very hypnotic and therapeutic. Every blink, breath, and movement now registered on a deeper level, enhanced my trance, and put me firmly outside of time.

I stood in that small motel parking lot, gazing towards the entire property’s tree line. Clouds dreamily drift by as the slow setting sun created a surreal swirling canvas of vibrant otherworldly colors. I understand why humans have always considered dusk and dawn magical times when the veils between worlds seem to disappear and make anything impossible. What a lovely end to a long yet mostly uneventful day thus far.

With the sun now gone, a delicious soul-level peace washed over me, for which I was genuinely grateful. It was time to go inside and get ready for my date. Looking in the mirror, I dissolved into laughter, admiring nature’s abstract artwork all over my face and upper body. Wow! A quick shower was absolutely required.

I’d come down to Macon, Georgia, to rendezvous with a potential new serious boyfriend. Unbeknownst to him, this little vacation would confirm whether he was worthy of me and capable of being in a relationship with someone metaphysical like me. Walking between worlds ain’t for sissies. Every man (secretly or not so secretly) wants a redhead until he gets one. Myths and legends have paved the way for our much-deserved wild reputation. And while we redheads are a handful in many ways, I possess additional traits and qualities that make me rather unique and unpredictable.

This fellow had no idea who and what I truly am or, more importantly, what I’m capable of. Although I already knew he wasn’t “The One,” I thought seeing what he’s made of might be fun for a little while. Neither of us could’ve ever dreamed what would transpire during this little weekend vacation getaway.

They gave us a room on the ground floor at the front of the building by the main parking lot near the motel restaurant/bar entrance. This location is essential because when the bar closed at around three o’clock in the morning, a group of very boisterous barflies exited that bar only to stop on the sidewalk right outside our room in front of our big picture window.

Exhausted from the long day’s events, I was sleeping like a dead man until I was startled awake by this swarm of barflies. Not to be confused with fireflies, barflies are the local drunks first in and last out of the bar every night. They aren’t the upscale elite who spend $600 on single-shot types. They come to drink all night, party hard and hook up. And just like an ornery housefly you can’t seem to shoo out of your house quickly, they buzz around at closing time in a desperate attempt to keep the party going.

I was sleeping near the window on my right while he was on my left, next to the bathroom. I glanced over and fixed my gaze on the window to see five silhouettes (so I believe there were only five women, even though they easily made enough noise for a baker’s dozen). Their high heels clonked like Clydesdales on the sidewalk as they stumbled into each other, laughing, singing, and chattering away as happy drunks do. These gals were in full party mode and oblivious to everything else.

Now don’t get me wrong. I’m all for having fun. But after about 15 minutes of this relentless and thoughtless commotion, it seemed they would not leave any time soon. My redheaded temper fired up, and I felt that familiar rage growing in my belly. Extremely agitated, I glanced over at my fella, who was also wide awake, and I growled, “They’ve got about sixty seconds to shut up and move on…or else!”

The unsettling, fierce look in my eye and the ferociousness in my voice made him understandably nervous. Not yet knowing me very well, he feared I was actually going to go out there and confront these obnoxious drunk chicks (probably resulting in an all-out girls gone wild fisticuffs). Cautiously, he tried to calm me down by assuring me they’d soon move on, and he timidly asked me to please stay inside.

Getting out of bed and going outside to deal with them was certainly not what I meant — oh, not by a long shot!

After what seemed like a long time but was probably only a few minutes, they were still lollygagging right in front of our window. Lying on my back, staring at that ugly off-white popcorn ceiling while listening to these thoughtless broads, I firmly proclaimed for God and anybody else to hear, “That’s it!” I’d hit fuck it, and I’d hit it hard. (And everyone knows when I hit ‘fuck it,’ fireworks follow.) I decided to take matters firmly into my own hands (so to speak), and that’s when things got…really weird.

I threw the covers off my torso to free my arms in one dramatic sweeping motion. I raised both hands in front of my chest as I scanned the air for what I was searching for. I then held my left hand in place while gracefully gliding my right hand through the air until it stopped.

To anyone watching without understanding what’s actually happening, this looks like I’m simply staring unfocused off into space while gently waving my hands in the air as if I’m in a trance, slowly swimming underwater or cautiously feeling in the dark for something to touch like when you are searching for the light switch in a dark room.

My intention was set, and I felt the shift when I made the connection to what I was searching for. We were quantumly entangled, and with the slightest gesture (an almost imperceptible flick of my right hand), I connected the two zero points and collapsed the wave. A quantum shift in my version of reality happened far too fast to register consciously in real-time.

Mind you, physical gestures and talking aren’t necessary. In fact, talking and gesturing actually slow down and can ultimately hinder my process. Looking back, I guess it was more for his benefit. He’d heard what I said and had been closely monitoring the girls at the window while watching me. He saw my minuscule hand gesture and eventually linked it to the subsequent consequences.

“There! Bye-Bye, Barfly!” I giddily proclaimed as I knew my process was complete. Wow, that was breathtaking! Instantaneous silence. We both looked to the window straining to see or hear anything, and there were no more shadows on the window. Nothing. A whole lot of nothing.

After a few seconds of this deafening silence, he urgently asked, “What just happened?!” Quite pleased — yet a wee bit surprised — with myself, I jubilantly exclaimed, “They are gone! Bye-Bye, Barfly!”

He threw off the covers, leaped out of bed, ran to the window, and pulled back the curtains searching for those people. I again proclaimed, “They’re gone!” He then opened the door to get a better view of the entire parking lot and surrounding area. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the door frame to hold himself up. He didn’t know what to think or do next.

After several minutes he cautiously looked over his shoulder at me with a wide-eyed, shocked expression and softly shouted, “There’s no one out there! They’re gone! There are no cars driving away, nothing! It’s completely dead out there.” I was grinning like the Cheshire Cat and said, “Yep! I know! I believe I already said that. THEY. ARE. G-O-N-E!”

After several minutes of frantic, strained searching of the entire area for any signs of life, he reluctantly closed the door and slowly walked back inside. He sat on the edge of his side of the bed, shaking his head in shock and disbelief. He repeatedly asked what had just happened.

Knowing he wouldn’t stop until he better grasped the situation (because I knew he would never fully understand, but I needed to tell him something), I searched for the best way to explain it. Now wide awake because of the adrenaline rush (and still quite tickled with myself), I sat up in bed and said, “Look, I’m going to make this as simple as possible. I had a desired outcome, set my intention, and without trying to control the outcome, I became quantumly entangled with the Field as I commanded my intended outcome to manifest.

The wave collapsed when I found the right point, connected, and it was complete. My intention manifested. This brings us to what just happened, which is one of two things:

I sent them into a parallel universe where we aren’t.
Or, I sent us to a parallel universe where they aren’t.

As I observed his body language and watched his surrounding energy field, I could tell he was freaked out and struggling to comprehend and entirely accept all this. He sat in complete silence, trying to make sense of what I’d just said as well as somehow understand what had just happened not only to those people outside our window but what had also just happened to him in that bed right beside me as he’d been watching the entire scene the entire time.

I got up to go to the bathroom and some water, leaving him with his thoughts as I knew he was too shaken up to sleep. When I returned, he was still sitting there. Placing a cold bottle of water on his bedside table, I climbed back under the covers. He thanked me as he slowly sipped at the water. After a long contemplative period, he timidly asked me to explain just once more. He apologized for not understanding, and I assured him I completely understood.

My adrenaline rush was over, and basking in this dénouement, I was crashing fast because it had been a long day. I was exhausted and needed to sleep, but I knew sleep would not come if I didn’t deal with him. I formulated then posed a series of rapid-fire questions to help him rule out “common sense” possibilities or conclusions most people would automatically jump to but, in fact, did not happen.

Did you hear any footsteps as they walked away in those crazy loud, clunky shoes?

Did you hear them call anyone to pick them up?

Did you hear any car keys jingling?

Did you hear car alarms beeping, car doors open or close, engines start, or cars pull up or drive away?

Did you hear a motel room door open or close like they entered a motel room?

How does it go from a loud crowd casting shadows on the window to no shadows and complete silence quicker than a split second – in a time that’s too short for anyone to move an inch, let alone walk or drive away?

How do you explain no footsteps, car noises, doors opening or closing, no calls, no keys jingling, no engines starting, and no cars driving up or away?

Can I prove they were zapped into a parallel universe?

Can you prove they weren’t?

Can I prove we were zapped into a parallel universe?

Can you prove we weren’t?

The bottom line, it went from loud to silent in half a heartbeat, and the silhouettes on the window instantly disappeared because they are no longer here. They are gone!

His knee-jerk reaction was wondering how I could be so calm and cavalier about what had just happened. Almost in tears, he asked, “How can you be so glib about killing those people?! How are you not totally freaked out right now?!”

Firstly, I assured him that no one had been killed. They are not here. They are somewhere or somewhen else – call it a parallel dimension. They are just as alive as we are; now, we are simply in different places. Secondly, I explained that there was no way I could fully explain what just happened at four o’clock in the damn morning.

“Look, I use my “paranormal” abilities all the time, so they are simply “normal” to me in my everyday life. I don’t “believe” in magic because I know and live in a reality where things you call magic, miracles, and all things supernatural are the rule rather than the exception. I’m in a constant state of awe, reverence, joy, curiosity, love, and enthusiasm with regard to all things metaphysical. And I live my life accordingly. We can get more into all this after breakfast because I’m going to sleep now.”

After several awkward moments of pregnant silence, he finally mustered up the courage to ask me what he actually wanted to know. He timidly squeaked out, “You won’t do that to me, will you?”

Ah, now we’ve gotten to the crux of it! I did my best to contain myself and not belly laugh because I understood he was quite distressed and bewildered. Contemplating all the freaky things I could say that might mess with him, I took a beat to find the right words to make my point and, more importantly, end this line of questioning at this ridiculous hour.

I wanted to be nice. However, given this evening’s monumentally victorious real-time quantum manipulation of reality involving at least seven people, I felt even more sassy than usual. I dramatically looked him straight in the eye, grinned my wickedest grin, paused for effect, then slowly purred, “Not if you behave! {wink} Goodnight!”

Like an electrocuted jackrabbit, he hopped off the side of the bed and into a chair across the room. There was an incredibly long pause as we silently stared at each other sizing up this situation. Poor thing! He didn’t know whether to shit or go blind as he sat there trying hard to wrap his befuddled brain around all that had just transpired. He was also trying to decide if he should grab his suitcase and bolt out the door, never to look back or stay there with me. Meanwhile, I was having a blast playing in the matrix as well as having a little fun at his expense.

I wished him good night and rolled over to go back to sleep. He eventually (and cautiously) climbed back into bed, pulled the covers up under his chin, and when last I looked at him, he was staring wide-eyed at that ugly ceiling. The combination of excitement, shock, curiosity, and full-blown heebie-jeebies kept him from getting any more sleep that night.

I shook his world in more ways than one with this undeniable, quantumly entangled paradigm-shifting experience, a reality game changer. As you may have guessed, this budding romance did not last. And in case you’re curious, I did not zap him into a parallel universe; we simply went our separate ways. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it!

~ THE END ~

Oh, did I mention this is a true story?

©Lisa Rhyne, all rights reserved.
www.LisaRhyne.com

META META EVERYWHERE

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Michael Strevens

THE “METAPHYSICAL” REAWAKENING TO THE METAVERSE

Mark Zuckerberg announced on October 28, 2021, the changing of his Facebook company’s name from Facebook to…META. Facebook changed its company name to Meta to distance itself from mounting scandals: Zuckerberg layed out new ‘metaverse’ vision at a recent developers event.

Changing the name of the company doesn’t change the actions, policies and deception committed by that company. And someone like him using this universal term “meta” now does a lot of things on countless levels.

META is becoming more and more into the collective consciousness of the entire planet. Even “low vibers” are resonating with “meta”/”metaphysics”.

All my life I’ve tracked and operated unusually with time in my own way and most of the time I’m “out of synch” with the so called reality/times. Sometimes it takes minutes, sometimes years for something to catch up, synch then manifest into the world just as my visions revealed.

I’ve been using “metaphysical” and “meta” for years now. I don’t like labels and especially the useless and most derogatory current “woo woo” ones. I’ve never referred to myself as a “psychic” although I fully demonstrate those inferred abilities daily. I started referring to myself as a “Meta” many many years ago because it easily encapsulates all of who and what I am.

So who knows…perhaps my creating all these Meta products, companies, brands has just been me manifesting things outside of time and now everything is showing up in this version of the Metaverse. 

“As a “Meta” I am fully out of the Metaphysical Closet and working to disseminate true and accurate information of the wide variety of metaphysical aspects. I diligently work and speak up for people like me so that we may all come out of the “Metaphysical Closet” to live, work and thrive in the Light.”

LISA RHYNE

Meta & Founder of The Dream Masters, META-CON and various other entities

MY METAPHYSICAL WORKS…

Below is a list of my various brands, phrases, products and companies that have always included “meta” in some form.

01

“THE METAPHYSICAL CLOSET”™

Because of all my experiences, and call to be of service to humanity, know discrimination firsthand. All those who are like me are still broadly discriminated against and thus are still in hiding in “The Metaphysical Closet” (a phrase that came to me as a child because I knew I needed to keep my abilities hidden away in the metaphysical closet). I publically coined this phrase decades ago that people are starting to wake up to and use more and more because this movement is manifesting.  I’ve written online and even wrote about it in my book, JOURNEY OF A DREAM MASTER, that I published in 2016.

It is where most people with supernatural, magical, paranormal, extraordinary abilities, energy healers, psychics, mediums, etc. still reside due to the still prevalent witch hunts and discrimination against us.

02

META-CON™

I founded META-CON many years ago and own that trademark. This has been put on hold due to the pandemic. It will be an annual live expo, (along with Websites, Apps, etc.)

META-CON, is an annual live and virtual/augmented reality convention featuring the greatest living masters of metaphysics, Shamanism and ancient knowledge along with entertainment entities and storytellers creating evolved entertainment all focused on expanding and uplifting global consciousness.

03

META-MATE™

This company is an exclusive company that provides an online dating website, apps and live events specifically for people interested in metaphysical, supernatural, paranormal, fringe science, alternative healing, Shamans, medicine people, etc.

04

THE META-MOVEMENT™

I also coined the phrase “Meta-Movement” used to describe how people with metaphysical abilities are stepping into their power and into the light to live authentically out of the metaphorical metaphysical closet. 

05

METATATIONS™

Metaphysical Meditations – Sequential series of highly specialized guided meditations that incorporate unique specific hypnotic and NLP language, various light to deep trance techniques, visuals and specifically scientifically engineered music combined with various AR/VR mixed reality.

 

END GLOBAL DISCRIMINATION AGAINST METAS

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END GLOBAL DISCRIMINATION AGAINST PEOPLE WITH METAPHYSICAL ABILITIES

Now before I begin my passionate tangent about how vital it is to end global discrimination against METAs, I’ll ask that you please pardon my rambling as I know this is going to be a string of random thoughts as they arise. My brain is in overdrive and I’m quite sleep deprived. I hope you’ll consider what I’m attempting to communicate as briefly as possible – as this is a big topic which is so very dear to my heart and to millions of people worldwide. I had to post this to (hopefully) start a dialogue, get more articles and interviews done on this fascinating, far-reaching, timely and seminal topic.

Here’s the gist of this particular post: Me and my people – the METAs – are still being persecuted and quite frankly, we’re sick and tired of the vile witch hunts, prejudice and discrimination. Enough is enough! The time has come for EVERYONE to be able to come out of the metaphorical “Metaphysical Closet” and step into the Light, to be able to make a living while living our lives openly, authentically, freely and safely. 

This post is about the rampant discrimination against anyone who identifies as or has abilities labeled as: psychic, paranormal, extraordinary, magical, metaphysical, supernatural, shaman(ic), wiccan, pagan, energy healer, light worker, trance channel medium, the fields of parapsychology which includes telekinesis, the “clairs” (clairvoyance, claircognizance, clairsentience, clairaudience, clairescence, clairgustance, clairambience) and on and on. You know what I’m talking about. Let’s just call them “METAs”.

I have been in the arts and entertainment industry – in one form or another – for basically my entire life! For my entire life, I have been aware of my supernatural abilities and talents, and have continuously used them as well as endlessly studied a wide variety of metaphysical areas, modalities and practices.

As most who know me know I’m a member of SAG-AFTRA, BMI and other various groups and have owned my own company, The Dream Masters, (“TDM” since 2000) and also currently work at Disney in the Legal Affairs division doing above-the-line, live action deals (my “day job” as it were). It has been an interesting life indeed and the best is yet to come.

I fall into several categories of highly discriminated against people: woman, over 29, not a size -000,…and the never-discussed yet most shunned group in every industry: the “metaphysically gifted” (“METAs”).

I came out of the “Metaphysical Closet” in 2016 and it is now part of my mission to education and advocate for “METAs” worldwide.

If it weren’t for Metas, the arts and entertainment industry wouldn’t exist. Period. Read that again. 

At this time, there’s an unprecedented movement to eliminate discrimination and hate crimes against a wide variety of groups of people based on: color, race, religion, sexual orientation/identification, LGBTQ+, etc. But still nothing significant for the METAs! 

Shockingly, the scientifically proven, absolute oldest and largest group of humans in the entire world throughout all of history (and often the greatest contributors to the arts and entertainment industry on all levels) are the METAs.

Yet, we are still forced to live in the metaphorical “closet” because of who and what we are – how we were born as well as our choices on how to live (and make the world a better place for all). METAs are still forced to hide our innate abilities as well as valuable learned skills, unable to live safely and authentically out in the open. We constantly have to hide and lie to protect not only ourselves but our families as well as keep our jobs. 

Under current federal laws, “religion” is one protected category…unless you’re a pagan, wiccan, satanist, druid, voo doo/ hoo doo practitioner, etc. Then you’re still considered a weirdo (and possibly delusional and dangerous) and companies lie about why we don’t get the job to avoid lawsuits. But, being highly intuitive and intelligent, we METAs know why we don’t get hired. 

METAs pretty much stay in the closet so they can keep their jobs and have a good life for themselves and their families. As for the entertainment industry…the federal laws prohibiting discrimination based on age and equal pay are a joke (ask 99% of the women). Now factor in people who are METAs…there’s unprecedented discrimination. I am speaking out and standing up to this because I’m fed up with all the double-standards and hate-based discrimination born of ignorance, fear, envy and jealousy.

METAs are usually master storytellers at heart. It takes great imagination and focused intention to manifest great stories and for actors to embody characters. There is an alchemy to acting and all great movies as well as music have a metaphysical ability to transform the audience. 

The greatest storytellers all attribute an unseen force/source for their works. The greatest composers and authors all say something to the effect, “I just wrote down what I heard in my head (or in my dreams or daydreams).” THAT is the perfect example of “channeling” information from unseen dimensions/realms/whatever-you-want-to-call-it. Artists see the painting/picture/sculpture in their mind’s eye and then make it here in this reality.

Writers have been quoted saying that a story that just came to them but got put on a shelf for 20 years will be vastly different when they try to get back into editing it. The village has changed, the people have all changed (grown up, got married, divorced, had kids, died, etc.) and they rewrite a lot of the original manuscript/script. The reason is so simple that it gets missed/dismissed most of the time…or the writer knows what’s going on and will never admit to it for fear of being blacklisted as a kook.

Here’s what happens: Twenty years ago, a writer achieves resonance with a person, a place…let’s say a tiny village and the people in it. Doesn’t matter how – it can happen a number of ways. The writer’s accessing another realm where this place and all its people are real. Naturally over the course of 20 years things change. When that writer returns to that old story they put away on a shelf and gets back into resonance with the village and those people…it is different. And since time is relevant…20 years here could possibly equal 1 or 100 years in that alternate reality.

There are hundreds of quotes on line talking about this phenomena. For instance:

I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free. ” ~ Michelangelo

People hear that and say I’m being modest, but I am not a modest person, but I have to be truthful about what I’m doing and what I’m doing is channeling. ~ Morgan Freeman

You can’t sit down and write 300 compositions in a three-month period and think that you’re doing it all by yourself. Obviously, there’s something going on here. And whether you want to call it channeling or being connected to a creative force or knowing your history and knowing where you belong, that’s, you know, maybe a personal thing. ~ John Zorn

Many times, working is kind of like channeling, and I really don’t know what’s going to fall on the page. I just did this image of a fat girl and put her on a tiny mountain peak of grass that she’s walking over. It just amused me. ~ Gloria Vanderbilt

“When I am ….. completely myself, entirely alone… or during the night when I cannot sleep, it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best and most abundantly. Whence and how these ideas come I know not nor can I force them.”
― Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

You can research this type of stuff all day long on the Internet. One interesting recent article I came across was this one:

Researchers at Durham University teamed up with the Guardian and the Edinburgh international book festival to survey 181 authors appearing at the 2014 and 2018 festivals. Sixty-three per cent said they heard their characters speak while writing, with 61% reporting characters were capable of acting independently.

(Many still don’t fully understand what’s happening but them trying to explain it is very interesting to me. They are channeling and don’t even know it…or won’t admit it for fear of persecution.)

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2020/apr/27/majority-of-authors-hear-their-characters-speak-finds-study

My website has a lot of information as well as photos when paranormal phenomena in them. My group of peers are the thought leaders and pioneers of fringe science as well as all things metaphysical. We are all working together to change things for the better…for everyone everywhere. It is time to raise the vibration – especially in the entertainment industry – by bringing this discussion into the mainstream across all formats.

I humbly ask you to kindly consider all this and will either write about it or contact publications and approach journalists and anyone else who will listen so that all of you can help to shed light on this enormous and vital topic and end global discrimination against METAs. 

This is an important subject that is gaining momentum and to be ahead of the wave/setting the stage/leading the way is an important thing.

Let us join together, start a dialogue and get articles done on this fascinating timely topic and take action. The days of witch hunts are over…and anyone who wants to continue that very old tradition is in for a surprising response and awakening.

I’ll be writing more and more about this. If you want to write about this or interview me and other experts on this topic, I’ll help you however I can. Please reach out to me via the Contact page. 

In Humble Service, Love & Light ~ Lisa Rhyne

Lisa Rhyne

LISA RHYNE

Founder & President of The Dream Masters

Modern Warriors of the Rainbow

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“The tasks of these “Warriors of the Rainbow” are many and great. There will be terrifying mountains of ignorance to conquer and they shall find prejudice and hatred. They must be dedicated, unwavering in their strength, and strong of heart.“

We All Are the Modern Warriors of the Rainbow

I wrote this many years ago and published it in various places and am reposting here. This is about human rights, evolution, ancient indigenous prophecies being fulfilled, and where we are heading. Have a read and see if it resonates. We’d love to hear from you. ~ Lisa

I have my own thoughts and interpretation of who the “Rainbow Warriors” are that is solely my own and I want to share it with you now.  I’ve included the story below from a woman I do not know but have emailed with her and included her info below to give proper credit. 

I do not believe that the reference to “rainbow warrior” has to do only with the color of skin. Some say it is the white, black, yellow, brown, etc. and all other tribes. Skin color could be a factor. However, I actually believe it is the modern day warriors who utilize the colors and image of the rainbow that are the true Rainbow Warriors spoken of in numerous prophecies.

Note that the colors of the rainbow and the rainbow symbol is now widely regarded as the international symbol of people who identify with primarily non-heterosexual orientations (currently commonly referred to sometimes as LGBTQ and variations of that initialism). However, I believe anyone who is interested in loving their fellow human beings is a Rainbow Warrior and it has nothing to do with sex, sexual preferences, what you wear or don’t wear, pray or don’t pray to, how you vote or anything else other than being a basically loving, descent, respectful and honorable human being.

So many people have fought long and hard for not only their own basic human rights to be respected and acknowledged but also for the rights of many if not all. They have a warrior way of life – whether that means strictly on a personal level all the way to dealing with politics religion, rights and every other aspect of individual life and society. In standing up for what is right for themselves they also shine a light on what is right and just for all equally.

Just as the rainbow incorporates and includes ALL of the visible light spectrum and does not exclude any one particular color, frequency, vibration. We as humankind must include all and exclude none. Everyone is unique, beautiful, equal, free and this human spirit that connects all of us is all that matters. Live and let live. Love and let love.

Know that the Rainbow Warriors are here now. They fight for all. I am happy, honored and humbled to consider myself one of the many Rainbow Warriors. As another personal note: I find it so strange, rude, idiotic as well as totally perverted, voyeuristic and just plain creepy that strangers are interested in and get themselves involved in what strangers are doing in the privacy of their own home with their families, jobs and lives – especially people’s sex lives. Let us all first focus on our own lives, take care of our own personal health, happiness, business and then focus on helping and loving everyone and everything. More on this in the next post.  In Love, Laughter and Light ~ Lisa Rhyne

Warriors of the Rainbow
by Lelanie Anderson

There was an old lady, from the “Cree” tribe, named “Eyes of Fire”, who prophesied that one day, because of the white mans’ or Yo-ne-gis’ greed, there would come a time, when the fish would die in the streams, the birds would fall from the air, the waters would be blackened, and the trees would no longer be, mankind as we would know it would all but cease to exist.

There would come a time when the “keepers of the legend, stories, culture rituals, and myths, and all the Ancient Tribal Customs” would be needed to restore us to health. They would be mankind’s’ key to survival, they were the “Warriors of the Rainbow”. There would come a day of awakening when all the peoples of all the tribes would form a New World of Justice, Peace, Freedom and recognition of the Great Spirit.

The “Warriors of the Rainbow” would spread these messages and teach all peoples of the Earth or “Elohi”. They would teach them how to live the “Way of the Great Spirit”. They would tell them of how the world today has turned away from the Great Spirit and that is why our Earth is “Sick”.

The “Warriors of the Rainbow” would show the peoples that this “Ancient Being” (the Great Spirit), is full of love and understanding, and teach them how to make the “Earth or Elohi” beautiful again. These Warriors would give the people principles or rules to follow to make their path right with the world. These principles would be those of the Ancient Tribes. The Warriors of the Rainbow would teach the people of the ancient practices of Unity, Love and Understanding. They would teach of Harmony among people in all four comers of the Earth.

Like the Ancient Tribes, they would teach the peoples how to pray to the Great Spirit with love that flows like the beautiful mountain stream, and flows along the path to the ocean of life. Once again, they would be able to feel joy in solitude and in councils. They would be free of petty jealousies and love all mankind as their brothers, regardless of color, race or religion. They would feel happiness enter their hearts, and become as one with the entire human race.

Their hearts would be pure and radiate warmth, understanding and respect for all mankind, Nature, and the Great Spirit. They would once again fill their minds, hearts, souls, and deeds with the purest of thoughts. They would seek the beauty of the Master of Life – the Great Spirit! They would find strength and beauty in prayer and the solitudes of life.

Their children would once again be able to run free and enjoy the treasures of Nature and Mother Earth. Free from the fears of toxins and destruction, wrought by the Yo-ne-gi and his practices of greed. The rivers would again run clear, the forests be abundant and beautiful, the animals and birds would be replenished. The powers of the plants and animals would again be respected and conservation of all that is beautiful would become a way of life. The poor, sick and needy would be cared for by their brothers and sisters of the Earth. These practices would again become a part of their daily lives.

The leaders of the people would be chosen in the old way – not by their political party, or who could speak the loudest, boast the most, or by name calling or mudslinging, but by those whose actions spoke the loudest. Those who demonstrated their love, wisdom, and courage and those who showed that they could and did work for the good of all, would be chosen as the leaders or Chiefs. They would be chosen by their “quality” and not the amount of money they had obtained. Like the thoughtful and devoted “Ancient Chiefs”, they would understand the people with love, and see that their young were educated with the love and wisdom of their surroundings. They would show them that miracles can be accomplished to heal this world of its ills, and restore it to health and beauty.

The tasks of these “Warriors of the Rainbow” are many and great. There will be terrifying mountains of ignorance to conquer and they shall find prejudice and hatred. They must be dedicated, unwavering in their strength, and strong of heart. They will find willing hearts and minds that will follow them on this road of returning “Mother Earth” to beauty and plenty – once more.

The day will come, it is not far away. The day that we shall see how we owe our very existence to the people of all tribes that have maintained their culture and heritage. Those that have kept the rituals, stories, legends, and myths alive. It will be with this knowledge, the knowledge that they have preserved, that we shall once again return to “harmony” with Nature, Mother Earth, and mankind. It will be with this knowledge that we shall find our “Key to our Survival”.

This is the story of the “Warriors of the Rainbow” and this is my reason for protecting the culture, heritage, and knowledge of my ancestors. I know that the day “Eyes of Fire” spoke of – will come! I want my children and grandchildren to be prepared to accept this task. The task of being one of the……..”Warriors of the Rainbow”.

SOURCE: angelfire.com/ok/TheCherokeeLady/warriorsrainbow.html

 

Lisa Rhyne

Founder of The Dream Masters