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August 15, 2008

The Dark Night

Last night I had a dream where I am at an IASD Conference. I am upset because I have temporary residence within the organization. Little do I know that during the interim sessions all the members who hold residency status must vacate their quarters and return home for a period of time. Then return a new. All my possessions are being displaced. I should have known this but I guess I just did not pay attention to the details. They have already come through and dismantled most of my living quarters. I demand to see the President but my request is ignored.

Now I lay and wait for the dark night when we all must return home. My friend Ed and I are sitting around waiting. He rode his bicycle to the conference and is planning the trip home in the same way. The distance he must cover is at least 12 hours by car. It is also the dead of winter with little if any daylight. The sun never rises during this period. He plans to head south on his bike by way of Boston. We are laying in bed watching television just waiting for the right moment. We are cuddled up with each other to help keep each other warm. All of the others have long since left. He then gets up and begins applying tar all over his body as a form of insulation for the long ride home. He is covered from head to toe in black tar. He reminds me of a black crow. I know my time has come, it is time to ready myself to make the same journey back home.

Dark Night of the Soul (Spanish: La noche oscura del alma) is a treatise written by Spanish poet and Roman Catholic mystic Saint John of the Cross. It has become an expression used to describe a phase in a person’s spiritual life, a metaphor for a certain loneliness and desolation. It is referenced by spiritual traditions throughout the world.

The phrase “dark night of the soul” emerged from the writings of Saint John of the Cross, a Carmelite priest in the 16th century. Dark Night of the Soul, the name of a poem and its theological commentary, are among the Carmelite priest’s most well-known writings. The texts tell of the saint’s mystical development and the stages he is subjected to on his journey towards union with God.

The Dark Night of the Soul is divided into two books that reflect the two phases of the dark night. The first is a purification of the senses. The second and more intense of the two stages is that of the spirit, which is the less common of the two. Dark Night of the Soul further describes the ten steps on the ladder of mystical love, previously described by Saint Thomas Aquinas and in part by Aristotle, referred to by medieval Catholic theologians as the Philosopher, for he established justification for the existence of one true God and thus refuted his master, Plato. The text was written while John of the Cross was imprisoned by his Carmelite brothers, who opposed his reformations to the Order.

Saint Thérèse of Lisieux, a 19th-century French Carmelite, underwent similar experience. Centering on doubts about the afterlife, she reportedly told her fellow nuns, “If you only knew what darkness I am plunged into.”

While this crisis is assured to be temporary in nature, it may be extended. The “dark night” of Saint Paul of the Cross in the 18th century lasted 45 years, from which he ultimately recovered. Mother Teresa of Calcutta, according to letters released in 2007, “may be the most extensive such case on record”, lasting from 1948 almost up until her death in 1997, with only brief interludes of relief between. Franciscan Friar Father Benedict Groeschel, a friend of Mother Teresa for a large part of her life, claims that “the darkness left” towards the end of her life.

The “dark night” might clinically or secularly be described as the letting go of one’s ego as it holds back the psyche, thus making room for some form of transformation, perhaps in one’s way of defining oneself or one’s relationship to God. This interim period can be frightening, hence the perceived “darkness.”

Tar is a viscous black liquid derived from the destructive distillation of organic matter. Most tar is produced from coal as a byproduct of coke production, but it can also be produced from petroleum, peat or wood.Tar is used in treatment of the skin disease psoriasis, where coal tar is the most effective. Tar is also a general disinfectant. Petroleum tar was also used in ancient Egyptian mummification circa 1000 BC.

Crows, and especially ravens, often feature in European legends or mythology as portents or harbingers of doom or death, because of their dark plumage, unnerving calls, and tendency to eat carrion. They are commonly thought to circle above scenes of death such as battles.

In the Epic of Gilgamesh, the Chaldean myth, the character Utnapishtim releases a dove and a raven to find land, however, the dove merely circles and returns. Only then does Utnapishtim send forth the raven, who does not return. Utnapishtim extrapolates from this that the raven has found land, which is why it hasn’t returned. This would seem to indicate some acknowledgement of crow intelligence, which may have been apparent even in ancient times, and to some might imply that the higher intelligence of crows, when compared to other birds, is striking enough that it was known even then.

Amongst Wiccans, crows are often thought to be highly psychic and are associated with the element of ether or spirit, rather than the element of air as with most other birds. This may in part be due to the long-standing occult tradition of associating the color black with “the abyss” of infinite knowledge (see akasha), or perhaps also to the more modern occult belief that wearing the “color” black aids in psychic ability, as it absorbs more electromagnetic energy, since surfaces appear black by absorbing all frequencies in the visible spectrum, reflecting no color.

August 8, 2008

The Cicada of Truth

Tonight I had some of the most incredibly vivid dreams I have ever had. I must have gotten up to go to the bathroom at least 3 times and each time the dreams continued right where they had left off the minute I closed my eyes without waiting for me to fall back asleep.

In the first dream I am visiting my first lover Jerry who is now living on a secluded mountaintop in a very large house. Walking through his house, I am amazed that he has been so successful in his life to have acquired so many wonderful things to adorn his house with. He has obviously exercised good judgment in his decision making. He has several young daughters, twins and triplets from about the ages of 3 to 5 years old. All of them love to play games with him. He is their Daddy. He sets up scenes for them to play house and hide in miniature worlds which he cordons off with curtain sheers. He illuminates their play area from within. He hides behind the curtain and watches them play. He interacts with them in this way by moving the curtain to create shadows. Every once in a while one of the little girls will pop her head out through the curtain to see what he is about to do next. She has caught on to his game. They are so engaged with each other it is such a joy to watch the love that is between them. The girls look up to him and want to be around him all the time. They crave his attention. His activities with his children keep him so happy and busy that he does not have any time left to live the gay life he used to live. His life is now consumed by his children. It is a simple life yet he would not have it any other way. He is simply a man.

I walk over to one of the other rooms of the house and find a bed where I lay my head down to enjoy the comfort of his home while my sister prepares a meal for us. As I lay there it occurs to me that I might be dreaming, because my sister is not one to be preparing a meal. I then begin to hear a loud buzzing sound. It is a sound I can clearly place outside of the dream. Believing it is a sound in my bedroom, I open my eyes (in real life).

Hanging upside down from the ceiling are two non human creatures. They are a transparent luminescent green and remind me of those long tubular balloons they have at the fair that are twisted to form different animal like shapes. My ceiling in the bedroom is at least 12 feet high. These beings hung upside down and were at least 5 feet long. I raised my arm at the one on my right to let him know I could see him. The deafening sound they were making reminded me of a cicada bug. One of the two jumped down off the ceiling and landed on my bed and quickly jumped on the floor and stood by my left bedpost at my feet. The other remained suspended from the ceiling. Within the shrill of their speech was a telepathic message. They kept asking me to do them a favor. They insisted I do something for them but they refused to say please so I refused to carry out their wish. For some reason I can’t remember what they wanted maybe they blocked my memory of the conversation but they were apparently not able to block my intention. What I do remember distinctly is that they would not say please.

I finally got tired and grabbed my nightshirt which was lying on the floor beside me and swung it in their direction to get them to shut up. The one hanging from the ceiling quickly jumped on the bed and both rushed off into the hallway.

I got up out of bed and followed them with my night shirt in hand but they were nowhere to be seen. I wasn’t about to go looking for them downstairs I had a dream to continue so instead I took advantage of the opportunity and found my way to the restroom to take a leak then returned to bed to continue the dream.

The moment I laid down I began to hear voices. I knew they were alien voices. I knew I would see their craft if I looked for it. I knew they were close by I just needed to meditate and take myself there. After a few minutes I did see their space ship clear as day. It was an amber craft that looked like an upside down tea cup without the handle. It had a high dome saucer shape which was unlike any of the ones I’ve seen in the media. It did not look very aerodynamic to me with such a high profile. It looked more lake an old beetle, nevertheless this thing could fly.

A few minutes later I was among them on a carousel under their custody and protection. They asked me how I got there. I told them I didn’t know how I got there I just knew I had fallen asleep and was lying in bed dreaming. Standing in their presence it occurred to me that I might be having an out of body experience. They took me to a high ledge and asked me if I knew how to fly. I took one look below at the profound depth above which I stood and replied, “Of course I know how to fly.” I then let myself drop off the cliff. Instead of flying to greater heights I went straight for the shadowy depths. I could hear their concerned voices trying to instill fear in me telling me I would not be unable to return from such terrible depths. They said the shadows would attach themselves to me and imprison me. What they did not tell me which I know to be true is that the shadows can be transformed by the light. I resisted their attempts to instill fear in me knowing that even the shadows of death can be transformed. I walked upon the dead sand in the depths of darkness and as I did slowly things around me began to come back to life. Things began to illuminate from within. I found that I was standing upon the belly of a man. I walked over to his mouth and opened it to look inside. I could hear them counseling me otherwise. Within his mouth lay another man asleep. I knew that man to be me.

Scary gruelly figures started to come out from all areas. One was like Medusa with worms and creatures coming out of her hair and skin but I was unaffected and unafraid. She looks at me and asks, “Do you know who you are?” I reply, No I don’t, but what I do know is that I have the power to bring light to darkness.”

August 5, 2008

A Feminine Viewpoint of a Man's World

I had a dream where I am with Joe at a resort. We are sitting by the pool. I get up and leave him there to go off on my own. Little do I know, I will never be able to return to him and my past because, as the story unfolds my world will forever change.

I am headed back to our room when I come across a man. We get into an interesting conversation. He is a robust man wearing shorts and a light vest with no undershirt. He reminds me of a captain of a ship. I am captivated by the golden hair on his chest and the way it glistens in the sunlight. He allows me to place my hand over his heart to feel his fur against my hand. I am distracted long enough such that by the time I look back everything has changed. My world is nothing like it used to be.

With this new world reality, I become lucid. I know I am experiencing a world of those who have visited me. In this new paradigm, the men and women are segregated. I am experiencing a man’s world from the vantage point of the women. I have gained access to this insight through the women who have concealed my presence. The men are completely unaware. All those in a man’s world have their backs to me. They are going about their business. Unlike the women who are much like me, the men are tree climbers. I can see how different their world is from mine. I am discouraged because I lack the ability to climb trees. I could never survive in their environment. How would I ever integrate myself into a man’s world? I observe them for a bit longer before I decide to leave.

Knowing I must retreat I go back into the protection of the women. The world of the women is much different from the men. The women are exactly like me. I believe the women are offering me asylum into their world a place they call England.

Now free within their world. I still don’t feel quite a part of being that I’m not a woman. I can feel the pull of my yearning to be with my own kind. I wonder into a small shop a candy store where two children are play with some of the gumballs. One of the two boys has a sling shot. I watch him take a gumball and place it in his sling to shoot it forward. From behind I feel the gumball hit the back of my head. Knowing there is no such thing as distance or time here I know it was the boy intention to sling his sling that I felt upon my head.

I leave out the candy store wanting to return home. Standing outside the candy store I begin to float away.

This dream really spoke to me as having a very important message. I was curious to the hidden meaning of England as the place of asylum. Quite interestingly here is what I found:

England is a country, which is part of the United Kingdom. England is named after the Angles, the largest of the Germanic tribes who settled in England in the 5th and 6th centuries, and who are believed to have originated in the peninsula of Angeln, in what is now Denmark and northern Germany.

Immediately I saw the word twist with Angles and Angels. Looking up Angles the dictionary brought me to the word angle which at first I had not even picked up on. From the definition of angle the following struck me with the tone of synchronicity.

ANGLE: the precise viewpoint from which something is observed or considered <a camera angle> <consider the question from all angles>; also: the aspect seen from such an angle <discuss all angles of the question> b (1): a special approach, point of attack, or technique for accomplishing an objective <try a new angle> (2): an often improper or illicit method of obtaining advantage <a salesman always looking for an angle>

The women offered me a new angle (viewpoint) from which to experience a man’s world.

Oh the magic of the dream is so amazing.

August 4, 2008

The Sacred Heart

Last night I had a dream where I am with Paramahansa Yogananda. He wants to re-establish the original church according to prophesy. We must go back in time to a world called Pakistan. Without hesitation and fully devoted to my guru, I follow him. In preparation for the trip back, I’m told that his heart must be transplanted into the body of another man. I witness the entire transplantation process. As if through x-ray glasses, I can see his beating heart reconnecting with all the major organs and systems of the man’s body. His heart is now in the body of a man I do not fully recognize. If I had not been allowed to witness the process I might not have been able to believe it, yet I feel his presence. I know it is him. I am amazed that his essence moves with him through this other man.

We now embark upon our journey to go back in time. I’m a bit confused however. So I ask him, Guru, is it not India where you’d like to go? He replies, “No, Pakistan is the seat of the original church, as told by prophesies.” When we arrive I am in culture shock. I feel estranged. The civilization here is so primative. You can’t even get a cup of coffee here. The place is a region near the boarder of both worlds. I feel so out of place. I can’t adjust to this environment. It is so foreign to me. I want to go home.

The ordeal seems unending and at times I wonder if I am not enslaved here in this foreign land. At times, my faith in my Guru slips me because I don’t understand all that is in his plan. I wonder if I will ever see the day when I will reconnect with my homeland. I miss my home. I want to go home but I know this mission is very important and for that I am willing to stay in this foreign land.

Then the day finally comes. I had almost come to the point when I had forgotten about my homeland. The day has come to go home.

Yogananda taught his students the need for direct experience of truth, as opposed to blind belief. He said that “The true basis of religion is not belief, but intuitive experience. Intuition is the soul’s power of knowing God. To know what religion is really all about, one must know God.”

Echoing traditional Hindu teachings, he taught that the entire universe is God’s cosmic motion picture, and that individuals are merely actors in the divine play who change roles through reincarnation. He taught that mankind’s deep suffering is rooted in identifying too closely with one’s current role, rather than with the movie’s director, or God.

He taught Kriya Yoga and other meditation practices to help people achieve that understanding, which he called self-realization:

Self-realization is the knowing in all parts of body, mind, and soul that you are now in possession of the kingdom of God; that you do not have to pray that it come to you; that God’s omnipresence is your omnipresence; and that all that you need to do is improve your knowing.

The Sacred Heart is a religious devotion to Jesus’ physical heart as the representation of the divine love for humanity. Christ, in his appearances to Margaret Mary, allegedly promised these blessings to those who practice devotion to his Sacred Heart. This tabular form of promises was not made by St. Margaret Mary or her contemporaries. It first appeared at 1863. In 1882, an American businessman spread the tabular form of the promises profusely throughout the world, the twelve promises appearing in 238 languages. In 1890, Cardinal Adolph Perraud deplored this circulation of the promises in the tabular form which were different from the words and even from the meaning of the expressions used by St. Margaret Mary, and wanted the promises to be published in the full, authentic texts as found in the writings of St. Margaret Mary.[9]

1. I will give them all the graces necessary for their state of life.

2. I will give peace in their families.

3. I will console them in all their troubles.

4. I will be their refuge in life and especially in death.

5. I will abundantly bless all their undertakings.

6. Sinners shall find in my Heart the source and infinite ocean of mercy.

7. Tepid souls shall become fervent.

8. Fervent souls shall rise speedily to great perfection.

9. I will bless those places wherein the image of My Sacred Heart shall be exposed and venerated.

10. I will give to priests the power to touch the most hardened hearts.

11. Persons who propagate this devotion shall have their names eternally written in my Heart.

12. In the excess of the mercy of my Heart, I promise you that my all powerful love will grant to all those who will receive Communion on the First Fridays, for nine consecutive months, the grace of final repentance: they will not die in my displeasure, nor without receiving the sacraments; and my Heart will be their secure refuge in that last hour.

The last promise has given rise to the pious Roman Catholic practice of making an effort to attend Mass and receive Communion on the first Friday of each month.

Great efficacy of converting people has been attached to the use of the image of the Sacred Heart.

“Even at the hour of death, incredulous, indifferent, hardened souls have been converted by simply showing them a picture of the Sacred Heart, which sufficed to restore these sinners to the life of hope and love, in a word, to touch the most hardened. It would, indeed, be a great misfortune to any apostolic man to neglect so powerful a means of conversion, and in proof of this I will mention a single fact which will need no comment. A religious of the Company of Jesus had been requested by the Blessed Margaret Mary to make a careful engraving of the Sacred Heart. Being often hindered by other occupations, there was much delay in preparing this plate. ‘ This good father,’ writes the saint, ‘is so much occupied by Mon- signor d’Autun in the conversion of heretics, that he has neither time nor leisure to give to the work so ardently desired by the Heart of our Divine Master. You cannot imagine, my much-loved mother, how greatly this delay afflicts and pains me. I must avow confidently to you my belief that it is the cause of his converting so few infidels in this town. I seem constantly to hear these words : ‘ That if this good father had acquitted himself at once of his promise to the Sacred Heart, Jesus would have changed and converted the hearts of these infidels, on account of the joy He would have felt at seeing Himself honoured in the picture He so much wishes for. As, however, he prefers other work, even though to the glory of God, to that of giving Him this satisfaction, He will harden the hearts of these infidels, and the labours of this mission will not be crowned with much fruit.’

August 1, 2008

A Scarf Among First

I had a dream where I am given a burgundy scarf by two elderly women to replace a stripped blue and white scarf that I had been wearing. I am told to set out on my appointed mission.

Now in my house, I am preparing to ready myself for my journey. I am living in a house that is haunted. My mind is on the task ahead of me when the spirit in the house begins to make his presence known. He is opening and closing doors to make me aware of his presence. As I am getting ready to leave he confronts me in the stair well. I don’t have time to deal with him. I try to push my way through him. A fight erupts between me and the spirit. We tug at each other as each struggles to have the upper hand. The conflict is so intense it wakes me up.

Over me was the spirit from my dream. He had me pinned to the bed. I was so irritated that I immediately jumped up out of bed and stood up. The spirit backed off and became an orb of vibratory green light resting just above my closet door about 3 feet from where I was standing. In my right hand I held an in-flight pillow those they sell at airports. I normally sleep with one every night and use it between my legs so that my knees don’t rest against each other. Without hesitation, I whacked the green orb with my pillow squashing it against the door as if it was a fly on the wall. I saw the green light from the orb turn dull against the door as the vibration ceased within the orb.

Angrily, I grabbed my pair of shorts and walked over to the bathroom to pee. I did my business and forcefully jumped bank in bed and grabbed my voice recorder to capture the details of the dream.

As I journal this experience, I have to wonder what was the significance of the scarf? Apparently there is such a thing as an academic scarf which felt appropriate here. I felt the dream was conferring honor, knowledge, authority and power to proceed on my journey. I believe my mission is to gather my research for my next book on the nature of evil and the shadow self.

In many British and Irish colleges and universities, sets of two or more colors have traditionally been used as part of the distinctive visual identity of the institution. These colors are used in clothing and symbols of all kinds, from ties to trophies, but notably in the long woolen winter scarves that students often wear to show their pride in their Institution.

In looking at the colors of the scarves and the universities associated with those colors I found:

Blue and White

Hatfield College whose coat of arms reads, “Vel Primus Vel cum Primis” which literally means “Either First or With the First”

Trinity College, Oxford

Burgundy

Kings College

Saint Mary’s College

Now St. Mary synchronizes well with the dream because of the two women. I see them as both Mary the mother of Jesus and Mary Magdalene. Mary Magdalene is thought in metaphysical circles to have possessed knowledge of all the ancient Egyptian mysteries (see Mystery Schools) which is why she is depicted in art with the skull. Both are also considered the expression of the divine feminine the Easter Egg, the vulva vestibule, or the giver of life which is the aspect of spirituality we have lost in our patriarchal religions today. The divine feminine possesses the mysteries of life. If you’ve read The De Vince Code you know this to be the Holy Grail. As you might have noticed this dovetails nicely into yesterday’s dream, The Assembly of Vestibules where I was among those secret societies like the Masons and Illuminati who are cloaked in mystery.

Lastly is the meaning of color. Colors are allocated to various fields of learning and have been apparently standardized by the American Council of Education in their Academic Costume Code.

White is Liberal Arts, Literature and Humanities.

Blue is Education and Philosophy

Burgundy is Law

Am I onto discovering the Holy Grail and the secret of life. Is evil a mere front to shroud the heavily guarded secrets to the mysteries of life such that only he who overcomes fear can penetrate the veil. Hmmm… I think I’m on to something.

July 31, 2008

The Assembly of Vestibules

Last night I had a dream where I am attending an assembly of some of the most secret societies in the universe much like the Masons. These people are highly ascended beings they are the gatekeepers. To be allowed in here is one of the highest honors that can be accorded to you. Everything and everyone here is cloaked in mystery. This is my first time in attendance at this gathering of people. I arrive at the assembly having ridden my motorcycle. It is a cheaply made mode of transportation more like a scooter than a motorcycle. It has mechanical difficulties. The engine of my scooter is idling too high. I am simply grateful that it has gotten me this far. I am somewhat worried whether it will be sufficiently reliable to get me back home but for now I focus on the task for which I am here.

I am given keys to my room where I will be staying while I am in attendance at the Assembly of Vestibules. I quickly drop off my things and go looking for my friends. I am particularly interested in finding my friend David.

I encounter many others with whom I stop to have brief conversations. I can feel everyone’s excitement and joy. In the intense feelings, I misplace my keys. Others have also misplaced their keys. Which keys belong to whom? There are three sets of misplaced keys. One with a short key ring and two others have long chains. One of the chains is gold and the other key has a shorter silver chain. Looking at the gold chain I determine that is not mine. I believe mine to be the one with the short key ring that does not have a chain.

The assembly is gathered in a foreign country within a city that boarders Turkey in the north. Many here are planning day trips into Turkey to see the great city of Istanbul. They tell me the assembly is only 30 minutes from the Turkish boarder.

I can’t find my friend David. I’m trying to find a group of people with whom I can connect and hang out with. Everyone is friendly and loving, guys with guys and girls with girls. Everyone is happy and friendly. I am thinking I don’t have any close friends to be with.

I go back to check on my motorcycle. The throttle has a yellow gasket with which to adjust the intake. It has been set too high. If I temper it back however the cycle dies. It is set this way for safety reasons. I must keep it set high for the trip back home.

The first thing that stuck out for me on this dream was the name for the assembly of people. As I sat here listening to my dictation trying to pull back information from my subconscious to fill in the gaps I knew I knew more about this society of people than was apparent on my dictation. They had a name I just could not grab at it. It was elluding me. Then it hit me, “Vestibules.” What an odd name. I jotted the name down figuring I would look into its meaning later. Toward the end of the dictation I heard myself make reference to Istanbul. They rhyme so I knew they belonged together.

Looking through the references I couldn’t help but notice the synchronicities such as Istanbul’s golden gate bridge and my reference to the gatekeepers. More interestingly is the meaning of the word vestibule. Aside from the fact that both words rhyme the meaning of the word vestibule is an opening to a canal. Does Istanbul not sit upon an opening to a canal? Other references for vestibules include the vulval vestibule an obvious symbol for the giver of life and the vestibule of the ear which is part of the labyrinth which in turn is a spiritual reference. It’s pretty amazing how these things play together.

July 27, 2008

A Knowable Universe

Last night I awoke while within a dream and suddenly realized I was leaving earth. I could not remember anything before this moment. I tried hard to remember how I arrived at this point. I knew this highly lucid state had been triggered by a deep desire to know my many visitors who grace my night.

I am aware that there is no denying I am witnessing the real deal. A part of me is afraid of the height at which we are traveling but I do not care. If I am experiencing stellar travel I want to do it whole heartedly. There is no looking back. “Let’s go for it,” I think to myself. I have an unobstructed view of everything in every direction as if I was in an invisible craft. We are orbiting earth. As we move further and further from earth, a deep separation anxiety comes over me. I am leaving my beloved terra. Will I ever come back? I know there is more out there I need to experience. I am torn between the two worlds. I wonder how I will ever find my way back. At one point terra diminishes to a small dot in the sky indistinguishable from every other shadowy planet in the sky.

Once we are far enough from earth, we change course and continue in a different direction across a black night of deep space. Pressing onward we pass by many dark planets, shadowy worlds. There are a few that exhibited signs of life, some are red and orange in color. I notice most do not show signs of water yet I know they contain life. I seem to be traveling backward with my back facing the direction in which we are headed. Planets appear from over head into my field of vision. At one point I wonder if it would be possible to reach out and touch one of these planets as it passes by. I decide to try it. I reach out my hand to touch the next planet passing over head believing it will float through my etheric hand.

What follows happened very quickly in the blink of an eye without much forethought on my part.

As the planet comes into contact with my had it erupts and shatters into many small pieces. From the shattered remains emerges a beast of immense and incredible proportions. I feel I unknowingly did harm to this planet. In shock and without thinking I grab the beast from over my head with both hands from under his arms and hurl him forward over my head in front of me to get a better look at him. His face is coming at me at tremendous speed. The shock of impact wakes me up.

Now with open eyes, at the precise moment to coincide with the actions in the dream, I sat up straight hurling his body head first into my sheets between my legs. He looked at me with disdain. He had the face of human but the body of a non-descript nature spirit. Motionless I remained frozen; our eyes locked on each other. He soon faded.

I immediately closed my eyes and returned to the dream. I am now approaching our final destination. It is a planet teaming with life. Most of the life on this planet is formless; a melting pot of intelligent essence. It is everywhere upon the land and beneath its surface. This intelligence is iridescent blue and green and extremely vibrant. The entire planet is a glow with this life form. I can also see humanoid creatures that walk the land. They tell me of the many wars this planet place has seen. I soon become aware that I am part of this crew with rights of passage to access this installment. It is a headquarters of sorts.

Upon landing we embark upon individual saucers much like individual toilet seats upon which one sits. These saucers fly you through the air. I am surprised to find out that a saucer is assigned to me. How did I even learn to fly this tiny saucer thing? As I am guided to survey the land my memories are returned to me. I slowly recall the history of this planet.

July 17, 2008

Teleportation …. A Night To Remember

Last night I had an incredible experience. I know I always say that but this one was truly incredible and never experienced before. As I lay in bed mediating I fell into a very deep trance from which I could not get out. I wasn’t afraid. I just assumed my body was tired and needed the extra time to revitalize and reconnect to spirit so I immersed myself in the experience. As I lay there just barely conscious of my surroundings, I suddenly felt an incredible rush of energy that lifted my body up from my chest with tremendous force and great speed. My head and arms were drawn back by the forward motion.

Still unable to come to and unable to see, I wondered if the entities who bless my night were taking advantage of me in my present state to probe me. I could swear my physical body was literally floating above my bed suspended in mid-air because I could distinctly feel the change in body posture yet my body was not responsive. My body was asleep yet my consciousness was fully awake and very much attached to my body. I was having an out of body experience where I was literally dragging my physical body behind me. In the distance I could clearly hear my roommate. I was sure he would be coming into my room at any moment and would see me hanging there suspended in mid-air like Linda Blair. I hung there in space with my arms dangling and my head drawn back for about 15 minutes. My roommate never came into the room. I felt another force of energy move my body forwared yet again to an even higher level at tremendous speed. I then began hearing other voices which I could not understand. In truth, I felt I knew the language but the words were somehow not registering. I felt my memories were being intentionally blocked and erased the moment I heard them.

After a few minutes, my body returned to my bed as quickly as it was taken up. Upon impact I immediately opened my eyes. I remained calm. In front of me above my navel was suspended a mechanical ethereal arm; a dimensional portal of sorts that had been used to probe and observe me. The opening was a vibratory luminescent green rectangular connected to a green wormhole which extending into space. Within the green rectangle was a golden pyramid. I could see into the other dimension through the opening. Within the pyramid was contained a cosmos of information; all sorts of information and knowledge was contained therein. Through the pyramid I could see everything at once simultaneously, so profound was the experience that I can’t not even begin to describe it, yet not in a spiritual sense it was profound in the shere exchange of information. The probe swivelled around a bit and finally came to rest on my bed on my right side. It’s substance slowly dissipated leaving behind a collage of luminescent gossamer strands. I rolled over on my side and hugged the stands drawing them and my covers toward me. I then fell asleep.

July 16, 2008

The 7th Seal and the Seeds of Enlightenment

I had an incredible lucid dream where I am trying to achieve and master all the things I’ve always wanted to master. I am recreating all the situations that will bring me the experiences I have wanted to defy. I want to reveal all the things that have been hidden from me. In this one dream scene, I am in my house which has a security system which keeps all things contained in their order. Unknown to everyone else, there are hidden treasures stored in the walls of the house where no one would suspect. I defy the security system bypassing it in such a way that I am able to gain access within the walls of the house. Within the walls, they have hidden hallucinogenic substances to confuse and distort perception. These treasures are a double edged sword. On the one hand they keep those who might make it past the security system within a distorted perception of the truth yet on the other hand they possess the keys to enlightenment.

There is a beast who oversees all operations within the walls. I challenge him at every step of the way learning more and more about his secret world and how it works. I pursue him relentlessly with supreme conviction and determination of mind.

I was so much in awe at the experience that at one point I had to get up and pee. Worried that I would not be able to come back to this golden opportunity to experience truth, I held my bladder and remained in my bed to carry out the dream to its finale.

Back in the dream, I come upon a door where a light shines forth underneath the door. I bend over slightly to examine the source of the light. From out of nowhere appears a penny on the floor. Wow, synchronicity in the dream, I knew I was on the right track to discovering something very profound and the dream had just confirmed this by manifesting a penny.

Now beside my Self with excitement in materializing a penny within the dream, I look around to carefully examine my surroundings. This empowers me to press onward. One illusion after another I am able to defy. Finally there is only one last thing left for me to defy and that is the fear of being formless; to see myself as I really am. I want to experience the void and conquer the fear of death. I pursue the beast and corner him in front of a mirror. He struggles to keep me from looking at my Self in the mirror. I somehow know that if I can corner the beast and place him in front of me while standing in front of the mirror I will be able to see and know my own truth. I tear the cloths off the beast pinning him in between me and the mirror. In a moment of utter clarity, I am finally able to see myself as pure invisible void draped in the clothing of the beast. I can also see the beast between me and the mirror completely naked. His image is distorted and ugly yet I recognize that I AM the beast.

The image of the beast melts away and in its place appears a second coin; a very large gold coin. My alarm sounds “bad timing,” I think to myself. I reach over without leaving the dream to hit the off button on my alarm. I am amazed at my ability to be fully awake and at the same time fully within the dream. As I marvel at my awareness and this radiant gold coin which I hold in the palm of my hand, an inscription appears on the coin. It has inscribed on it “7H” I can see the inscription very clearly but I am confused as to its meaning. As I lay there holding the coin, a profound awareness comes over me. I have broken the 7^th Seal.

Knowing I only had a few minutes remaining before I needed to get up I didn’t want to leave this state of consciousness. I had this dream while attending the 2008 IASD conference in Montreal. I was sharing a room with David L. Kahn. I could hear him in the shower. Determined to see this dream through I pressed on wanting to understand the significance of the signet.

It suddenly occurred to me, “Tear down the walls!” I quickly began tearing down the walls of the house like ripping wallpaper off a wall. Underneath the wallpaper I could see screening rooms. Alien civilizations were hidden in the walls of the house. The aliens had left me two shipments within the walls for me to find at this particular time history. These shipments contain the seeds of enlightenment stored in small packets that have a very pungent odor. Some of the packets have seeds and others have worms. The worms hold the secrets to the seeds of life. The seeds need the worms to survive and grow yet they are contained separately in their chloroform baggies.

The experience was so real I could swear aliens had arrived and announced themselves on Earth this morning. I could see them arriving at their welcome centers. Panic could be heard throughout the world.

I try to get the message out that there is nothing to fear. Then a pink cockatoo bird comes and begins eating the seeds from the packets before I have a chance to plant them in the ground along with the worms.

I now have to pursue the bird. Without thinking I immediately take flight. I can feel my wings flapping against my back carrying me to soar above the clouds in pursuit of the bird. As I look down at the ground below me I am in total and utter awe. I am flying! I am a bird!

It was total bliss. Unable to breath I heard myself gasp for air. I sat up in bed. David was sitting at the edge of his bed meditating. I immediately began sharing with him what I had just experienced. Wow that was phenomenal!!!

I remember thinking, Wow, we go through life asleep and unaware of the truth. I was also struck by the word Chloroform. I had never used the word before and I had no clue what the word meant. I assumed it was a variation on the word Chlorophyll which I know to be the green pigment in plants so I decided to look the word up. Coincidentally, I found the following:

The major use of chloroform today is in the production of the refrigerant R-22, commonly used in the air conditioning business. However, as the Montreal Protocol takes effect, this use can be expected to decline as R-22 is replaced by refrigerants that are less liable to result in ozone depletion. In addition, it is used under research conditions to anesthetize mosquitoes for experiments, most frequently for the study of malaria. In film and television, it is sometimes used in a fictional manner to knock out an unsuspecting victim, leaving no trace.

Chloroform was developed in the mid-1800s and was mainly used as an anesthetic. Inhaling chloroform vapors depressed the central nervous system of a patient, causing dizziness, fatigue and unconsciousness, allowing a doctor to perform simple surgery or other painful operations.

I found it interesting that Chloroform is used as an anesthetic to dullen the senses.

July 15, 2008

All I Want To Be Is A Monk

I had a dream where I am in an interior room that is enclosed by glass. It appears that I can see out but nobody can see into the room or it may be that no one is aware of the space I occupy. I am feeling over looked. My aunt Helen (my Godmother in real life) wants to be just like me. Unlike the others, she is aware of the room and comes and stands just outside the closed door. In honor of the room she genuflects. In genuflecting she becomes a small parakeet. I can see her flying in the open space outside the room.

My friends and family notice that she has changed into a bird. They believe she should return to being a human. What they don’t understand or hear is her song. In her song, I hear her true desire which is to be the bird that she now is. Even though her plumage may be tattered from a long hard life and her size is insignificant, she is now finally everything she had ever dreamed of being; a bird. What they don’t understand is that in her insignificance she has accomplished what she has always wanted.

I shared this dream at the IASD conference in Montreal in my dream group. In the group a gentleman named Bob suggested the parakeet might be a symbol for a monk because there is such a thing as a Monk Parakeet. After the session I thanked him for his symbol. He then asked me to call him by the name “Sandman”. When he said the name Sandman a chills went down my spine as I felt a wave of subtle energy flow through me. I shared with him what I felt as the synchronicity of my meeting him and my previous dream where I met the Sandman which I titled, “The Jesus Man: A Gateway For Immigrants.”

Well what does that mean for me. I looked up the word Monk and found the following:

A monk (Greek: monachos), derived from Greek monos (alone), in modern parlance also referred to as a monastic, is a person who practices religious asceticism, the conditioning of mind and body in favor of the spirit, and does so living either alone or with any number of like-minded people, whilst always maintaining some degree of physical separation from those not sharing the same purpose. The concept is ancient and can be seen in many religions and in philosophy.

Asceticism (Greek: askēsis) describes a life-style characterized by abstinence from various sorts of worldly pleasures (especially sexual activity and consumption of alcohol) often with the aim of pursuing religious and spiritual goals. Indian religions (including yoga) teach that salvation and liberation involve a process of mind-body transformation that is effected through practicing restraint with respect to actions of body, speech and mind, whereas Christianity mandates that Jesus does this for them. The founders and earliest practitioners of these religions (e.g. Buddhism, Jainism, the Christian desert fathers) lived extremely austere lifestyles refraining from sensual pleasures and the accumulation of material wealth. This is to be understood not as an eschewal of the enjoyment of life but a recognition that spiritual and religious goals are impeded by such indulgence. Asceticism is closely related to the Christian concept of chastity and might be said to be the technical implementation of the abstract vows of renunciation. Those who practice ascetic lifestyles do not consider their practices as virtuous but pursue such a life-style in order to satisfy certain technical requirements for mind-body transformation. There is remarkable uniformity among the above religions with respect to the benefits of sexual continence. Religions teach that purifying the soul also involves purification of the body which thereby enables connection with the Divine and the cultivation of inner peace. In the popular imagination asceticism is considered a sort of perversion (self-flagellation by birch twigs as the archetypal stereotype of self-mortification) but the askēsis enjoined by religion functions in order to bring about greater freedom in various areas of one’s life, such as freedom from compulsions and temptations bringing about peacefulness of mind with a concomitant increase in clarity and power of thoug

…describes a life-style characterized by abstinence from various sorts of worldly pleasures (especially sexual activity and consumption of alcohol). Need I say more.