The Little Buddha's Thimble

Little Buddha

These were incredible dreams as usual.  I was having a dream where I am in a movie theatre.  As I’m waiting for the movie to begin I notice it is awfully dark.  It then occurs to me to stick my hands in front of my face to see if I can see them.  I immediately become lucid.  I then notice that the further from me that I place my hands my hands seem to disappear with distance.  Wanting to disappear myself into the unknown matrix before me I decide to move forward into the disappearing unknown.  I then have a false awakening yet I remain within the theatre.  I can’t seem to move.  I’m stuck as if I am being held down by some invisible force.  I relax and mediate knowing I’ve been able to trigger an out of body experience before under these circumstances.  I manage to move forward just a few inches.  I then realize if I can’t move forward let me grab on to whatever is in front of me and pull back into my reality.  I then leap forward grabbing whatever I can and immediately pull back. 


I immediately awoke from the dream.  Held tightly in my arms was the spirit of a man.  He looked at me in shock and said to me, “…but you died?” “I am not dead,” I said.  I allowed him to look around at my world for a few moments then I gently guided him back into the dimension from where he came. 


I then meditated and gently returned to the wakeful dream.  I then heard him telling others about his vision of me and how I had died and had now come back as a ghost.  As he is saying this to the others I appear in their world.  I am now apparently a ghost within their world.  They showed me how I had died.  I had been pushed out of a moving vehicle.  My body went rolling down a mountainous ravine.  I relived the painful event as they recounted the story and when my spirit left my body I awoke in another dimension.  It was a beautiful and peaceful experience even though the death was very tragic and very painful.  I somehow knew it was meant to happen that way.  I welcomed my death.  I was shown around my celestial home where many were congregating to greet me on my return.  It felt like a mystical place in India with many scents and musical tones.  I then heard the sound of a baby cry in the distance.  I understood their language even though it was not English.  I understood it to be my native tongue. 


I could now see the baby who was wearing bangles on my wrists, waist and feet.  He was learning to stand up on his own and walk.  I somehow knew this child to be the Little Buddha.  I asked to see him.  I wanted to hold him and meet him.  I felt he was being concealed by his family for reasons unknown to me.  His importance was shrouded in great secrecy.  No one knew, but  I somehow knew the truth.  I was allowed to go over and hold him in my arms.  He seemed to want to cling to me as if I was its mother.  As I gave him back he made one final gesture by out stretching his little hand toward me.  I grabbed his little hand and immediately dropped into a painful state of ecstasy.  There was great joy and bliss to be found in the pain.  It was like nothing I had ever felt before in my life. 


ThimbleI was then given a tour of this celestial home.  I was taken to meet an androgynous being who reminded me of a Hindu god.  He was so peaceful I felt his bliss.  Streams of light flowed from his body.  He looked at me with endearing and passionate eyes.  His story he did tell me in a single glance.  I then knew he was the Buddha.  I was then allowed to choose a souvenir to bring back with me.  I chose a thimble. In the thimble I had concealed the etheric essence of this celestial world.  They caught on to what I was trying to do.  So they took the thimble from me and removed the spiritual embers that burned with passion within the thimble.  They said I could not take them with me for their home was in the heavens, so they emptied the thimble and handed it back to me.


They then said that instead they would allow me to bring back a secret.  They walked me down a long corridor to a room with a double door.  They opened the doors to reveal the system responsible for the physical laws required to achieve interstellar travel. He said I could reproduce this system on earth.  My eyes must have bulged out 10 times their normal size.  “Are you kidding me? I’m not a physicist,” I said. He replied, “But I just gave you the secret, would you like me to show that to you again?”  I said, “You better because I don’t know what you are talking about.” He then showed me a model simulation that would make it easier for me to understand. It looked something like a lava lamp with electrical impulses that flowed through the interstellar medium similar to a light bulb.  I understood the interior space to represent outer space.  I could see the luminous jelly like space ships within the lava lamp taking their needed energy from the space within.  Underneath the belly of each craft was a spinning wheel that spun rhythmically with sacred geometry and the light stream of consciousness.


In the story of the Little Buddha, a Hindu Prince called Siddhartha embarks on a journey to attain enlightenment and is viewed by the children in the Story. Mara, a jealous demon, senses that Siddhartha (Keanu Reeves) is about to attain enlightenment and sends his daughters to distract him. Failing to do so, he attempts to shatter Siddhartha’s resolve and thus begins an onslaught of threats, intimidation and temptation. Mara summons a terrifying horde of monsters of every conceivable description but even something as horrific as this still leaves Siddhartha unmoved, unperturbed. Instead he transforms the weapons which these hosts threw at him into lotus petals which exude a lovely fragrance as they gently floated down to earth. Mara decides that Siddhartha will not deny himself and turns into his image in a reflection on a pool of water. Instead Siddhartha reaches and pulls the image out of the water. The classic Buddhist dialogue between Mara and Siddhartha takes place:

Mara: “You who go where others dare not; Will you be my God? The architect of my house?” Siddhartha: “Finally I meet the illusion of self; Your evil house will not be built again.” Mara: “But you live in me; I am your house.” Siddhartha: “O, trickster; phantom of my own ego, you are pure illusion. You, self, do not exist. The earth is my witness to this Supreme Enlightenment.”

Lama Norbu explains that Siddhartha defeated an army of demons, simply through his observance of patience and tolerance. He achieved great peacefulness and compassion, through self-detachment from illusions.

I was currious why of all things I had chosen a thimble to bring back.  So I went to my trusted Wikipedia and learned that thimbles were used to measure spirits.  Interesting play on words. 

I was also unfamiliar with the exact meaning of Interstellar so I promptly looked it up on Wikipedia which lead me to Interstellar Medium.


Before modern electromagnetic theory early physicists postulated that an invisible luminiferous aether existed as a medium to carry lightwaves. It was assumed that this aether extended into interstellar space, as R. H. Patterson wrote in 1862, “This efflux occasions a thrill, or vibratory motion, in the ether which fills the interstellar spaces” (Ess. Hist. & Art 10).


In the late 19th century, luminiferous aether (or ether), meaning light-bearing aether, was the term used to describe a medium for the propagation of light.[1] The word aether stems via Latin from the Greek αθήρ, from a root meaning to kindle, burn, or shine. It signified the substance thought in ancient times to fill the upper regions of space, beyond the clouds.

Later theories including special relativity were formulated without the concept of aether. Today the aether is regarded as a superseded scientific theory.

Maybe it is time we revisit those old theories.  They may hold more truth than our skeptical minds assume.

It's Time To Grow Up Peter Pan

Peter PanLast night’s dream was most interesting.  I find myself on the fifth floor of a school house.  Strangely I’m able to see through the walls and floors of the building.  We have been tasked to re-arrange the furniture in such a way that would allow for the maintenance crew to easily access the interior spaces of the building.  In re-arranging the furniture, I notice that as I re-arrange the furniture on my floor the furniture on the lower floors is also mysteriously re-arranged as if there is a trickle down effect.  I realize my approach to re-arranging the furniture must be with an awareness of the global affect on all floors.  Now with the ability to see the overall picture, I become aware that the arrangement I’ve chosen makes it impossible for the maintenance people to come in and do their work because the entrances to the living quarters are blocked on the lower floors.  I’m then told that I have not properly considered how the maintenance people would be entering the building.  I had assumed they would be entering through the front door.  I’m then told the arrangement does work because the maintenance people are able to enter through the windows on every floor and are not limited to the use of the front door.  Even with this description, I have a sense of being trapped.  Unhappy with the arrangement I know there must be a better alternative.  I determine there is a sofa on my floor that is the cause of the bottleneck and my sense of entrapment.  The sofa is lodged tightly between some other furniture pieces.  I begin jumping up and down on the sofa attempting to dislodge it when suddenly the sofa becomes dislodged.  All the furniture is now floating as if the floors have completely disappeared.  All the furniture now moves freely with grace and ease between the many floors. 


TalonsI am a fraternity pledge. Knowing this I’m now aware that the pledge master of the house has been ruthlessly working his pledges for his own personal interests.  I want to expose him and free myself and the others who are under his control.  I now have a clear path to freedom.  I receive a signal from a fellow pledge who indicates to me that now is the time to run.  I know I can fly. I know my powers are now greater and flight is now longer a matter of simply flapping my wings.  I have the ability to soar free with merely a thought.  I take a deep breath and soar to a point atop a high tower that is many stories tall.  I turn to see the pain of my pledge brothers.  I must free them.  By seeing me, they know they are enslaved.  They now know they can be set free.  Standing atop the tower, I spread my wings.  I can see my shadow upon the ground below and the incredible wingspan.  They now know what is possible.  Again I spread my wings shaking them and my body vigorously.  I see the black talons on my back come loose.  I am free.


I woke up and the first thought that entered my mind was that of Peter Pan.  The only thing I remembered of the Peter Pan story was that he flew around with Tinker Bell.  Outside of that, I knew nothing about Peter Pan.  When I arrived at work I looked up the story.  I was surprised to find some striking similarities to my dream.  Peter Pan lived in Neverland and was the leader of the Lost Boys.  Peter had the ability to fly. One night, Peter is spotted and, while trying to escape, he loses his shadow. On returning to re-claim his shadow he meets Wendy who manages to reattach his shadow.


The most apparent thematic thread in the story concerns “growing up” (or not), with the character of Peter wanting to remain a child forever in order to avoid the responsibilities of adulthood. “Peter Pan syndrome” has become a psychiatric term named by Dr. Dan Kiley to describe an adult who is afraid of commitment or refuses to act his age. It is also sometimes used to positively describe an innocent, childlike approach to life.

The Sonar Stream

SonarThis seemed an appropriate dream to place here. In the dream I am about to take a shower. I walk into the shower stall and turn on the water. I then notice the stream of water isn’t hitting me. The stream seems to be falling short vanishing in mid air. I step out of the shower to look at this peculiarity from a distance. Sure enough the water stream is vanishing just above where my head would be. Somehow I know the cause of the interference. It is the sonar stream; an intense sound wave that scatters the water and creates a fine mist. I stick my hand in to prove to myself that my hand would be wet if I passed it through the stream. I do so feeling my fingers. Sure enough my fingers are wet. I decide to attempt to take a shower allowing the stream to do its work. I have faith that my body will be cleansed when I am done. Upon stepping out of the shower my partner tells me that he has received an invitation. Knowing there is something strange going on here for which I need more direct answers to I decide to ask him a probing question. I’m now semi-lucid. Turning to him, I ask point-blank, “Where are they inviting you to?” Seemingly confused that I am asking him a probing question, he does not answer. Again I ask him sternly, “Where are they inviting you to?” I hear the sound of my voice clearly as it resonates within me waking me up from out of the dream. I maintain my dream awareness and remain in bed with my eyes closed.  Tongue tied he still does not answer looking around not knowing what to do. Knowing I must get an answer from him before the dream slips, I again in an unwavering voice ask him, “WHERE ARE THEY INVITING YOU TO!?!” Somewhat annoyed, he finally answers, “I’m not gay.”


The Emerald Eyes of Poseidon

Bearded PoseidonI am at Sunset Harbour watching the boats go by.  There is a ship coming in to dock.  It makes its’ turn but is coming in too fast. Someone is going to be injured.  It hit the wall of the dock and bounces like a rubber ball making one complete rotation in the air.  Upon hitting the water it bounces again and is propelled in the air toward the land where I am standing.  It lands several feet in front of me and begins to slide down the hill toward the water.  I’m hoping the boat will slide gently enough to allow it a safe landing.  Upon hitting the water the ship capsizes.  My consciousness now is down below the water watching the injured scurry for their lives.  I’m amazed that my consciousness moved so quickly and is viewing these events with such clarity.  There is one person who appears to be dead.  His body is now floating at the surface of the water.  I then wake up and grabbed my voice recorder to record the details of the dream.  Afterwards, I lay back down and began my meditation.  In a vision I saw a man with piercing glowing emerald eyes.  Trauma and turmoil like the unpredictability of the oceans are a part of life.  It happens to the best of us.


The dream reminded me of the Poseidon Adventure so when I got to work I looked for an image to display with the dream.  Coincidentally and to my surprise, I found the I found an image of a statue showing the piercing emerald green eyes of Poseidon.  However, this image was not my favorite.  I preferred the bearded images of Poseidon. So here I will display both to honor my dream.  I learned that Poseidon is actually the god Neptune and is the brother of Zeus.  


Emerald Eyes of PoseidonThe funny thing is I had a great deal of turmoil arise after this dream in a personal situation which I’ll try to describe vaguely.  Someone I know said something about someone else in a group of people.  I don’t know the person he was talking about, but I did feel strongly that what he had said about the other person was slimy and very inappropriate and not in keeping with the spiritual principles and our traditions in recovery.  I confronted the person about his actions.  I also discussed my feelings without specifics to others.  In the end, this person’s words came back around to bit him in the ass.  He then accused me of having repeated what I heard him say of the other person to that person.  I was unable to reason with him.  The situation seemed to just get worse from there.  He made all sorts of threatening comments to me and is now even threatening to sue me.  Of course, I know it is all talk because there is no basis for a lawsuit.  This could be what my dream was trying to alert me to.  In the end, this person decided to to part with our support group.  In essence this event killed his recovery because he could not face his own actions.  The man is dead to his recovery.

An Extraterrestrial Visit

Arecibo MessageThis was another incredible dream.  In the dream, I find myself at work.  A co-worker is being transferred into my team.  He was a valued member and lead analyst in his previous group.  I use to hold his position early in my career and at that time he was my second in command. Prior to this, we had been discussing that he was rightly deserving of a merit increase and a corresponding increase in pay.  I was behind him on his request although I was no longer his superior.  Now I see that they honored his request by moving him into my team.  I counsel him by explaining that with this move he should now be entitled to two merit increases, one for his previous role for which he was rightly overdue and one for his new responsibilities.  I ask him if they had granted him both.  He smiles and tells me that he is simply happy and thankful to now hold the title of Engineer and to be working alongside of me.  


He has two monitors that he has brought with him which he hangs on the wall in the workspace we both share.  I’m worried that the way he has anchored the bolts that secure the monitor to the wall will place our work area at risk of having the monitor come loose and injure someone.  I tell him he must secure the monitor if he intends to leave them there.  


We are now outside admiring the night sky.  As I’m looking at him and his shoulder length hair I become lucid. I’m now quietly comparing my co-workers image to his image in real life.   Their features are not similar.  The dream co-worker is much different from my memory of my real life co-worker.  What makes me associate the two?  As I’m contemplating this I see a space craft in the night’s sky amidst the many stars.  I immediately draw my dream co-worker’s attention to the space craft.  At first he doesn’t believe me.  Yes, I tell him it is a space craft.  The craft has 4 distinct layers or tiers.  I begin hailing the craft telepathically by raising my arms in the air.  I tell my co-worker to watch the way the craft is maneuvering.  In this way he will know it is in fact a space craft.  My co-worker is now also convinced that it is a space craft.  The craft then maneuvers a shuttle craft and lands behind me within three blinks of an eye.  It happened so quickly I barely had time to turn around.  The inhabitants of the craft are now walking toward me.  They are human in appearance.  It is all happening so quickly.  They are coming at me so fast that I have to take several steps back.  


The surprise of the approach wakes me up out of my sleep.  I open my eyes to see a large slender green alien creature coming toward me in my bedroom.  He is at least 8 feet tall.  I immediately raised my palm toward him and placed a loving image in my mind.  I immediately saw streams of rainbow colored light flowing from me to him.  His image became illuminated as he stopped in his tracks.  The image disappeared and I got up out of bed to run to the restroom.  


When I returned to bed I recorded the details of the dream/vision and began to meditate.  I was hoping to go back there.  After a few moments, I had a vision where I was on board their space craft.  They were celebrating.  They knew I was watching.  They gathered together 5 of them to do a line dance for me which was reminiscent of the childhood.  They wanted to let me know they had received my message and were joyous and above all peaceful.