My blogs are live stream in real-time Dreamtime. I blog as it happens within the realms of spirit and dimensions. I know what going down immediately. I have a vast graphics library; the graphics have been handpicked, not by me. It falls naturally into place when the time is right. I had a physical encounter with a being with three big black dogs. The previous days were significant events in Dreamtime in real-time every day and night. There is a level of security around me of a spiritual kind. It takes a lifetime of lifetimes to achieve. It has to be done right. I was waiting at the bus stop; a man walked by with three big dogs. I knew straight away he was not Paigal [human], and I knew what was going on. A security check of the neighbourhood. I have to go with it. The dogs knew me. Their handler was an Origine man. He held the three dogs lease with his left hand; he had a two-way radio on him. I heard talking. These dogs were big, and you need to be strong to tug their lease. I cant walk big dogs. They drag me along, falling over almost. I’m not strong enough. I was looking at a graphic of him; then I connected it was him. I do what comes naturally to me. There is no difference to me in the spiritual realm. I know the hounds of hell; the graphics are what I remember of them. Their eyes and size I could never forget. The dogs made to run down sinister entities. There is all kind of creeps out there. It’s been a thorn in my and Granny [RS] side. Every blog we post is doing the spirits justice. The Bootherum Dreamtime continuum did not cease to exist when the white man invades Australia. It is the same as it was in the Dreaming.