I’d been watching too much TV news.  I’d let the dark side get me down. Couldn’t think of one good thing. Hope was nowhere to be found.

I wrote a letter to God.

I wrote: “Lord guide me, protect me, illumine the lamp of my heart.  I can’t seem to make a good decision.  Please, take control of my life.  Do I still have anything to say?  Am I still valid?  What can I do to help?

Some inspiration I was.

Well, I’d made plans that day to get my car smog checked.  My neighbor and good friend, Memo, short for Guillermo, is much younger.  He drove me. Gave us a chance to catch up.

We went to his friend’s shop on Coast Highway.  Memo sat on a folding chair in the front.  I was too tired to move.  I stayed in the passenger seat.   While Chet was running the test, a good-looking woman about fifty showed up seemingly out of nowhere. Could have been forty, IDK. I’m seventy-nine so fifty’s young.  She had curly black hair, healthy full figure, radiating a brilliant inner glow.

She demanded attention.

Her first words were to Memo.  She said, “You’re looking hot!”  Now, Memo is a very kind friendly man who is the first to offer help to whoever needs it.  He’s my compo.  But I’m not sure he’s at all confident around women. His ex has beaten him down.

The young woman stood and talked to Memo alone.  Boosting his ego.  Lifting his spirits.  I figured they were good friends.  After a while this energetic ball of light stepped closer to my car and spoke to Phil who had gone to answer the phone.  She said, “You are really hot!”  She chatted with Phil a bit.

She went back and talked with Memo again lifting him up.  Getting him animated.  When Phil’s helper came in, she told him he was hot.  Never once did she sound anything but sincere. She owned the conversation in a good way. She acted like she had known them since birth. Although, she certainly did look younger.  She radiated confidence.  It became apparent nobody knew her.  Or what her business was there.  The whole scenario started to feel strange.

Later Memo confided in me that songs from his youth blasted from her car’s radio. That she knew more about him than he knew about her.  As I said, I stayed in my car watching.

It was then this attractive, much younger woman turned and looked straight through the driver’s side open window.  She faced me square on and in a voice full of authority said, “You are famous!”

She didn’t speak with praise, rather as if answering a question.  As if answering, “Am I still valid?”  She lifted my heart in three words.

“You are famous!”

I smiled and nodded my thanks.  I was grateful for the boost.  Very soon she left, just vanished.  I watched her get into her car.  We were distracted by the helper.  It couldn’t have been three seconds – she was gone. Did she come to the shop just to lift our spirits?  To lift mine?

Had she come to illumine the lamp of my heart?

I was kind of shell shocked.  This had happened once before while waiting at a light late at night on PCH in South Laguna. Diane, Dave, Marilyn and I were going home after a dinner show.  An attractive young woman dressed in evening clothes and spiked heels walked across an empty four lane highway and up to my open window. We were about the third in line.  That woman too was radiating a divine inner light.  She too came out of nowhere.

She too demanded attention.

She directed us to turn around and go another way.  She said there was an accident on Pacific Coast Highway so we’d be delayed. I turned around without once questioning her commanding authority.  I looked back to see if she was warning other drivers, but that woman had vanished. I announced my observation to my passengers.

Marilyn said, “She was an angel.”

The car went silent on the ride home.  I didn’t know what to think.  What to say.  I wasn’t sure I was ready to think, “Angels Walk among us.”  Angels, Guides, Visitors from Outer Space?  The woman did seem other worldly.

We found out later the accident didn’t happen until we were almost home.  Could that accident have involved us if we hadn’t gone another way?  If so, why were we warned?  Why was I warned?

Had she come to protect me?

Did I write guide me, protect me, illumine the lamp of my heart that morning too?  Writing a letter to God is so very powerful.  It’s like having a hidden superpower.

That Infinite Unknowable Essence always provides the means, guides our way and makes safe our path.  Always!  Sometimes more dramatically than others.  All we have to do is ask.

Ask and receive,

Tom Pauley

Persona Non Grata

I have been putting off telling you this.  I wanted to phrase it properly.  Because it’s kind of embarrassing.  At least my ego thinks that.

I have been feeling terrific lately.  The improvements to my stamina and strength are beyond my wildest dreams.  I get up between 5:00 and 6:00 a.m.  And I conk out between 10:00 and 11:00 p.m.  Which is between seventeen and eighteen hours.

Two years ago I was getting up at 9:00 a.m. and going down at 10 p.m.  That’s thirteen hours of activity.  I call that progress.

So much so I started a new project.  Q suggested it.  You remember my space friend Qucsizzlement.  He told me I needed to get ready for the new year.  He said the Council was worried about Earth.  The Galactic Council is a guidance group comprised of representatives of the Coded Member Planets.

Those planets that have agreed to abide by the Gestalt Code of Behavior for a Peaceful Galaxy.  I think that’s what he said.  It sounds right.  Took me a while to translate that.  Basically these members watch over and guide emerging planets like Earth.

Q mentioned that I might be offered a junior seat on that council….

Then I overstepped.

I left this blog unfinished in mid-October 2024.  Because I did something rather foolish.  Which seemed like a good idea at the time.

Communicating with Qucsizzlement is easy because we are Quantum Entangled.  That happened during his brain healing treatments.  He says we’re bonded now.  We talk instantly using Universal Consciousness.

A year ago I met Q and my other space friends when they started turning on my Smart TV at 3:00 a.m.  See my first Space Blog.  I used Quantum Selling protocols to lift my consciousness up above the Orion Spur of our Milky Way Galaxy.  There I met and befriended folks from various planets.  Including Q who offered to heal my brain.  After nine strokes I jumped at his kind offer.

Communicating via Quantum Consciousness means you are connecting directly with someone’s heart.  Lying and hidden agendas can’t happen.  What they say is a reflection of their soul.  I used this same process to build our multi-million-dollar world-wide business.

Anyway I decided to go up and talk to the Council.  I wasn’t bonded to them so I had to go up to Orion’s Spur.  I got the surprise of my life.  Nobody would talk to me.

They’d been so friendly before.  Now I’d become persona non grata.  Guess I got a little rowdy.  A friend I knew as Roger Thunder said, “We’re not going to talk to you, Bear.”  Their handle for me.

I called out Q trying to untangle this mess.  He said, “Tom, you asked that nobody call you anymore.  I shared your demand.”

Before August I was exhausted from my treatment recovery.  And the insect invasion of 24.  I couldn’t handle all the calls.  I needed sleep.

We all talked about the misunderstanding.  Then while still in the council I messed up.  It was late and I was talking to Q.  I forgot about everyone else being there.

I asked for another healing treatment.

I was working on an enhanced version of my Get the Money! Get the Money! Get the Money! book for Amazon.  I was hoping for more energy.  Writing that Divine level of work is really zapping.

Q didn’t think it was a good idea, said I should wait.  He suggested next March.  I knew better so, I insisted.  He said OK.

I slipped into bed and BAM! WAM! SLAM! ZONK! KONK! KABOOM! CRASH!  I was hit by no less than seven blasts of healing treatments.  I lost consciousness.  I could barely get out of bed the next morning much less walk easily.

I’ve been dragging ever since.  My mind is exceptionally sharp.  It’s my body that is suffering.  Although it is improving again now.

I’ve adjusted my attitude.  I have always maintained a rugged individual personal attitude.  These space folks pack a powerful punch.  And they are trying to help me heal.  Imagine if they had other more adverse intentions.

Their job is to keep peace in the galaxy.  Our warring culture does concern them.  Heck it concerns many of us.  I saw another school shooting yesterday.  An adolescent girl this time.

This is crazy.

Q asked me to tell you a while back about their concern.  But I hesitated.  I didn’t want to start shouting, “The Sky is falling.”  I’m a peaceful kind of guy.

Besides the vast majority of humankind are not convinced Space Aliens exist.  Something from the Bible I think.  My cousins back in Nebraska think earth is the sole inhibitor of life.

I point out there are 30 billion stars in our galaxy alone.  If only 1% of them had planets suitable for life that’s 300 million. And if only 1% of those actually had life that’s 3 million.  And if only 1% of those had sentient life that’s 30,000. And if only 1% of those had cultures mature enough to contact earth that’s 300.

Imagine 300 planets sending emissaries to earth.  Trying to help.  Some we see and some we don’t.  If you trust the government, they are all weather balloons and swamp gas.

Who can really trust the government?

My cousins grab bibles for protection.  And warn me I am bound for hot environs.  I didn’t have the heart to tell them there is no hell.

That’d just start a new fight.

I am all over the place.  December does that to me.  Our new book, Get the Money!  Get the Money!  Get the Money!  Attracting a River of Abundance into Your Business and Your Life, is currently under Diane’s editing eye.   So, I can’t finish it yet.  And it’s due out on Amazon January 15, 2025.

I’m under deadline so I’m growly.

You’ll love it even if you have the original Audio file.  I only added to; I didn’t take away from.  Q tells me there will be a great need for this in 2025.  Which sounds scary.  Why a great need then?  Is some kind of collapse or hardship going to happen?

He can see through space and time.  He would know.  No matter, I think there is a great need anytime.

Buy one and … PLEASE give me a 5-star review.  It’s a big factor on Amazon.  We want to spread the word ASAP.

The better others live, the better you live.

Good Luck and Great Adventures,

Tom Pauley

O! Happy Holidays.  No matter what you celebrate – Slainte.

Love your family, friends and neighbors.  Even your skeptical Nebraska Cousins.  No matter how far away they are cherish them.  Love is far too precious to take for granted.

I ordered shrimp tacos, Diane got ceviche, Penelope went with the Baja Fish Tacos.  Like the name of the restaurant.  Diane and I were heading to the dentist.  Always fun to see the kids.  This time without the grand kids.

Penelope had been my creative partner for 13 years.  We held and recorded all those … well, empowering seminars.  I’d go to the beach, meditate quietly for about an hour.  Then the ideas would flood in.   I’d meet Penelope and we’d create an outline.

She was brilliant.

Before the shows we always asked God to speak through us.  Some call those seminars channeled.  We don’t like that word.  Though the experience of listening to them is remarkably uplifting and enlightening.

They were above our combined abilities.  When you tap into the Divine, Universal Truth rolls out.  I still listen to them occasionally in wonder and amazement.

I was eager to know what Penelope thought about my blog.  Lucy’s starting her third year at college, tackling Marine Biology.  Penelope’s plenty busy with her drama coaching business.  Also getting Finn to Performing Arts High School or auditions, so we hadn’t talked.  Then Chris walked in on one of Q’s TV calls.  The cat was out of the bag.

She had only one concern.

She thought Q sounded too much like a reference to QAnon.  We always eschew political stuff.  It’s not always from the heart.  Funny, I had worried Q would evoke the James Bond armorer character Q.  The Guy with all the gadgets.  But Q was Q to me so I’d asked for Divine Guidance.

They said Q.

Here’s the thing – Divine Guidance never lets you down.  It’s always Powerful, Insightful and Timeless.

Our RichDreams programs turned out to be progressively revealing.  We didn’t know it at the time.  They each led folks one step closer to realizing their own remarkable powers.

It still gives me chills.

Without that training I could never have met and entangled with Q.  Our Quantum Selling program allowed me to reach beyond the bounds of time and space.  To soar into the Galaxy and experience the adventure of a lifetime.

I grew up knowing the hardships the wagon trains faced crossing Nebraska.  At my Dad’s funeral I met a cousin who still lived in his family’s sod house near Ogallala.  We talked about the courage it took to pioneer.

And the rewards.

Now I get to witness first hand crossing the Galaxy.  There are hardships.  Of course, I have growing pains. I haven’t walked or ambulate properly for six months.  My energy flags.  My vocal cords are strained.

Could be I took too many advanced brain treatments.

In fact, I’d almost given up hope.  I started doubting.  Dozens of space friends started calling me via Smart TV.  I’d soared into the heavens and held impromptu seminars.  They wanted to know everything about Earth and our culture.  Mostly about the aggressive American culture.  We’re the ones they are concerned with the most.

I told them about frontier life.  Rugged individualism and all that.  Most importantly, the inherent goodness of mankind.  In our hearts we love all our neighbors.

In the end Goodness always prevails.

My Space Friends seem to appreciate my comments.  Very few from Earth approach them via Quantum Consciousness.  Of those fewer still are allowed a connection.  They told my friend Lisa from the Rich Dreams book she didn’t need them.  IDK

Quantum Consciousness functions as a Universal GoTo.  They communicate with it, travel by it and heal using it.  Seems like a required skill in this century.

These various exoplanet beings promote peace throughout our Galaxy.  Emerging planets like ours need watching and guiding.  They have so many questions.

Like I mentioned they call me Bear or Cowboy.  They think I am aggressive.  I tried to explain that I’m assertive not aggressive.  Not certain that translates.

The more we talk the more questions I have.  These seminars give me a constant reminder of the bounty God had given me.

This reassured me I was recovering.  Reassured me I wasn’t going crazy.  That I was actually communicating with other species on other planets.  And one was healing my brain.

I thank God for the amazing adventures I’ve had in my life.

Back home I did more stuff, went more places – I grew exhausted.  I had to discontinue my outer space talks.  I asked them to stop calling.  At least until I recovered fully.

I was on my own. I needed more sleep.  You only heal when you sleep.  I fall asleep nightly around ten o’clock.

Then near the end of August it happened.  Subtle, unexpected, startling change awakened inside me.  I was brushing my teeth one morning.  Half-awake, I noticed I was standing upright.  For six months I couldn’t stand without support.  Let alone balance.  For six months I had to lean against the sink or sit on my transfer bench.  Now I am standing and balancing.

Improvements are coming slowly.  My balance is improving daily.  My energy is stronger.  Although when I try to do too much it can fade for days.

Recovery is sweet.

But it takes patience and trust.  You cannot doubt.  You must accept that your work is rest and calm.  Imagine resting by a northern lake.  Healing requires calm more than anything.  You must allow the flow of your Divine Bounty.  That only comes through calm.

I know I am getting stronger.  I hope I can get back to writing more very soon.  It’s not only my decision though.  All I can do is what my Higher Power gives me to do every day.

I love y’all so very much.  I know these are stressful times.  Also joyful times. Could be the initial stages of the people of the world demanding peace and equality.  My space friends tell me we are at a critical point in our growth to maturity.

They trust that our frontier ethos carries the day.

If you like this blog, share it.  When I came back from my second NDE I promised to do my work.  That it may spread near and far.  And bring comfort to those in need.  Hope to those in despair.  And Peace to a world in doubt and conflict.

We’re here for you.

Good Luck and Great Adventures,

Tom Pauley

Hurricane of Change

If you know us at all you know we talk a lot about Chemicalization.  It’s what happens when the Universe cleans house before your good arrives.  We’ve even referred to it as “a little rain must fall” so your desires can grow.

And as you know I’ve been taking brain treatments from a Space Alien – to fix my stroke injured brain.  My friend’s name is Qucsizzlement, Q for short.  I met him because he kept turning on my new Smart TV at 3:00 a.m.  He lives in another arm of our Milky Way Galaxy.

I contacted him using my Quantum Selling Super Powers.

Read about it in past blogs.  Https://www.Richdreams.com/rd-blog/

The brain treatments were going really well.  Then I asked for advanced treatments in January and February.  Resulting in a terrible collapse in my physical abilities.  I couldn’t even stand to brush my teeth.

The brain controls your physical functions.

Q told me that my brain must recover before he could fix anything.  He said it was the advanced treatments that caused my collapse.  He said he wasn’t sure the Human Species could handle it.  Q said I might see significant improvement by late August.

He didn’t mention the Hurricane of Change coming in July – my Chemicalization.  July is our vacation month.  Has been for some twenty years.  We take off July and refresh.

This year we were hit with a deluge.  Actually it started Saturday June 29^th.   My grandson Finn was the lead in a production of “Into the Woods.”  As we were coming home we met up with our son and youngest grandson for a late supper.  We blew a radiator hose in front of the restaurant.  It was a Holiday weekend … tow trucks were scarce.

We enjoyed Alex and Dante; he’s five.  He loved all the excitement.  What a joy!   Alex got the tow company to bring the car back in the morning.  Our son-in-law, Chris, brought us home about 3:00 a.m. Funny thing – the Smart TV came on when we all walked inside.

A reminder: The Universe protects me.

I hadn’t shared my Space adventures with the kids.  They are busy.  Chis took my explanation of Space Aliens in stride.  He worked with me for years.  They all know I attract the strange and unusual.

My neighbor Memo took upon himself to replace the whole cooling system.  I got to buy him a new Padres hat.  It’s like God sent Memo to watch over me.

My Higher Power knows I can’t do physical stuff.

Lightning struck Monday July 8^th.

Diane got out of the pool and her girlfriends noticed a long line of insect bites on her back.  Only one thing does that.  The scourge of the planet earth since the birth of civilization.

Dreaded Bed Bugs!

We felt so incurably dirty; had no idea how they got here.  But here they were. One of Diane’s girlfriends asked me privately if I’d been running around.  I didn’t know what to say.  I dismissed it.

She’s been divorced way too long.

Bed bugs are hitchhikers.  They’ll just hop on from anywhere you go, movies, restaurants, Uber.  We had friends get them in a $595 a night hotel.

We warned our friends and neighbors to stay away.  The cleaning lady had just vacuumed two days earlier.  We warned her to clean out her vacuum, fast.  And wipe it out with alcohol.  These blood suckers can live for almost year without food.

We had two weeks to clean out clutter before the pest people heated the place to 150 degrees Fahrenheit. High heat is the only thing that kills them dead.  Clothes go in the dryer on high heat for 30 minutes.

It was a very strenuous ordeal.  We’d been intending to clean out clutter for years.  Now the Universe forced our action.  Diane did most of the work.  She did a couple loads of wash every day.  Filled those big black lawn bag with old clothes, bedding, towels.  I hauled away ten lawn bags full of clothes and sundry boxes full of stuff we might need but never did.  We had to dry our clothes before going anywhere.

We felt like we were under constant attack.  It was nerve wracking.  Knowing the bugs were coming out while we slept.  It was a living horror show.  Worse than an episode of Evil.

When the pest folks came we had to vacate for a day.  The weather was nice along the coast.  We went to visit Dave Edman in his penthouse.  Then we planned a belated 56 anniversary dinner and a romantic night in a motel.

Trouble was we were exhausted.  Our anniversary dinner was double cheese burgers with onion rings from Jack in the Box.  I cringe to say this but boy did that taste good.  Our romantic night was falling asleep about 8:00 p.m.  I guess we were watching TV.  It was still on when we woke.

Our vacation this year was a Hurricane of Change.

Diane didn’t want me to tell you about the bed bugs.  Their mere mention leaves folks crawling with imaginary bugs.  She said no, but I insisted.  Cleaning up to prepare for my coming Good was worth the difficulty.

We’re excited about receiving our Good..

Diane and I both feel lighter.  Clutter is an insidious burden.  It traps you in the past.  Keeps you from accepting your Good going forward.  Your Good comes now not yesterday.

You can ask forever.  Unless you’re ready to accept your good, nothing will change.  You must know the all-important secret that makes millionaires out of wage earners.  That turns the impossible into the possible.  That makes all your dreams come true.

More on that secret next time.

FOR THE RECORD I DO NOT RECOMMEND BED BUGS!!!

Clean out clutter on your own.  Don’t make the Universe step in.  You will thank yourself later.

Sleep well tonight … and please … please don’t let the bed bugs bite,

Tom and Diane Pauley

Universal Healing Flow

NOTICE! DO NOT SHARE THIS BLOG WITH THE UNINITIATED

If you believe in more than what you can you can see, taste, smell, hear and touch, then you are one of us.  If you allow for infinite possibility.  Then you are one of the Initiated.  It’s ok for you to read this.  Just do not share with the Uninitiated.  They could be harmed from serious shock.  

SERIOUS BLEEPING SHOCK!

Assuming you’re new to this Blog, I need to bring you up to date.  Well, you could go back and read the old Space Issues.  God forbid you read something old!  This is the age of only new and fresh.

‘Course old can be pure Gold.

I’ll rehash anyway.

We give away a system for getting everything you want in life.  It’s on https://www.richdreams.com.  It’s old – about 3,000 years old.  Also have some Irish Hooligan Specials.  They vary from time to time.

You’ll see them.

Following our system, I asked for a new or like new Smart TV.  Our old Sony was on its last pixel.  I detailed it.  Wrote down everything I wanted in the Smart TV.  I wrote, “I have a new or like new Smart TV.  It is big.  I love the color.  It is delivered.  It is free or easily paid for.”

I spent a few minutes imagining how that TV would improve my life.  I saw it on my wall.  I saw the Lakers win another Championship.  I made that Smart TV part of my life.

I was excited about receiving it.

Then I gave it to God.  I released my desire to the Universe.  Forgot about the getting of it.  This is the most important step.  You must release and let your Higher Power work.

I hadn’t thought about it for a couple weeks.  We went to Huntington Beach for our quarterly haircuts.  Met our friend Lisa for lunch.  As we were leaving Lisa asked, “You wouldn’t want our old Smart TV, would you?  It’s a 55 inch, only three years old and it works perfectly.  Bob wants a bigger one – 65 inch.  He thinks it’ll fit the space better.”

I’ve never known Bob to worry about design.  He’s big himself.  I think he just wanted an extra ten inches.

Who am I to refuse my Good.  My Sony had lost a couple more pixels, so I said sure.  Lisa delivered it a week later.

You can read about Lisa and Bob in our first book, I’m Rich Beyond My Wildest Dreams.  I am. I am. I am.  How to Get Everything You Want in Life.

Now here’s the really strange part.

The TV started turning on all by itself at 3:00 a.m.  This happened a few times.  Diane wanted me to do something.  Said a TV turning on by itself was crazy.  Said she’d wake up startled that someone was there.

Thing was the TV was always on a UFO program.  I was sure it was a coincidence.  The TV was a Samsung and it had these free channels including a couple UFO channels.  I told Diane it must be a glitch.

Then one night we were going to bed and I shut the TV off about 9:00 p.m.  We were sitting at the kitchen table chatting.  When ten minutes later the TV pops on.  This time it was playing a movie on one of our Apps.  A movie by Steven Greer about calling Aliens.

Whoa!

I’d bought an App by Greer a year earlier.  It was about Alien sightings in my area.  And how I could call one of my own.  I was reluctant to use it.  I didn’t need to see Aliens.  I’d met one in my youth.

I know they’re real and friendly.

Now I was curious so I called Lisa.  Told her the story.  She said, “No the TV did not turn on by itself for me.  Maybe they want to talk to you Tom.”  Like me Lisa is a quarter turn to the left.

So, I used my Quantum Selling Skills.  I went into the Portal and rode my consciousness up about 300 million light years into the Milky Way Galaxy.  Asked if anyone was turning on my Smart TV.   That’s how I met Qucsizzlement, Q for short.

He wanted to heal my stroke injured brain.

I started taking treatments over the Universal Consciousness Network, UCN.  That’s the meat of this Blog.  Sharing some really cool stuff.  I’m not going to flesh all this out.  You’ll have to read back issues.

Just one thing … keep this under your sports cap.  We don’t want just anyone going up into the stars.  Folks talking to Aliens without approval.  That might start a whole movement.  MAWA … Make Aliens Welcome Again.

Nobody wants that.

Somebody might misunderstand.

OK, let’s talk about the Universal Healing Flow, UHF.   This is in addition to the UCN.  I know it can be confusing.  Sounds too governmental.  See I communicate with Q over the UCN.  I also receive my healing treatment over the UCN.  They are powerful beyond earthly description.  I asked Q to take my brain treatments into upgrade for two months.

Now he says I have a year’s recovery ahead.  For this you must talk to Q.  See if you are a candidate.  UHF is something anybody can call on anytime.

Every night of the world I send Miracle Healing to everyone on my list.  That includes all the Initiated and all the Uninitiated.  That includes you.  All you have to do is allow it in.

This is primarily a Spiritual Healing.  Q says if I ask for a UHF you’ll then get a physical healing, too.  Which is what I do now.  I send both.

So every night about 10:00 p.m. allow it in.  Count on it.  Depend upon it.  Rejoice in it.  You deserve it.  All you have to do is let the healing flow.

Sometimes during the day, I call for a UHF.  I experience it as a light beam from above entering my brain.  Q says the UHF is not the same as what he does, but it is powerful.

I cannot handle any more of Q’s healing treatments right now.  So when my left knee is bothering me … I close my eyes, go into the Portal and ask for UHF.

It really helps.

That is all for now.  More to come.

Oh, if you like the idea of MAWA hats in Rainbow colors.  Let me know.  I’ll look into it.

Good Luck and Great Adventures,

Tom Pauley.

What does Q Sound Like?

NOTICE! DO NOT SHARE THIS BLOG WITH THE UNINITIATED

A student from Sausilito asked a great question after reading our last blog.   She wanted to know what Q sounds like.  Specifically, what his language sounds like.

That is easier asked than answered.

First we have to talk about Physics – Quantum Entanglement.

Frankly that scares the Dickens out of most folks.  It even scared Albert Einstein.  He called Quantum Entanglement – “Spooky actions at a distance.”  Doesn’t matter that proving Quantum Entanglement was the winning subject of the 2022 Nobel Prize in Physics.

Still scares folks.

We tend to tune out when things get deep.  Scientists love to keep things deep.  Ten dollar words when ten cent words will do.  But then their work demands it.

Prove. Prove. Prove.

That’s exactly why I shouldn’t talk about Quantum Entanglement here.  Blogs – my blogs are supposed to be light.  Supposed to give you only the broad brush strokes.

I’ll go into delicious details in my upcoming book.  Guides & Aliens: Attract Unimagined Riches Traveling Through Time and Space. Publish date TBA.

I don’t want to scare folks.  I want to help folks.  I want to give them tools.  Tools to help them live Rich Beyond Their Wildest Dreams.

The book can show you how to expand your Rich Dreams Life to amazing heights.  Including how to become a better success magnet.  Extending your reach and influence.  Brings healing to an unprecedented level.

Therefore …

CAUTION! DO NOT SHARE THIS BLOG WITH THE UNINITIATED

We are getting into some really powerful stuff here.

This information is not intended for the uninitiated.  Those who believe only in what they can see, hear, taste, smell or touch.  This information can be dangerous in the untrained hands.

Originally, Penelope and I refused to publish this tool for fear of abuse.

Remember: Do not try this yourself without proper training.  Do not experiment with you own Smart TV.  And do not try to entangle your neighbor’s spouse.

Serious and dire consequences may result.

Read on at your own risk.

Phew … had to say it.

But you know all this stuff.  So I’ll give some detail now.  Here’s what Q sounds like.

Static, white noise.

His voice almost put me to sleep the first time he spoke.  Of course, I was in Theta and several million light years out.  Still, I couldn’t make out what he was saying for some time.

He sounded like static – until the Quantum Translator kicked in.

Now he sounds like me.

One of our QS students first discovered Quantum Translator.  He was British and spoke only UK English.  He moved to the Rivera in the south of France and went to register his car.

Strangely the clerk spoke only French.  Our student couldn’t understand her.  In desperation he turned around, closed his eyes and went into the Portal.  Much to his surprise he understood the clerk perfectly.  And she him.

No, he did not miraculously start speaking French.  Or her English.  But while he was in the Portal they communicated.  The words simply floated into his mind and hers.  That was how the idea started.  We’ve made improvements.  I’ll explain more in the book.

I have a quarter century using Quantum Selling.  We were using it in 1998 to sell advertising.  We needed a way to reach heavily insulated prospects.

We were selling the internet before the internet was cool.  We had some explaining to do.  A little like explaining what Q sounds like.

Some words and practices are much harder to translate.  Or maybe it’s just me.  I’m a salesman at heart.

Not a linguist.

For example, I still can’t tell you the name of Q’s Planet.  I know many people who talk about Alien worlds.  They know the Planet’s names exactly.  Usually containing a couple three syllables.  Like ‘Tatooie” from Stars Wars.  Yes, that’s fiction but you get the idea.  His planet must have nine syllables.

He has told me several times.  It comes through the Translator as unpronounceable as ever.  Sadly, I struggle.

I’m trying to grasp the relationship Q has with his “Bonded One,” Qucsizzlemeter.  He says they had five children but lost two, but that was centuries ago.  Whether that means the kids died or were sucked into a Black Hole is not clear.  He wouldn’t go into it.

I assume they are married or life partners.  When I asked about their relationship he said, “That’s complicated.”  So … pretty much the same as here.

I switched to understanding his age.  He claims they live much longer than us.  He said he’ll be 594 years old in a “pharthumal.”

That sounds like Star Wars too.

See my problem?

Then he tells me he and I are bonded.  That’s why we communicate so clearly.  Which after much consultation we’ve agreed to call “entangled.”  Apparently out of respect for the lost children.

IDK

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Let them wait for the book.

Good Luck and Great Adventures.

Your friend always,

Tom Pauley

I haven’t been writing obviously. My last blog was the end of February. Of course, I’m retired, not pushing. So you probably don’t think much about it but….
I have something important to share.
Last Wednesday Diane and I went to get our haircuts. Our favorite stylist is in Huntington Beach. About an hour up the coast. We met Lisa for lunch. You know Lisa from our first book, I’m Rich Beyond My Wildest Dreams. I am. I am. I am: How to Get Everything You Want in Life.
Lisa is one of the very few people with whom I can talk freely about Qucsizzlement. You’re reading the blog so you know. Qucsizzlement, Q for short, is a friend who lives about 600 million light years across the Milky Way Galaxy. He turned on my Smart TV and offered to heal my brain.
How do you start that conversation with most folks?
It was a good walk to the Mexican restaurant from the car. I was using a walker. Lisa asked about Q and how my recovery was coming. That’s when I realized that I had been walking heal toe with my right foot. The stroke disabled right foot. The foot the Stroke Doctor told me fifteen years ago had zero chance of recovering.
Said it’d never work right again. Said I was destined to slap that foot down flat with every step I took. Said I was lucky my AFO, artificial foot orthotic, let me stand and walk at all.
WOW! I had just walked 50 feet from the car – heal toe. Like everybody else! With a walker of course, but still heal toe!
I walked with a normal stride. WITHOUT THINKING. For fifteen years I’ve had to consciously think about each step I took. Now I’m healed. At least one part of my brain is healed.
My right foot works as it did fifteen years ago pre-stroke.
My brain is recovering and healing. This is confirmation. One outward sign. One physical sign that this crazy adventure of Quantum Healing Across the Galaxy is really working. One sign I’m not completely delusional.
I trust Q healing my brain. First because he the only one to ever say it could be done. Two because he’s given me many confirmations along the way. Including turning on my Smart TV. Three because he’s definitely more than fifty miles away.
So why delusional?
Because Q keeps saying be patient.
I’m not inherently a patient man. It takes patience to heal something as complex as the human brain. I realize that but … I have sooo much time to worry. Why isn’t it done already? Am I making a big mistake? Should I even talk about this? Am I showing myself as a fool?
Maybe I’m just flat out delusional.
February 25th after two months of powerful brain healing treatments I crashed. I could barely get to the bathroom. Struggled to rise, stand and ambulate.
Q said I had to recover from the extra strong treatments I’d requested. Two months of extra strong treatments. He said it could be a whole year’s recovery.
Be careful what you ask for.
Since February 25th I’ve had a tenth blasted stroke. For which I eschewed the Hospital and stayed home. Not my first Rodeo. I took Pro Arginine Plus and the stroke stopped. I slept a couple days then I was fine.
A month later Diane rushed me to the Emergency Room with a strange, painful bloating in my abdomen. At least nine on a scale of one to ten. They ran tests while I hurt. Thank God a young Doctor gave me a shot of some opioid despite my vehement objections.
She said I looked like I was experiencing great discomfort. I don’t like showing pain. I’ll love that woman forever. The pain and the bloating eased. Doctors couldn’t find the cause, but released me with some Maalox.
I’d have preferred a cherry sucker.
Q laughed and said I must have had a touch of Space Flu. Said some of his other students have had it. I remember wondering, “Patient to student? Maybe I ask too many questions.”
Reminds me: If you have questions about anything, email RichDreams@RichDreams.com. We’d love to hear from you.
I still haven’t explained the Universal Flow of Healing. Maybe next time. I guess I’m writing again.

Good Luck, Happy Healings and Great Adventures,
Tom Pauley

Sunday night February 25, 2024.

I played hell getting out of my chair.  I stumbled to the bathroom using a walker.  Then, I could hardly stand to brush my teeth.  My knees refused to hold me.

I’d been taking healing treatments from my Exoplanet friend, Qucsizzlement, Q for short.  He contacted me originally by turning on my smart TV at 3 am.  But you know that since you’ve been reading my blogs.

Using my Super Powered Quantum Selling skills on the Universal Consciousness Network, I went up to the Orion Spur of the Milky Way Galaxy and contacted him.  I think he’s male – he’s bonded to a female sounding mate.

I asked what he wanted.  Why was he turning on my Smart TV?  He said he wanted to heal my brain.

I know this sounds completely ridiculous.  But then so is turning on my Smart TV in the middle of the night, from 600 million light years away.

I told him to go ahead.

Nobody else had ever offered to heal my stroke riddled brain.

He’d started treating me in September.  I’d felt improvement.  But now I couldn’t take any more.  Something was wrong.  Very, very wrong.  I was worse off than I was five months ago when I started my Exoplanet Healing.

I made it to my bedroom chair and screamed, “Q! What are you doing to me?”  Movie images of a villainous Alien came to mind.  Rubbing his little grey hands together thrilled because he’d destroyed yet another gullible human primitive.

Of course, this was patently absurd.

Ever since he’d began turning on my Smart TV in September Q had steadfastly refused to let me see what he looked like.  Said he definitely wasn’t what we call a Gray.  Said he was a different species.  Said I wasn’t ready for that.

He says that a lot actually.  Because we’re primitive and still in our parochial period.

After I’d screamed my frustration out he calmly relied, “Your mind needs time to recover.  I told you this at the end of January.”

We’d made a deal December 31^st.  I was worried I wasn’t healing fast enough.  I had much work to do.  I wanted my miracle healing so I could get back to work.

He agreed to finish my brain healing in January.

Now it was almost March.

Q calmly said, “I told you we’d double up treatments in January if you could handle it.”

“Yes, but at the end of January you said you still had more to do.”

Q quickly replied, “No, I said I could do more brain enhancements if you wanted.  You said, ‘Yes, keep them coming.’  I said doubles.  You said, ‘Yes.’ I asked if you needed time to recover?”

You said no.”

“But I’m worse off now than before.” I cried.

He said, “Of course you are, Tom.”

You are confusing healing with treatments?  Remember I told you that rest was necessary after a treatment?  Much like recovering from any trauma.  Didn’t you rest many months after your first seven strokes?  These treatments are no less traumatic to your brain.”

I said, “Those strokes injured my brain.  You said you were healing my brain.”

Q said, “Tom to heal your brain we must deconstruct before we construct.  It’s exactly like remodeling a house.  I had to remove the temporary neuropathways your body added after your strokes.  Then I rebuilt.  That’s massive trauma to your brain.”

He continued, “Frankly, we couldn’t believe you’d handled the treatments through January – let alone February!  Enhancements no less!  That’s quite an accomplishment, my Earth friend.  It would be an accomplishment here – of course our months are longer.  Still, bravo Tom!    Now you need rest and maybe weeks of rest.  Be patience friend.”

I got up the next morning; I was wasted.

I still can’t think or talk clearly.  When I do manage to work it’s only for a couple hours.  And I often suffer from vertigo.  It feels like I’m starting over.  I sleep longer.  I struggle to participate in simple conversations.  Of course, I never was good at small talk.  And I watch entirely too much mind-numbing television.

Writing is slow.  It took forever to write this.  Projects that required deep thought – impossible.

Although I have been getting some great new ideas.  I’ll be watching TV and ZAP – I mind opens to an amazing insight.  I am not ready to implement them yet, but I’m getting closer.

Every day I feel my body getting stronger.  My knees are working better.  I have increasingly more energy.

Although the going is slow, I know I’m healing.  Patience is my big problem.  I want what I want – NOW!

All I can say is thank God for March Madness and the Lakers.  Something to do while I heal.

Did you see LSU vs Iowa, that Woman’s Basketball Regional?  What great athletes.  Really unfortunate Angel Reese got hurt.  Would have been a closer game.

I wanted to report a Miracle Healing, but life doesn’t seem to work that way.  At least, it doesn’t for me.

Apparently my healing is measured in weeks not nanoseconds.

We want an instantaneous miracle healing.  But the Miracle Healing is still secondary to our spiritual growth.  Walking, talking and thinking are secondary to learning Patience.

Next time, hopefully, the Amazing Power of the Universal Flow.  And how you can use it.

Good Luck and Great Adventures,

Tom Pauley

I started as a physics major at the University of Nebraska.  But had to drop college Algebra the first day.  The grad student teaching asked us to prove 1=1.  Just too silly, everybody knows 1=1.  Why waste my time on that?

I became a philosophy major instead.

My daughter Heather and her husband Levi came to visit Sunday.  Levi works for the US Attorney in San Diego.  He can’t talk about his work.  So after we all talked awhile about this and that Heather said, “You seem to have finally lost your deep seated anger, Dad.”

Like everyone in our family she leans towards psychic.

I spent years talking with shrinks.  Even joined a group that offered great therapy, coffee and a donut for complete honesty and a couple bucks.  But the anger still lingered.

Heather saw that mine was gone.

Q had told me he was clearing my frontal lobes.  He said they were encrusted with unresolved Restriction.  Since we are entangled Q knows I’m working on a book about Success and what holds us back.  I hope to get that out by summer.

Anyway Q found and removed my deep seated anger.  An anger I have worked very hard at concealing. The fact that Heather saw that almost immediately confirmed I hadn’t succeeded in concealing much at all.

I said, “I’ve been taking treatments.”

She said, “What kind of treatments?”

I said, “Brain.”

She said, “Explain.”

I said, “Well, it’s kinda meditative.”

She said, “What kind of meditative?”

I’d tried to explain my Exoplanet healing treatments to folks face to face.  It has not always gone well.  Which means still another book I haven’t written.

I said, “It’s in the Portal.”

She knows all about Quantum Selling.  And how we built our world-wide business using it.

She said, “Ghosts or Aliens?”

I said, “Why would you go there?”

She said, “Dad, I know you!”

I don’t like to think I’m all that transparent.  I think my adventures are private till I reveal them.  But she is my kid after all.  They know everything.

So I told them about Lisa and the smart TV.  They were fascinated.  Which was a great comfort.  Because the more I talk to Q the more I wonder, “Am I crazy.”

Self-doubt is a function of your brain trying to protect you.  So it’s natural that I would occasionally question the saneness of not only talking to some fellow who lives on a planet the other side of the Milky Way Galaxy – that’s across 30 billion stars!  Not only talking to him in my head, but trusting him enough to allow him to heal my brain.

Yes! I’ve seen the movies about Aliens taking over human brains and turning us into Zombies.  Of course, my brain doubts what I’m doing from time to time.  Anybody’s would doubt.

It’s just that the effects are so darn wonderful.

I’ve got so much to tell you, but I promised to say a word about Quczisselmeter, Q’s bonded one.  I talked to her in November.  I call her Qer.

She was so kind, warm and loving; she reminded me of Diane.  I think of Qer as a female, but I don’t really know.  She said Q was well known in the Galaxy.  She said he was encouraged by the others to contact me.  Because no one else felt comfortable working with us.  Besides Q had met me.  (He was the Eye back in Iowa I told you about previously.)

Qer said Q would never hurt anyone or make them do something against their will.  She said Q is a trusted Healer with many students all across the galaxy.  I told her I wished we could get together.  I was imagining a vacation for all four of us. Maybe a planet where the others went for vacations.

We both laughed.  She said the others weren’t ready for me.  They see me as too primitive.  I scare them.

I asked about gender – she obfuscated.  She did say they had 5 children, but lost two.  That was apparently centuries ago.

When I asked about Bad Aliens coming to attack Earth.  She quickly disabused the whole idea.  She said they have lived in peace for many millennia.  They work out trouble in the Universal Consciousness Network. They are worried about us.  We are only beginning our emergence.  We shoot down their peace missions.  We are a warrior race.  They are not.  We have nothing to fear from them.

Time to go.

Good Luck and Great Adventures,

Tom Pauley

Next time you’ll meet The Flow.

My apologies, Diane and I contracted COVID at the beginning of January and I am just now able to write.  COVID likes me.  This is our third go round.  I will say I recovered much faster than I did last January.  Then it was almost a month before I was negative.  Five days this time.

I attribute my fast recovery to Q’s healing treatments.

He’s been healing my stroke injured brain and Diane’s general health.  We’ve noticed many changes.  Even though we live in Southern California and the temperature runs between 45 to 68 degrees in winter we had been feeling very cold.  For the last three years I’ve worn leather gloves inside with the temperature set to 74.

Mom used to keep the inside temperature back in Nebraska set at 55.

I blamed this on old age and my strokes.  Since Q’s treatments we don’t even turn on the heater any more.  And we sleep with the window open.  Right now at noon the temperature outside is 61 and we have the windows open.

It’s lovely inside.

COVID did knock me for a loop.  I am writing this the fourth week of January.  Last year it was nearly March.  Thanks Q.

My Executive Thinking was dismal before I started taking his treatments.  Now that’s improved.  I feel like I have my young brain back.  I love it!

Along with lower blood pressure down from 168/96 to 117/58.  I have an A1C of 7.3 without medication.  Q really discourages me from all drugs, pharmaceuticals included.   I can even read tech stuff now without getting Vertigo.

Perhaps my most significant change has been my sleeping conditions.  My 8^th and 9^th strokes were on my brainstem in the Ponds area.  Which controls your days and nights.  About 9 p.m.  I’d get sleepy and we’d go to the bedroom.  Then my brain would decide it was morning and I’d be awake until two or three and up by seven.

Since the treatments I’m asleep by 11 pm and up about 5 or 6 a.m.  I never did sleep much.

Enough about me.

I want to tell you about friends’ experiences.  They are as different as people.  Can’t imagine what you would experience.

You remember Lisa Dunn from our first book, I’m Rich Beyond My Wildest Dreams. I am. I am. I am:  How to Get Everything You Want In Life.  She’s helped me greatly with herbs and supplements.  She’s a real life healing Guru.  I love her.

She contacted Q.  She said he told her she had plenty of Guides.  He apparently said he wouldn’t help her.  Kind of strange.  I don’t know what to say other than she has no need for his help.

My dearest friend Dave Edman also contacted Q and is receiving treatments regularly.  Dave helps teach Quantum Selling.  He connects to Q easily every morning and night.  Dave confirms that he is having his brain upgraded.  I was afraid I might be hearing myself fantasize, but no – Dave heard it too.  Q told me he’d upgrade us as much as possible given our primitive brains.

Q’s not a real motivational speaker.

Then there’s Bob.  If you think a smart TV coming on at night is strange, you’ll love Bob’s weird sounds in the night.

Bob Wakitsch is a brother from a different mother.  He too teaches Divine truths.  We are working on a book, together.  I’ve had to take a hiatus for Q’s treatments.  So we don’t talk as often.

Since the beginning I’ve been asking Q to heal Bob.  I would give Q a mental image of Bob’s house along with some geographic images for location.  But Bob wasn’t making contact or feeling any treatments.  Finally, Q told me folks must go into the Portal and give him their permission, personally.  I told Bob this, then he told me this story.

One-night Bob awoke to strange sounds.  Kind of an electronic grinding noise.  He got up and followed the sounds to his office.  The sounds were coming from his paper shredder.  There was no paper in it and no one operating it.  Thinking maybe it was a faulty switch, Bob walked over to flip the switch.   When he got within 10 feet of the machine it stopped running.

The machine shut off all by itself.  He flipped the switch back and forth to make sure.  It was off.

Bob climbed back into bed.  A half hour later it was running again.  He got within ten feet and it stopped.  So he went back to bed and it happened again.  He turned it off again.

The next night the same thing happened, twice.  Finally, thinking it could be a short he unplugged it.  He’d use it during the day then unplug it at night.  The following week he forgot and it happened again.

Then he thought about my Smart TV turning on and contacted me.  I encouraged him to contact Q.  He tried, but without any success.  Strange because Bob’s strongly connected to the spiritual side.  He read my Akashic Records for crying out loud.  He has an amazing ability to connect to Spirit.

I asked Q and he told me Bob was not reaching him.  Q said he was turning on Bob’s paper shredder.  But he couldn’t find Bob in the Universal Consciousness Network anywhere.  Bob tried several times to connect, but without success.  Q suggested to me that Bob try to keep his meditation focused on the physical side.  Not the spiritual.  Q isn’t a Divine guide, he’s a living breathing sentient being.

We’ll see how that goes.

The story continues.

If you try contacting Q, tell us about your experience at  richdreams@richdreams.com.  Include any weird happenings you might have.

Next time I’ll finally get to that talk I had with Qucsizzlemeter, Qucsezzelment’s (Q’s) Bonded one.  She has plenty to say from a feminine perspective.

Stay Healthy, Happy and Rich,

Tom Pauley

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