I had a dream where I am in an auditorium with family and friends. There is an orchestra in the pit tuning their instruments. As the orchestra begins to practice before their performance, the person with me draws my attention to the manner in which they are playing their instruments. The members of the orchestra are flapping their arms like birds. He then says to me, “Look at what they are wearing.” All the members of the orchestra are completely bare without any clothing. Then he says, “…and look who is the conductor.” I turn my attention to conductor who is also without cloths. He is an old stocky grey haired man with a long flowing beard that reaches down to his belly. He has made a dream catcher out of his face and beard by weaving his beard with feathers and beads. I then realize, I am the conductor and he is the dream.
In last night’s dream, my mother was pregnant. At the time of labor I see her assisting the baby through the birth canal. In the end, the baby comes out unborn in a bubble along with the placenta. I tell my mother that the birth sack must be broken to allow the child life. I’m asking those around to please call a doctor so that we can be told what to do. The doctor then confirms that the sack must be broken. I quickly break open the sack. Within the sack is only the head and neck (a very long one) of the infant child. It is an alien child. Not knowing what aliens look like when they are born I decide to pat it a couple times on the back of the neck to encourage it to move. It does not move nor does it open its eyes. I am fearing it might be dead. I want it to live. I want the curiosity of alien child. A part of me wants to know if this is a real child. “Is this a real child?” I run my fingers along the back of its head and down its neck. I feel. I can feel the sensation of its leather like skin against mine. This triggers my awakening. I slowly gain consciousness with the child gaining consciousness along with me.
In awe…I laid there in my bed trying not to loose this state of consciousness. I want to know what happens to the child. I began meditating. I then saw upon a black canvas, blue maroon light. It was a scene from a city at night. I could see people and cars running in chaos. The sky was falling. Large pieces of debris were coming down upon the people. Large birds as big as a house were flying around. I then saw a white disc run across the night sky. The vision ended there.
When I got to work the word that stuck in my mind was alienation. I looked up the exact definition of the work in Merriam-Webster’s dictionary.
1 : a withdrawing or separation of a person or a person’s affections from an object or position of former attachment : estrangement <alienation…from the values of one’s society and family — S. L. Halleck> 2 : a conveyance of property to another
I then went to Wikipedia and looked up Alien Nation. I was not too surprised to find a movie by that name for which I followed the link. What did surprise me was the promotional poster for the movie. It looked exactly like my vision. Needless to say, I went online to my blockbuster account to order the movie. I had never heard of this movie before today but I assume there is something here for me to discover. Another piece of a very large puzzle.
The Tree of Life
I had a dream where I am one among a group of students. We are preparing for our board certification exams. I’ve just entered into the curriculum but classes are already well underway. I apparently have transfer course credit that I can transfer in to place me on par with my new classmates. I notice my classmates are all in excellent health. I’m thinking I had better start my diet plan back up again. Although I don’t remember studying the course material I somehow seem to know the subject matter as if I had lived it. Considering the subject matter might be too easy for me, I consider the possibility of a dual major.
At this point I began to awaken, slowly regaining consciousness. The dream however had not yet ended. As I lay there in bed fully lucid looking over my course work I saw before me within the dream my third eye looking back at me. The iris was a beautiful luminescent etheric blue. Within the pupil I could see lightning flashes of green and blue. As I looked more carefully at the lighting within the pupil I noticed the lighting had created a pattern in the sky. Within my pupil was now the tree of life. Lightning was flowing through it’s many branches and trunk. Knowing what I was beholding…I was in utter awe.
My alarm clock sounded so I reached over to snooze it. I continued to lay there for a few more minutes trying to return. Instead, I saw an olive green backdrop upon which three hieroglyphs appeared. My alarm sounded again. It was time to awaken.
I went to Wikipedia to find an image to use for my post and read a little bit about the origins of the tree of life. Interestingly the last picture image on the Wikipedia page, which I did not like because it didn’t look like a tree, is a graphical representation of the modern “Tree of Life on the Web” project. When I clicked to enlarge this photos it strinkingly resemples an iris with the tree within the pupil. The hieroglyphs I saw look much like the hand drawn tree of life on the same Wikipedia page that Darwin hand sketched.
Horus, Osiris and the Mystery School
Tonight’s dream was a recurring theme. In the dream Earth is being invaded by aliens from another dimension. The invasion is well under way. There is more than one group of aliens who are presently engaged in a war over the Earth. Since I have knowledge of their presence I am swept into the conflict and forced to take sides. I already know for which cause I stand. It is to fulfill the purpose for which I was born. As I enter the battlefield, I am already aware of their tactics. Knowing harm can come to my family as a result of this war, I ask for the protection of my mother and family. They can read my mind and know my request before I have even asked it. Having connected with them mentally, I tell them where my family is located. I am told my mother has not yet been born and that because of this no harm can come to her. I then take up arms and am made a warrior.
A falcon follows me wherever I go. As more details of the war are revealed to me I become aware that these are the creator gods of the Pyramids of Giza. The war rages on. No matter where I go a bird follows me. I begin to question the significance of the bird. Many people are around me crowding me in. Wanting more space I begin to draw on the power of the universe to clear space around me. Instantly my personal space is restored. I then come to the realization that these people are looking to me for leadership. “When did I become their leader…and what is this bird still doing on my back?” With that thought, I become lucid in the dream and all the puzzle pieces suddenly fall in place. Now in total awe I realize the bird is Horus and I am Pharaoh. Suddenly with a flash of insight I realize, “I am Osiris”.
With the shock of awareness I awoke from the dream. Puzzled, the first question on my mind was why were my last words in the dream, “I am Osiris” and not something along the lines of the more obvious Horus or Pharaoh. It was 8am on a Saturday morning so I decided to simply record the details in my voice recorder and go down stairs to let the dog out. As I waited for the dog to finish his business, I pondered over the dream in my mind. I knew I had to return to the dream but I had to return in a wakeful state. When the dog was done we marched back upstairs where I promptly laid back in bed and began my meditation. Within minutes, I was seeing moonstruck images. The images were black on an orange backdrop. I clearly made them out to be partial images of 3 riffles. Strangely they were images of the end of the riffles; the part that presses up against ones shoulder. Thinking they might be angels, I began to move my consciousness backward to enable me to see the bigger picture. I then clearly saw three renegade warriors wearing bandanas across their foreheads. They stood on my left in single file. Their faces were androgynous leaning more toward the feminine. I could see their faces with perfect clarity. All three acknowledged me without saying a word. I then continued to back away and a 4th person came into view on my right side. He was their commander. He did not wear a bandana but instead wore some form of hat. He too acknowledged me as if I was someone of high honor.
I then noticed others beginning to line up behind the original three. I move forward past the commanding officer. I once again looked at the faces of each of the three carefully noting their features. One by one I looked them over. Beyond the three were at least 5 others. Their faces were different. One looked just like me only younger, stronger and better looking. Another was a black person. The next three had elephant man features in that their facial features were much larger but in no way grotesque. Their features were simply larger and more accentuated. I sensed that these might be forms in which I had chosen to incarnate into. I sensed that these could very well be the faces I wore at one time. I somehow found this accentuated form to be so beautiful that I had chosen to incarnate into it many times more as often despite its appearance being different.
If these had been my incarnations, I wanted to return to see the black person. I tried to go back but they would not allow me to go back. I continued forward and entered a dream.
I find myself at J.J. Newberry where my mother used to take me to shop and eat pizza when I was little. They had the best cheese pizza. Behind the pizza counter sits a woman. I ask her if she could possibly help me find my way back to Los Angeles International Airport. She tells me she is in school not far from there and can help me. She tells me there is a bus I can catch out front of the pizza place. Having no money on me, I ask if she would kindly accompany me on the ride back. She says she can’t because her school is in Escondido.
Feeling confident that I can find my way back with the information she has provided me I decide to get something from the house in which I lived before I head back to Los Angeles. Still fully lucid I am aware that I can fly and that I am pure spirit. I take advantage of this fact and enter into the house through the upstairs window so that I can go in unnoticed by those presently in the house. I the upstairs bedroom I see a boy of about 7 yrs old sleeping in his bed. I quickly move through the rooms of the house looking for that something. I’m not even sure what it is I’m looking for to take back with me but I know when I see it I will somehow recognize it as being important to me on my journey. As I walk through the living room there is a woman seating on the sofa. She looks at me. I pause for a moment. Affirming I am spirit, I move on. In one of the bedrooms I notice a few dream catches hanging on the wall. This is what I’m looking for. I grab one off the wall and proceed to make my way out of the house.
The Drone of the Black Panther
I had a dark dream where I see my grandmother who is seated in a chair. This is the spirit of her physical body. It is the non physical essence of the shell of the woman I once called Abuelita. My grandmother’s spirit the one I loved is not present here but her shell remains trapped in this bardo world aging indefinitely. I can see the soft hairs on her skin and the many green age spots on her arms. This body is motionless and speechless. Her image triggers all my childhood memories of her. I remember her fondly. I then see my father coming down the street. He is much taller than I remember him. He stumbles and falls and pees his pants. I am angered by him. I can’t leave the memories of my family in this bardo world. I feel compelled to help them; to bring them back with me. I try to get my father to stand and walk on his own but he simply cannot. I want to slap him, but I hold back my anger which is rising within me as I tighten my body in frustration. My heart doesn’t allow me to leave either one here. My alcoholic father has always been a burden in my life. Why must I carry his weight? In order to bring my grandmother with me, I must also help my father. I turn to him again. With my anger rising I can see his face getting uglier and uglier. My anger seems to garner him the strength to stand. With an insipid look he now stands ready to come at me with all his remaining strength. Using his entire body he lunges forward and falls on me.
In that moment I woke up. Dreams like these don’t come without visitors. Angry now, I looked around my bedroom to find those responsible for the dream. Along side my bed were standing 5 large framed beings. They were each about 7 feet tall with wide shoulders. They were not human in form. I locked onto each of them with my eyes to let them know I was well aware of their presence. I didn’t know what their intentions were but I didn’t feel they were well intended. I knew they were using my grandmother and my father to hold me emotionally hostage. I got up out of bed and boldly walked right through them. I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet to gather my thoughts. As I sat there a black panther walked in with the insidiousness of a snake. I got up, flushed and walked right past it on my way back to the bedroom.
I laid back in bed and closed my eyes. I began hearing a rhythmic repetitive and almost hypnotic sound, “du-dil-il-ling.” I then had a vision where I could see a construction site that had wooden elevators that were lifted with hand pulleys. I could see the people who operated the pulleys carrying people and supplies to the upper levels of the construction site. They were like worker bees hypnotically following the drone.
Historically, black panthers in the American Southeast feature prominently in Choctaw folklore where, along with the owl, they are often thought to symbolize Death.
Triceratops; Flight of the Condor: Part II
Last night as I was nodding off to sleep I caught something out of the corner of my eye. I opened my eyes and sitting upon my bed was a reptilian looking creature. He had a face similar to a horse with a long snout. He also had a frill on the back of his neck that rose like feathers above his head. Like all spirits I see he too was transparent. I could only see his head as if he were peering into my world from a vantage point within his. He was talking to me. I could see his lips moving and his facial gestures but I could not hear any sound. His distinct features made me wonder if I was simply imagining things. His details were too perfect to be a creation of my imagination. He reminded me of a triceratops except he had no visible horns. I carefully looked around the room to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Tired as I was I lay there in bed watching him until sleep overtook me. I then rolled over and fell asleep.
Moments later I hear a loud but familiar hum of engines. These are not normal engines. It is the familiar hum of space ships. The aliens are back. I then feel someone tugging at my arms. I opened my eyes in real life and now on the other side of my bed was Triceratops pulling at my arms. I was amazed that he actually had the ability to physically pull on my arms such that I could actually feel it. I knew there was something he wanted me to pay attention to.
I then closed my eyes and immediately I entered into a wakefully induced lucid dream state. The rest of the night I remained in this wakeful dream state with Triceratops pulling at my arms when I’d drift too deeply into sleep.
In the dream I am confronted face to face with the Black Condor from my previous dream. He stands the height of a giant man ominous and huge with a great wingspan. His feathers are unlike any birds feathers. Fully lucid, I recognize that I am in another dimension. I too am a Condor (blue) except my wings only shown when I with a relaxed but focused intent channel the hum of the universe. Then and only then do my wings shown as big and wide as the Black Condor. I am to confront him on his own turf. I am given time to adjust to my new environment so that we might be on a level playing field. I’ve never flown with wings as great and powerful as these. I somehow instinctively know how to command the forces within this world. It feels as if the energy from the earth is rising up and flowing through my body, expanding my wings. I immediately take flight as if I was going up in an elevator at a tremendous speed. I can feel my stomach drop into my groin as the exhilaration rushes through me. I am in a steep canyon with very high cliffs with many ledges that are carved into the rock face as if people lived here in and among the rocks. I can hear the sound and feel the rush of wind against my wings. The feeling is so incredible I can’t believe I’m experiencing this.
The exhilaration is too much so I decide to land upon a perch to catch my breath. “Am I really awake?” I then feel a tug and I open my eyes to see Triceratops beside me holding my arms. All I can think is, “I want more.” I immediately close my eyes and instantly return to the place where I had perched. Again I relax with focused intent to resonate with the hum of the universe bringing its energy into my body through the earth below me. The feeling lifts me again to new heights but this time I notice that I am not being held from behind as before. I am without my safety. I feel one hand upon my side. This hand is the only thing holding me securely in this position. I fear I have climbed too high so I begin to descend. My body begins to tilt forward. All I can think is to cry out for my mother. I then remember that I can simply open my eyes and return to the safety and comfort of my bed. I immediately open my eyes to find myself still lying on my side. Wanting more, I immediately close my eyes and return to the exact place where I had left off, but now it is time to confront the Condor. He is now in pursuit and I have only one hand gently securing my safety. Feeling I need additional protection I reach behind me to where the hands would be to hopefully bring them forward to place them tightly around my waist. They are no longer there. I am now flying solo. I frenziedly pat myself down looking for the arms that once held me secure, but I don’t find them. I then take notice of my own arms and hands before me. From both my hands is streaming forth an intense blue light. I now feel the presence of God within me. I can see the valley floor below me. I know I can’t retaliate with force against the Condor. Instead I decide to use the light within me to bestow a blessing upon the earth; the earth who gave me this gift of flight. I open my palms in front of me as I soar above the land. The light from my hands is now going forth with tremendous force upon the land. White spirits begin to emerge from the land. These captive souls have somehow been set free. They are flying up to the heavens at tremendous speed like arrows they are flying toward me.
Instinctively I pull the covers up over my head and open my eyes to avoid the impact of the arrows. The Condor is under my sheets! His face is pressed up against my forehead. He is angry that I have freed the souls of those who dwell captive below the earth. In shock I freeze motionless under my covers not knowing what to do. He has me pinned down. Remembering back, I knew the only thing I could effectively do was to simply love the Condor. I then relaxed and smiled and looked gently into the eyes of the Condor. His image began to become grossly disfigured. He was nothing more than an illusion. I slowly pulled the covers away from my face in total disbelieve of all that I had just experienced. With dawn approaching, Triceratops was now gone.
I lay back down and closed my eyes. Within moments I find myself sitting in a comfortable armchair playing a board game. This is a flight simulator designed to help one master the gift of flight. It requires mental control to command the elements on the game board. The game board is a very large flat panel monitor which hangs on a wall in front of me. All the moves are done with the power of the mind. I’m practicing the art of mind control to create wormholes on the fly through with to move elements positioned on the board. My skill level is high. I love the game as it is very challenging. Joe comes by and asks me what I’m doing. He asks if I would like to do something with him. I’m more interested in mastering the game. I seem to be addicted to the game. I know that mastering this skill will be priceless. I show him the ease with which I command the forces on the board hoping to entice him in the game. This is the leading edge of all things worth having.
I then realize that my eyes emit a light that others can perceive; specifically those currently positioned on the game board. I’m now challenged to find a way of maneuvering my way through the board without being noticed much like an undercover agent. This is a challenge considering my multidimensional sight depends on the light which my eyes emit. I must acquire another sense of vision. Suddenly my whole environment changes and now I’m hiding deep within the sands of the earth. Everywhere I look my piercing laser vision creates a wormhole. I can’t conceal myself in sand. I then try to conceal myself in the waters of the ocean. This appears to be a more formidable environment. One in which I might be able to retain an edge on the game board.
Last night I had a foretelling dream where I find myself alone with my dog at my Aunt Carol’s house. I am house-sitting. While there, a very small fire breaks out in one of the smaller bedrooms of the house. I notice the smoke and quickly go to extinguish the flames. An ember from the fire floats through the air and lands in another area of the house, which causes a second fire to break out. The flames begin spreading to different areas in this same manner. I finally manage to extinguish all the flames. I then go to let the dog out the back door of the house which was not damaged by the flames. As I’m standing there waiting for the dog to return from doing his business, I look down the street through the kitchen window and notice that all the homes in this area have burned down. All that is remaining of the neighbor’s house is the chard wooden frame of what was once their former house. Apparently these same embers made their way through the air to propagate themselves. I feel terrible that my inability to act quickly has caused this to happen. My aunt comes home and apologetically I tell her that I’m sorry for what I have done. She responds by tells me that this is a great opportunity for her to rebuild her home.
As I awoke from the dream, I could see smoke in my bedroom. I thought…”Oh my, this dream is prophetic. My house is burning!” I quickly got up and looked around to see if I could figure out where the smoke was coming from but I could not smell smoke and the smoke alarms were not sounding. I quickly realized that what I was seeing was merely hynagogic images or remnants of the dream that had lingered on after my awakening.
Oddly enough when I got to work sitting at the top of my inbox was an email I had received from my friend Ed Gurski which was titled, “House Fires—PLEASE READ!!!”. Here is the content of that email.
Subject: HOUSE FIRES– PLEASE READ!!!!
House fires–please read!!!!!Received from a friend who is in the insurance property business. It is well worth reading.This is one of those e-mails that if you don’t send it, rest assured someone on your list will suffer for not reading it. The original message was written by a lady whose brother and wife learned a hard lesson this past week.Their house burnt down.. nothing left but ashes. They have good insurance s o the house will be replaced and most of the contents. That is the good news.
However, they were sick when they found out the cause of the fire. The insurance investigator sifted through the ashes for several hours. He had the cause of the fire traced to the master bathroom. He asked her sister-in-law what she had plugged in the bathroom. She listed the normal things….curling iron, blow dryer. He kept saying to her, ‘No, this would be something that would disintegrate at high temperatures’. Then her sister-in-law remembered she had a Glade Plug-In, in the bathroom.
The investigator had one of those ‘Aha’ moments. He said that was the cause of the fire. He said he has seen more house fires started with the plug-in type room fresheners than anything else. He said the plastic they are made from is THIN. He also said that in every case there was nothing left to prove that it even existed. When the investigator looked in the wall plug, the two prongs left from the plug-in were still in there.
Her sister-in-law had one of the plug-ins that had a small night light built in it. She said she had noticed that the light would dim and then finally go out. She would walk in to the bathroom a few hours later, and the light would be back on again. The investigator said that the unit was getting too hot, and would dim and go out rather than just blow the light bulb. Once it cooled down it would come back on. That is a warning sign
The investigator said he personally wouldn’t have any type of plug in fragrance device anywhere in his house. He has seen too many places that have been burned down due to them.
PLEASE PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE
PEOPLE IN YOUR ADDRESS BOOK.
NOT ONLY COULD IT SAVE SOMEONE’S HOUSE
BUT IT COULD SAVE SOMEONE’S LIFE.
You better believe I quickly sent sent this to everyone in my addressbook. Better safe than sorry. The image I used for this post is the actual image that was attached to Ed’s email.
Last night I had a dream where my family and I are staying in a group of bungalows in somewhat of a resort type place. My aunt Helen is rooming across from me. She is not in her room. I’m in her room and two guys show up at the door and force their way in. They are somewhat known to me but not close friends. They want a place to hang out for a little bit. I can’t seem to shake them so I allow then to stay for a minute. I however don’t want to be around them to I walk out of the room to figure out what to do. I few minutes later I re-enter the room and they have made a mess of her room. All her dry cleaning is strewn on the floor. I sternly ask what the hell they think they are doing to which one of them answers that they are looking for the remote control. Knowing my aunt is a control freak and a neat freak my temper explodes and I yell at the one who answered, “GET OUT OF HERE”. I woke myself up having actually yelled it out loud in my bedroom. “Wow, what was that about,” I thought to myself. I quickly recalled the dream from which I had just jarred myself awake and grabbed my voice recorder and captured the details of the dream.
I returned to bed and had a second dream. I am with a friend who is a pilot. He is a good longtime friend of mine. I’ve always wanted to learn to fly. As a matter of fact when I was in my early twenties I took flying lessens and clock about 10 hours in one of those small Cessna’s. Thinking I would have liked to have gotten my pilots license I ask him if he could possibly tutor me. I’m thinking that since he is my friend he won’t charge me as the lessons and rental of the aircraft were expensive. He agrees to train me. He has me doing odd jobs. Wax on, wax off I’m thinking he doesn’t have any interest in teaching me. He simply has me doing odd wax on wax off jobs. I’m feeling resentful and finally I tell him I’m moving on. He appears to be expressionless. What’s up with him? As I’m walking off with ever step I begin to gain awareness, an awareness that I already know how to fly. I’ve always known how to fly because this is a dream. “CLEAR PROP!”
Chivalry's Great Helms
In this dream I find myself floating above a parade of people. At first I can fly and hover about 4 feet above the ground. The height at which you can fly is somehow related to one’s authority level. This height feels comfortable and I do not feel threatened or in any kind of danger. I seem to have mastered this level of comfort and have been granted its corresponding authority.
I am then pushed by an invisible force to new heights. It completely throws me outside of my comfort zone. I feel as if I’m being pursued by an invisible force. I feel unsure of myself. I am now flying at the tops of the buildings far removed from ground level. Once you have mastered the gift of flight you can basically fly at any height. The thing that prevents us from reaching such heights is the energy that is required to reach such a new height and the fear that sets in when such a height is realized. I’m now uncomfortable wanting desperately to return to ground level. I must find a way back. I slide along telephone wires and power lines looking for a vertical drop. I finally find a vertical drop which descends into a location where they are singing karaoke.
I walk into a coffee house to grab a cup of coffee but the guy at the counter is cleaning out the pots and putting away the coffee. He says to me, “the coffee hour is over.’ I then turn and begin walking down the street. I not notice a guy in a wheel chair who is going into a public restroom. As I walk past the men’s restroom I double back to use it myself. I walk in and immediately feel uncomfortable. I do not see the man in the wheelchair. I immediately turn around to leave. Before I can even put my hand on the door to exit, the door flings open and an invisible force walks past me. Its presence is very strong. Even though I can’t see the force I can sense its exact location with my inner eye. I follow it with my eyes to let it know I know of its exact location and to indicate that I am not afraid. As I turn to leave once again, it grabs me from behind and pulls me back into the restroom. I struggle but am unable to break free of its grasp. I’m not gaining any ground.
The struggle awakens me. As I open my eyes I can see two men floating above my bed. As in the dream I point at the one that is further away from me as a clear indication to him that I can see them. He says to me, “Don’t point.” I then hear my conscience say, “It’s not polite to point.” Having made my point I begin to study their appearance. Both entities are wearing unusual hats. In my mind I thought to myself, “What unusual hats.” To this remark I immediately heard the one say, “Chivalry Hats”. I immediately grabbed my voice recorder from my bedstand and recorded the details of the dream and vision. I then got up out of bed as another gesture to these visitors that I was not afraid or their presence. I then marched down the hallway to the restroom to use it then returned and crawled back in bed. Inside me I really was afraid but I refused to show my fear. This force appeared to be a power greater than I.
Chivalry is a term related to the medieval institution of knighthood. It is usually associated with ideals of knightly virtues, honor and courtly love. The word is derived from the French word chevalier, indicating one who rides a horse (Fr. cheval). Today, the terms chivalry and chivalrous are used to describe courteous behavior.
What’s so amazing to me is that as I began researching this dream/vision I was amazed at how my research into Chivalry Hats echo not only the dream but things in my personal life. The synchronicity and interplay between the dream, my vision, the research and personal events in my life was remarkable.
Chivalry, a word uncommon in my vocabulary led me to Knighthood which led me to Knightly Virtues of:
Then to Courtly Love (one can substitute man or God in place of lady):
- Attraction to the lady, usually via eyes/glance
- Worship of the lady from afar
- Declaration of passionate devotion
- Virtuous rejection by the lady
- Worship of the lady from afar
- Declaration of passionate devotion
- Virtuous rejection by the lady
- Renewed wooing with oaths of virtue and eternal fealty
- Moans of approaching death from unsatisfied desire (and other physical manifestations of lovesickness)
- Heroic deeds of valor which win the lady’s heart
- Consummation of the secret love
- Endless adventures and subterfuges avoiding detection
Then to Honor and Status (echoed in the dream) and finally to the armor and the Great Helms (hats) they wore echoed by the vision. It all comes together with divine precision.
Flight of the Condor
When I woke up this morning I had a sense that answers to my many questions had just been explained to me. It is hard to describe a language that does not use words but simply images to convey meaning. I felt as if I had been granted a higher level of understanding, a voice and a means of expression. I finally understood what had for so long been a mystery.
In the dream I own a building with underground parking. In the building is stored and archived all of my soul journeys. It is also the place where my soul returns to reenergize. To enter one must lay on one’s back head first in the sand. This is a secret that no one tells you. You instinctively know this truth. It is as when the baby in the womb turns at the precise time before birth. In the dream my soul is returning to this place to gain re-entrance. I see the place like a cradle in the sand. Having done this before, I lay head first and allow the sand to swallow me up. My body transitions into the lower dimension below the surface of the earth. There is scaffolding all around me and many tunnels.
I am told that I have just died. I over hear them saying that I am tired because of all my self imposed limitations. I see a beautiful vivid blue stream with a water fall that is frozen. These are my archived memories. I chip off a piece of the frozen waters and take it into myself. The waters heal my soul. Everything here is neatly categorized. There is order here.
With my death arrives an awareness of darkness as my consciousness is split in two. I can see both halves of myself. Yet each half is also a whole being in and of itself. The being of light is lying in a fetal position; he is the same color as the frozen waters. He is surrounded by protective blue netting that is composed of the frozen waters. He is sleeping within his netting and is reenergized by the frozen waters. Of the other being, I can only see his neck and shoulder region. I can see a creamy white skin tone. I can also see that he is beginning to grow black feathers. He is the Condor.
The Condor is developing rapidly. I am afraid that he might gain flight and threaten the one who sleeps. As small as he is the one who sleep begins to move looking to now escape his netting before the Condor takes flight. Miraculously the netting gives way releasing the one without wings who instantly takes flight sending a blue burst of light down through the many tunnels bringing light to all places where darkness existed. Is this the end of the Condor?
I can now see the delivery area and loading dock of the building and the entrance to the parking structure. I have a vast number of parking spaces that are allocated to me and my guests.
If you haven’t noticed this dream sounds very much like child birth. I found it ironic when I went to look up the word condor in Wikipedia I found that the condor is closely related to the stork which we all know is associated with child birth. Condors were nowhere on my radar before this dream.
Condors are part of the family Cathartidae, and are closely related to storks, whereas the 15 species of Old World vultures are in the family Accipitridae, that also includes falcons, hawks, and eagles. The New World and Old World vultures evolved from different ancestors. However, they both are carrion-eaters and have distinctive bare heads.
It is synchronicity such as this of the Condor and the Stork that I’ve come to recognize as spirit’s way of authenticating the message recieved.