Enlightenment – Page 4

March 30, 2018

The Brick Wall

Last night as I as falling asleep I found myself standing in front of a brick wall. I’m thinking how I can get beyond this point feeling I need an entirely new approach or course of action. I look down and notice that both the wall and I are moving. The moment I notice it the speed at which change occurs is phenomenal as if we had gone through a time warp to travel great distance.

When I woke up I couldn’t remember any of my dreams. I then proceeded to get up and go about my day. Later in the day I decided to do a bit of ritual and offer some sage, aroma and a candle. As I walked around my bedroom with the sage I came to my brick wall beside my headboard when the memory of the dream came rushing back to me.

I also remember seeing babies in bassinets being rolled on their sides and back as if to clean them. They were playing the tumbling game with the children.

March 28, 2018

Daddy’s Eyes

As I woke up this morning I saw a young man around the age of 30. He was so beautiful ageless, timeless, eternal. I didn’t know who he was at first but then he opened his eyes and stared directly into my soul as we connected and in that moment I knew exactly who he was. It was my dad. The connection was intense with a deep profound sense of knowing. His eyes were the color of the sun.

In last nights dream I became lucid and found myself in a building trying to find my way out toward freedom. I am feeling a sense of confinement and I don’t know the people around me. As I move about, I take note of the ethers that make up the dream. It illuminates with my thoughts. There are small etheric people within the ethers who pulsate light and color within their bodies in response to my thought. They look like brine shrimp as the energy pulsates within the ethers.

As i stand still observing their behavior I see that my ability to create color has developed over time. Now I experience complex shades of gray-blue. I also note that the color black has taken on a new form, a delicate lattice not to be feared. I see the letters 88 or HH appearing in the lattice.

As I walk through one door and emerge in another room very different from the previous I somehow know that I am in the same room. I then will myself to go outside as I walk through a white door before me, I see people walking about not unlike on any city street. They all appear to have purpose in being here going about their business. I will myself to fly but seem to struggle getting very far up off the ground and not sufficient to clear the buildings. I wonder if I should conform to walking like the others in this dimension. I also wonder what I look like to them or if they even know I exist in their world.

May 13, 2013

Spiral Plate – Red Black & White

I had dream where my sister Grace is making dinner. She is cooking spiral pasta (red, black and white). We live in a small and very modest trailer home. As I glance out the window, I notice there is an unfenced area just outside the back door which appears to be primarily for commercial use but I feel it would make for a nice place for Butters to run and play. There is a wireless router in the grand room that extends reception to the bedrooms. Grace sets my plate down on the table. I look into the plate and find myself mesmerized by the beautiful swirling spirals of colors. I’m then shown a gift tag at the close of the dream which reads: “FROM VEDGET”.

November 10, 2009

May I Clean Your Chandelier?

I went to bed early last night. My head was hurting so bad from crying so much over the break of my recent relationship with Lane. I had so many emotions wrapped up in my head that when I was falling asleep I kept hearing voices. They were the voices of many people. They were so loud and clear that they sounded as if they were in the room with me. I was so irritated because they would not shut up and they were too many voices at once to distinguish the context of the conversations.

I struggled to wake myself up to stop the voices. As I would come back into consciousness the voices would stop. I’d look around my bedroom and see the total darkness and stillness of my bedroom with only a dimmer of light coming in from the street.

Again I would close my eyes and try to fall asleep. Sleep came quickly and as the sleep paralysis would set in the voices would immediately begin. Again I’d struggle to wake up to regain control of my body to stop the voices. Each time I’d reawaken, the voices would immediately stop and I’d come to see the stillness of my bedroom. This happened several times repeatedly. The later and more tired I got and deeper I fell into sleep and the harder it became to reawaken myself to stop the voices.

I then began having false awakenings mixed in with the real awakenings. Eventually I got to the point where I would reawaken to the stillness of my room and immediately close my eyes and enter the false awakening while still fully conscious. In the false awakenings my bedroom became brighter as if I had night vision; I could see the people in my room; those responsible for the voices. There were many people present none who I recognized.

I am irritated that these people have given themselves the liberty of invading my personal space. With my arm I reach out to grab the person closest to me. I point at each person singling them out one by one to let them know I am aware of their presence and there exact location in my dream. But like ghosts my physical movements had no effect on them they simply ignored me. I swung my physical arms harder to make them aware of my disapproval. Finally surrendering to the futility of my efforts, I simply ignored them and fell deeper into the dream.

Angered by their invasion of my personal space, I decide to pick up my belongings and go home. The only belongings I have here in this dimension are a massive crystal chandelier with many fragile pieces and an avocado green upright Hoover vacuum cleaner just like the one my mom had when I was a kid. I am angry with myself. Why do I have this chandelier here in the first place? Why in the world did I remove it from my home to bring it here? The chandelier has been here for so long and uncared for that the glass is completely tarnished yet I know it still has intrinsic value worth keeping so I must take it home with me. I’m embarrassed that the crystals are so dirty from neglect. I grab a cloth sack with a draw string and place the many crystal pieces of varying lengths in the sack. I am careful so as to not break any of them. I carry the sack with caution in front of me. The vacuum cleaner is sitting on a shelf upside down in a closet. I grab it by the handle and turn it right side up and proceed to leave.

Outside is a woman sitting on the curb. I know her to be an Angel but in this dream she is without her wings appearing as a regular person. Since I am lucid, I know her too well. I recognize her even though she is appearing as a regular person her angelic qualities shine through her pale white skin. To temper her brilliance she is wearing a black pearl choker. She is playing with some of the crystals from my chandelier moving them around like chess pieces on the sidewalk. Apparently I had not retrieved all of the pieces. She brings light to the dirty pieces exposing them for all to see.

At this point I’m angry with God for exposing my vulnerabilities and my dirty crystals and the fact that some have escaped my grasp. I grab the Angel by her pearl necklace and demand the return of my crystals. Forcibly I take them from her and release her from my grasp.

I am so angry.

March 10, 2009

Fresh Drinking Water

I had a dream where I am at my house. I have guests staying with me. A cleaning lady is busy in one of the other rooms of the house cleaning. There is bird feed all over the floor. I’m wondering where the bird feed came from. In the corner of the room I find a small wicker basket with a cotton cloth lining that is filled with colorful bird feed. Knowing the source of the feed, I turn and ask the cleaning lady to please tidy up the room and to be sure to pick up all the bird feed that has fallen on the floor. After asking her I ask myself if I might have been a bit presumptuous in asking her to clean up for me after all I don’t have a maid in real life and I can very easily do it myself. At this point, I’m obviously aware that I am dreaming. I allow her to carry on her business not offering her any help…after all she is the cleaning lady be it only in the dream.

I then walk over to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Instead of turning on the water from the filtered tap I decide to use the regular tap to fill my glass. I’m curious what the consistency of water is like in a dream. After filling the glass with water I hold it up to a light that shines above my head. In the water I can see tiny colorful micro organisms swimming about the glass that remind me of Sea Monkeys. Puzzled I set the glass down on the counter and ask myself, where did the light above my head come from?

With my hand firmly holding the glass on the counter I look up into the light and see billowing clouds gathering. Within the clouds I can see a face begin to emerge. It is the face of God. Knowing this is my opportunity to ask God for a favor, a favor he cannot refuse, a favor that might change the course of human history, I quickly think ….if you had only one question or favor to ask of God what would it be? I want to ask for something universal that would benefit all mankind and not just myself. Immediately I know what to ask for. I look him straight in the eyes and ask, “God can you please give us clean drinking water from the tap.” God looks up and away, slightly rolling his eyes at me while at the same time smiling in a way that lets me know I have in fact cornered him with the perfect request. It is something that everyone needs and cannot live without. After a short pause he turns to me and with seeming reluctance he agrees to grant my wish.

The scene instantly changes and I now find myself standing outdoors in an open courtyard. All peoples are gathering and gazing up at lights in the heavens. There is a great display of beautiful lights in the sky in shapes that are unfamiliar to me. I am disoriented not sure of where I am or what exactly we are looking at. I immediately realize the awesomeness of that which we are beholding. Celestial beings are arriving in space ships by the dozens. Very soon we will know our true origins.

As we are gazing up at the approaching ships one of the landing gears falls off and lands next to me. At first I think it is accidental but as I examine the landing gear which looks like a shoe to me it becomes apparent that they dropped it for me to retrieve. The shoe is metallic with very sharp edges. I turn the shoe over and inside it deep within the sole of the shoe is concealed a very bright light. I am absolutely sure the shoe was not an accident. The shoe was delivered to me deliberately to conceal the light. Unfortunately, I don’t know what to do with it or how to use it. I assume I should place the shoe in such a way that the light reflects back to the approaching ships as a beacon or light house a way for them to find me and take us home. I try placing it over my head but its enormous size makes it difficult to work with. It is about two thirds the size of my body.

I finally give up and leave the shoe behind. I decide to head for the country and away from the city and all the on lookers that are beginning to gather. I feel as though I wasn’t able to fulfill my purpose.

I get into my car and start driving. The car I am driving is a convertible. As I reflect in the rear view mirror I suddenly realize I am now three people; the observer, the driver and the passenger who is seated in the back seat of the car. As the observer I see myself as God sees me. As the observer I am looking at the passenger who is completely unaware that I am looking at him. I see myself in him. I can see the light coming from within him perched on his shoulder. He is unaware, unaware that I am with him, unaware that I am in him, unaware that I and he are one, unaware that the three are one..unaware that although he sits as a passenger in the back seat of the car…he drives the car. He is unaware that he carries the light upon his shoulder.

December 23, 2008

Love is Perfect; The Bedouin Man

In the middle of the night I woke up with the feeling that someone had taken my wallet from off my nightstand. Before I could even open my eyes, I grabbed for my wallet which was now in the hands of a man who walked beside my bed. To the man’s surprise, I was successful at reclaiming my wallet from him. As I opened my eyes, there standing beside my bed was this man. He was a Bedouin. Although he stood in my bedroom he also stood simultaneously in his world upon a precipice in the high desert. He was a beautiful luminescent blue angelic being whose face radiated pure unconditional love. At times the wind being so strong blew his scarf in front of his face obscuring my view of him. I raised my hand and arm in front of me to hail his presence.

He then placed a vision in my mind; a dream where I am in a sexual embrace at the point of ecstasy with not a person but the entire universe. The universe is inside my body. The feeling was so overwhelming that I completely lost myself forgetting where I was. My being was totally and completely consumed by the experience. For the first time I experienced real LOVE. I understood that when we love our love is felt by everyone. Love is perfect.

As the dream continued and I regain awareness within the dream I realize I forgot to let the dog in from the cold. I quickly run downstairs in the dream to let him back in. My dog is so excited to see me. I kneel upon the floor and my dog jumps into my arms to be cuddled by me. We walk back upstairs and return to bed.

The vision ends and my awareness is returned to the Bedouin man. My arm is still outstretched. My eyes rolled back in my head in utter amazement as my body fell back in bed. After a few moments, I regained my composure and sat up again to look around the room. The Bedouin man was nowhere to be found.

October 1, 2008

Saint Theresa's Home Made Blueberry Cheese

Last night I had a dream where I am with my ex and we are visiting Santa Teresita (Saint Theresa). She lives with her husband in what used to be a disco I used to frequent when I lived in Los Angeles. The building has a Spanish flare to it. Inside, the house has 3 levels and the ceiling or roof of the building is visible from every level of the house. It is a beautiful thatch ceiling much like a hut. Santa Teresita is an artisan. She has many of her own hand made Spanish artwork, sculptures, paintings and murals displayed in the house. As a matter of fact she has even painted her own face (face painting). She also makes edible delights. She has so many of these delights from which to choose from. I am hungry but can’t decide which one of the many delights I want for myself. I know I can’t possibly sample all of them. I want to choose the best one. She then presents my ex with a gift for his business achievements. The package has a beautiful deep blue wrapping. He opens it to find that it is a home made blueberry and white cheese. The blueberries in the cheese are huge. He cuts a piece off for me to sample it making sure to use a clean knife to slice it with. It is so overwhelmingly delicious. The taste sensation is out of this world. The berries are tart yet sweet at the same time and still have much of their juice. Her husband then presents me with a gift; three fragrant green bottles of shampoo presumably also naturally home made. My ex asks me quietly what is the man’s name as if he had forgotten the name of Teresita’s husband. I reply, “He doesn’t have a name but Santa Teresita does.”

Saint Thérèse de Lisieux (January 2, 1873 – September 30, 1897), or more properly Sainte Thérèse de l’Enfant-Jésus et de la Sainte Face (“Saint Thérèse of the Child Jesus and of the Holy Face”), born Marie-Françoise-Thérèse Martin, was a Roman Catholic Carmelite nun who was canonized as a saint, and is recognized as a Doctor of the Church, one of only three women to receive that honor. She is also known by many as The Little Flower of Jesus.

Thérèse is known for her “Little Way.” In her quest for sanctity, she realized that it was not necessary to accomplish heroic acts, or “great deeds”, in order to attain holiness and to express her love of God. She wrote,

“Love proves itself by deeds, so how am I to show my love? Great deeds are forbidden me. The only way I can prove my love is by scattering flowers and these flowers are every little sacrifice, every glance and word, and the doing of the least actions for love.”

I found it interesting not knowing anything about Saint Theresa that my dream would draw my attention to her litteral face painting which is something that was very much out of place in the dream and correlation to her name Sainte Thérèse de l’Enfant-Jésus et de la Sainte Face (“Saint Thérèse of the Child Jesus and of the Holy Face”). Dreams like this reasure me that I have been visited by the real person. So who was the husband the man with no name? Was it Christ?

This dream came at a time when my own heart has been very depressed. I received consolation in Saint Theresa’s message “Little Ways”. Maybe it’s not about making a big splash to change the world and have people see the importance of dreams. Maybe I am making a difference …. one flower petal at a time…. one dream at a time. My heart was uplifted today by this dream. I have a renewed sense of hope.

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.’

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.