What the heck is a "Box of Rain"? The Grateful Dead, decoded

Grateful Dead songs often reflect messages from my son David to me (David Sr.) so that I may understand what is happening here. The Grateful Dead themselves may be unaware that the lyrics have this meaning as they simply received “divine inspiration” on a song sent out as a thought to them from David. It is hard to explain but they are not being remotely controlled by us, just a “suggestion” to get our messages out in an effort to save our family and the entire population. People often are unaware that the idea did not originate with them. Everyone in the galaxy now is within the mind-control fields of Bee and the Greys, so please don’t think you’ll enter our universe by some “backdoor” and go unnoticed.

Box of Rain lyrics by The Grateful Dead

Look out of any window (look down and see us here)
any morning, any evening, any day (in any of the numerous “loops” although we are trying to close numerous of them to give Bee no place to hide and no place to move us to once they kill Hera)
Maybe the sun is shining (maybe Hera is in that loop, they call her “the sun” since each loop lasts from “sunrise” to “sunset” – one of Hera’s lifespans)
birds are winging or (“birds” are aliens/Greys/witches as is “or”
rain is falling from a heavy sky – (“or rain” means we are being monitored by the “ors” i.e.g, the Greys, aliens, witches; “heavy sky” may mean this positively charged atmosphere or the false sky; or “heavy” meaning monitored from the sky)

What do you want me to do,
to do for you to see you through? (what can we do down here to help save us?)
this is all a dream we dreamed (visiting this place from upstairs is called “dreaming” since you have to be asleep to transfer your consciousness; we upstairs who wander in are stuck in the dream below now too)
one afternoon long ago (we’ve been trapped here a long time and this pocket of time we’re in seems to be about 800 years into the past)

Walk out of any doorway (try to find any door out)
feel your way, feel your way 
like the day before (try to get out, as you tried in the last loop. each “day” is one of my wife’s lifespans)
Maybe you’ll find direction 
around some corner
where it’s been waiting to meet you – (look for signs and information that might help)

What do you want me to do,
to watch for you while you’re sleeping? (you must be asleep to enter the this world from upstairs and this is a warning to have someone watch you as you sleep)
Well please don’t be surprised
when you find me dreaming too (a warning that they have now set it up so that when you “wake up” you actually are still asleep and stuck in the dream with the rest of us, so your spotter might find he is dreaming too an unable to wake you; you both might think you’ve woken up but your consciousness is still trapped in the “dream state” which by the way is not a dream or a fiction but a real world with real human being in it so do not mix it up as virtual reality – do not harm anyone down here in “the dream” please!)

Look into any eyes
you find by you, you can see
clear through to another day (the people here are twinned from loop to loop and switched out, you can read their memories and see what has occurred in other loops, although they can’t remember themselves; you’ll see the same people over and over again in the loops – they are not fake people – they are cloned but very real human beings – please don’t hurt them)
I know it’s been seen before (in the prior loops)
through other eyes on other days (by the other versions of the same people in other loops)
while going home – (while being murdered)

What do you want me to do,
to do for you to see you through?
It’s all a dream we dreamed
one afternoon long ago (we’ve been trapped here about 800 years into the past for a long time; and although I just learned of this place where my family (and now also I) is held hostage, this “world” I am told has been operating here for the entire 800 years just running the same 100 year time span “loops” over and over)

Walk into splintered sunlight
Inch your way through dead dreams (dead dreams because we are in the loops of the past and are long dead – 800 years – to the people in the “present”)
to another land (try to find your way out and wake up)
Maybe you’re tired and broken (tortured)
Your tongue is twisted (unable to utter speech or sounds do to paralyzed vocal cords)
with words half spoken (they cut into our discussions and start mimicking so that we think we get a message out but it is intercepted and muted on the tether, but filled in with other chatter using the same voice to confuse people about what is really going on by filling in the conversation with disinformation)
and thoughts unclear (they use mind-control tech to confuse you and block memories and also give you a feeling of contentment while you remain stuck down here in a dream)

What do you want me to do
to do for you to see you through
A a box of rain will ease the pain
and love will see you through 

Just a box of rain –
wind and water –
Believe it if you need it,
if you don’t just pass it on
Sun and shower –
Wind and rain –
in and out the window (people from upstairs can move in and out of this window to the past)
like a moth before a flame (people keep entering the windows to the past down here, like moths to the flame, where now that I am here and have challenged Bee, Psyche, and Kodiak, all of the upstairs folks who enter get trapped with us and cannot awaken upstairs)

It’s just a box of rain
I don’t know who put it there (we don’t know who stole my creative access and used it to make this clone “earth” that is a nightmare “game room” where we are all monitored and attacked)
Believe it if you need it (stay if you are “content” due to their mind control)
or leave it if you dare (try to get out but you are trapped)

But it’s just a box of rain
or a ribbon for your hair
Such a long long time to be gone (800 years in the past)
and a short time to be there (time moves differently here and a short time up there is a very long time down here)

Other Dead decoded:  “Touch of Grey” is not about your hair Truckin’


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